Song Mingcheng ignored the dissuasion and personally led the team to the field hospital.
It was not only about saving his son and daughter-in-law, not only about saving the wounded and medical staff, but more importantly, Song Mingcheng wanted to wipe out this group of cruel beasts.
Not killing prisoners and not bombing hospitals are the basic standards of humanitarianism on the battlefield. Any soldier with a moral bottom line, any creature worthy of being called a human being, will not attack the wounded.
But these beasts have repeatedly violated human ethics and extended their evil hands to the wounded in the rear.
"Captain, how are we going to fight this time?"
A battalion commander, unable to conceal his inner anger, gritted his teeth and said, "If those beasts surrender, we will still..."
"Surrender? Surrender what? Remember this: the enemy put up a stubborn resistance and were completely annihilated by our army!"
A regimental commander glared at the battalion commander who asked the question and spoke word by word.
The battalion commander immediately understood.
He gripped his gun tightly and swore a military oath in front of Song Mingcheng.
"Captain, just wait and see! If you let even one of these beasts go, I'll bring my head back to you!"
Song Mingcheng never spoke, his face looking very tense.
He didn't know whether his son and daughter-in-law were dead or alive, but from his many years of experience in fighting, it was almost impossible for a miracle to happen with such a huge gap in troop strength.
On the battlefield, there are no miracles. Unless it's the appearance of our ancestors...
The scout came back quickly to report the situation, with a somewhat strange expression on his face.
"Captain, we've spotted the enemy. They have a full reinforced company, even equipped with heavy firepower, but..."
The scout paused here and scratched his head, as if he didn't know how to put it.
A leader urged sharply, "Just what? Hurry up and tell me."
"But the enemy troops seemed to be crazy. They never broke into the hospital. They just circled around it like headless flies."
To say something that I shouldn't say, it's like encountering a dead end.
It’s broad daylight, where did the ghost come from?
Hearing this, Song Mingcheng suddenly raised his eyelids, as if he saw hope.
"You mean, they haven't even gotten into the hospital yet? What about the firefight?"
The scout scratched his head and replied, "There was no firefight. The hospital was very quiet."
That's strange.
But no matter what, the best news is that the hospital was not breached.
Immediately, Song Mingcheng ordered to speed up the support for the foot of the mountain. Soon, a large force arrived at the outskirts of the field hospital and surrounded the entire hospital like an iron barrel.
"Don't worry, Chief. Not even a fly can fly out."
Song Mingcheng stood on a high place and observed the situation with a telescope. Soon, he saw the enemy commander in a hidden jungle on a hillside.
When Song Mingcheng fought a war, he liked to capture the leader first.
He immediately ordered the machine gunners to kill the enemy commander first, and then the large troops dived down the mountain and surrounded the enemy with human wave tactics.
A burst of intense and rapid gunfire tore through the silence, and suddenly many people appeared on the originally deserted hillside, rushing down like a tide. The gunshots and shouts mixed together, like an unstoppable flood.
The enemy was already panicking because of the sudden disappearance of the wounded in the field hospital. Before they could find the answer, reinforcements arrived in advance and caught them off guard.
When the first wave of attack ended, some enemy troops became frightened.
They had previously threatened to kill all the wounded and medical staff, but now they gave in to death and raised their guns to surrender.
But no one gave them a chance to surrender. Bullets came like a swarm of locusts. Those enemy soldiers who raised their hands to surrender were assumed to be those who would fight to the last and were all shot dead.
The battle was over in just over twenty minutes.
Our army won the battle with absolute superiority and wiped out an entire reinforced company of the enemy.
"Captain, we can't find anyone!"
The soldiers who were responsible for searching for the wounded and medical staff rushed back, looking confused and puzzled.
"I didn't find a single living person, nor did I see a single dead person."
There wasn't even any sign of retreat around, as if everyone had gone underground and suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
Song Mingcheng frowned tightly.
He looked around, at the open gate of the field hospital, and then at the pile of enemy corpses at the gate, feeling very strange.
You're already at the door, why don't you go in?
It was as if... something was blocking their way, and every enemy who tried to break in would end up in trouble.
Song Mingcheng approached the gate step by step. He stepped over the corpses of the enemy soldiers and stared at the dark doorway with his eyes as sharp as torches.
Suddenly, an enemy who was not dead yet jumped up and aimed his gun at Song Mingcheng's heart.
The next moment, a bullet flew out from the doorway and pierced the enemy's back steadily and accurately. The enemy fell straight down before he could even pull the trigger.
A flash of light blinded everyone for a moment.
A few seconds later, everyone regained their vision and saw Song Zhanjin walking out quickly with a still smoking rifle, appearing in front of everyone.
Behind him are the soldiers who would rather die than surrender, the wounded who would rather die than be captured, and the medical staff who become warriors when danger comes.
Everyone reunited with the main force with a smile on their faces after surviving a disaster.
"Zhanjin!"
A group leader shouted in surprise and couldn't help but go forward and hug him.
"You kid...we thought you were dead!"
Song Zhanjin looked at his father who was a few steps away from him and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Reporting to the commander, due to changes in the situation, we were unable to complete our mission of escorting the wounded."
Hearing this, Song Mingcheng smiled and walked forward, patting his son on the shoulder.
"Although you didn't complete the task I assigned to you, you completed a more difficult and important task. You did a great job."
After a pause, he couldn't hold back his father's love and hugged his son tightly.
"Calling me dad occasionally isn't considered a violation of discipline."
Song Zhanjin was held in his father's arms. He saw his father's pale hair and felt his father's slightly hunched body. His father was old.
"dad."
He called out "Dad" and raised his hands to hug his father.
This hug is not only a hug between father and son, but also a hug between comrades-in-arms, which is of great significance.
The wounded and medical staff who escaped death were in a state of confusion. Because the incident was so strange, they even thought they were dreaming.
"What? You wiped out all the enemies? But...didn't the enemies just vanish? We were standing right by the window, and we didn't see a single enemy."
"Yes, we didn't even see you fighting the enemy. In the blink of an eye, you appeared before our eyes."
…
Everyone reviewed what had happened and thought they had seen a ghost.
But regardless, the battle was a great victory.
"Where's Junjun? Why can't I see Junjun?"
Song Mingcheng looked around but couldn't find his daughter-in-law.
Song Zhanjin's expression became solemn and serious.
"Someone sacrificed..."
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