Soon, Song Zhanjin came out with a bad look on his face.
"Captain Song, how come you're so fast...ah!"
Before the guard could finish his words, Song Zhanjin punched him on the back. It didn't hurt, but it was obvious that there was resentment in it.
"Who are you talking about? Who are you talking about? I've been in the house with my wife for hours."
Song Zhanjin cannot lose face.
You can call me ugly, you can call me bad, but you can't call me fast.
The thing a man hates most is being told he's fast.
"Look at you, you should have just sent them away and kept watch quietly, but you had to knock on the door and tell me you were outside. Isn't that... ruining my plans?"
Song Zhanjin looked at the guard sadly and felt like punching him.
The bewildered guard: "..."
What? You can blame me for this?
If I wait quietly outside, and if you and your wife make too much noise, won't I hear everything?
Let’s not even talk about whether I, a young and energetic person, can bear it. Let’s just talk about your wife. Doesn’t she have any respect for herself?
As he was speaking, a signalman came jogging and saluted Song Zhanjin.
"Captain Song, the commander wants you to go to the command post."
Song Zhanjin knew that it must be related to the battle yesterday, so he didn't dare to be careless and greeted Lin Wanjun through the door.
"Rest for a while, I'll bring you lunch at noon."
After a brief silence, Lin Wanjun gritted her teeth and shouted, "Get out!"
Captain Song was not angry, he just smiled and said "get out".
After Song Zhanjin left, Lin Wanjun lay down for a while to calm down, then got out of bed and tidied her clothes.
She took out a small mirror from her bag and saw the mottled marks on her neck, which were obviously left intentionally by that bastard Song Zhanjin.
What a wicked bastard!
Several medical tents have been set up in the safest part of the position.
When Lin Wanjun lifted the tent curtain and walked in, Zhao Yajun was changing the dressing on the wounded.
The injured soldier lost half of his left foot, but had a smile on his face.
"Luckily, I lost my foot. If I had lost my hand, I wouldn't be able to hold a gun anymore."
The wounded laughed, optimistic and open-minded.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if I'm missing a hand. I'm the best one-handed shooter in our company. Even with only one hand left, I can still fight the enemy."
Lin Wanjun stepped forward with a smile and said, "I heard Song Zhanjin mention you. He said you're a good shot, which puts a lot of pressure on him as a company commander."
Hearing this, the wounded man burst into laughter.
"Don't tell me, don't tell me, I've beaten him in several company-wide shooting competitions!"
He paused, then continued, "But I'm only slightly better at shooting than him. When it comes to leading troops in battle and deploying strategies, I'm far inferior to him."
"There are so many brothers in our company, and not one of them doesn't admire Captain Song. Don't look at his young age, but he is truly capable."
The wounded man looked at his foot which was still bleeding, his eyes dimmed.
"It depends. If my comrades still need me, I will fight to the very end, even if it means death. If my injuries hinder my comrades, I will be discharged and return home."
"When we return to the countryside to grow food after demobilization, we are also contributing to the country."
This open-mindedness and composure made all the medical staff present admire him from the bottom of their hearts.
After changing the medicine, Zhao Yajun looked at Lin Wanjun and felt a little awkward.
"Are you cold?"
Lin Wanjun shook her head.
"No, I'm not cold, what's wrong?"
"If you're not cold, why are you wearing a scarf? Aren't you feeling uncomfortable?"
Everyone's eyes followed Zhao Yajun's words and fell on Lin Wanjun's neck.
An inappropriate scarf was wrapped tightly around her neck, all the way to her chin, making her look bloated and strange.
"Well, well, I... I..."
Lin Wanjun silently cursed Song Zhanjin, that bastard, hundreds of times in her heart, with a smile on her face, racking her brains to find a suitable reason.
"Well, I have a cold and a sore throat, so I want to wear a scarf to keep warm."
Fortunately, Zhao Yajun was not the kind of person who would ask too many questions, and fortunately, when other wounded soldiers got into trouble, everyone stopped staring at Lin Wanjun's scarf and went back to their jobs.
Lin Wanjun wiped the sweat from her forehead, greeted Song Zhanjin for the last time, and began to help treat the wounded.
The operation led by Song Zhanjin was a great victory.
They used the tactic of "openly repairing the plank road while secretly passing through Chencang" and dug the tunnel right under the enemy's feet, eventually catching the enemy off guard.
The difficult-to-conquer high ground has been controlled by our army, and the soldiers even conquered two adjacent high grounds in one go, and morale was high for a while.
In everyone's eyes, this tricky tactic was proposed by Song Zhanjin, so it seemed natural to commend him.
"No! This credit doesn't belong to me."
When he heard that he was going to apply for first-class merit, Song Zhanjin refused.
He couldn't say that Mr. Song Xiu was the originator of this tactic, but he couldn't shamelessly take the credit for the old man's work either.
"This achievement should go to generations of passionate patriots who forged ahead. It was their experience, gained with their blood and lives, that led to this victory."
"If I must give a commendation, I would like it to be given to all the soldiers involved in this operation."
This difficult battle is definitely not something that Song Zhanjin can accomplish alone.
On several occasions, it was his comrades who turned the tide and ensured a complete victory in the battle. He did not dare and could not take all the credit.
"According to Song Zhanjin's suggestion, all soldiers who participated in this operation will be awarded Second Class Merit individually, and the entire company will be awarded Third Class Merit collectively."
Song Mingcheng finally made the decision.
Admittedly, he hopes Song Zhanjin can achieve great things, but he hopes even more that his son will be an upright and honest man.
This kid really didn't disappoint him.
This victory not only greatly boosted the morale of our army, but also greatly dampened the enemy's fighting spirit.
The enemy thought they had a safe position, but unexpectedly, they encountered difficulties. Not only did they suffer casualties in an entire platoon of soldiers, but they also lost several key heights.
But Song Mingcheng did not dare to take it lightly.
The more you push the enemy into a desperate situation, the more desperate they will become. They will definitely launch a frantic counterattack and make a final struggle.
Sure enough, in the early morning of the next day, the command post was again subjected to heavy enemy artillery fire.
Song Mingcheng was well prepared and moved his command post to a safe area the day before. The enemy fought all night long and almost flattened the hilltop, but did not hurt a single one of our soldiers.
After the conditions of several seriously injured soldiers stabilized, Song Mingcheng ordered Song Zhanjin to lead the team to send the wounded and the medical team members to the field hospital at the foot of the mountain.
As dawn approached, two trucks set out from the command post and headed down the mountain in the foggy morning light.
Lin Wanjun and Song Zhanjin were sitting in a truck, the couple sitting side by side, so close and so intimate.
"I estimate that the war will be over in three months at most. Then I will accompany you back to school to register. Your studies..."
Song Zhanjin was halfway through his words when a sudden braking slammed on the brakes, sending everyone stumbling.
The next moment, a trembling shout was heard outside.
"The field hospital was attacked!"
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