Chapter 24: Works

I was woken up by the company commander before I slept for a long time. I found that I had a thin quilt on my body. I thought it was also covered by my comrades when we were asleep.

I opened my jerky eyes with difficulty, and my eyes felt as uncomfortable as sand was stuffed under my eyes. But my eyes that I had just opened were quickly stinged by the light of the flares. The sound of guns and cannons gradually became clear. In fact, the sound of guns and cannons has never stopped, but I seemed to be used to not taking it seriously at all. Isn’t it? I just slept well in the sound of guns and cannons.

"Be prepared for battle!" Company Commander Zhang said: "The battle is tight, it's time for us to get on."

"Company Commander, it's not dawn yet! I haven't slept for two hours!" I opened my mouth and yawned.

It was already past three in the morning when we found the team, and it would be dawn around five o'clock in the winter night in North Korea. Thinking about how many days and nights I hadn't slept, I finally found the team. I didn't even give me two hours of sleep, so I couldn't help but feel some complaints.

"What's so great about sleeping less?" Company Commander Zhang glared at me and said, "The comrades ahead are dying and sacrificing? We are still sleeping here. Can you sleep?"

"That..." I felt embarrassed when Company Commander Zhang said this. Looking at the comrades around me, they didn't complain, and they all tidied up their luggage silently.

I originally thought I had integrated into this team, but after these few days of hardship, I, who is from modern times, have once again exposed my fragile side.

Although I have not been in this world for a long time, the suffering I suffered can be unimaginable compared to modern people. But compared with the volunteer soldiers around me, what can it be considered? They seem to be used to all this.

"Set out!" Captain Chu shouted and ran towards his destination. His voice was still so firm and his movements were still so powerful, as if only these two hours of sleep had completely restored his strength.

I rubbed my painful eyes and yawned a few times in succession. I felt a burst of powerlessness and helplessness in my heart. I really don’t know what they were thinking, nor do I understand what supports them, allowing them to have such superhuman endurance and a spirit of hard work.

The destination is not far, but it is only twenty minutes away. This road is a bit small compared to our marching these days, so the troops stopped before I was mentally prepared.

Soon a regiment's troops were scattered to various highlands, and our company was arranged to a mountain called 288.7 Highland. The Datong River flowed not far behind, and the road extending eastward for more than 100 meters in front is the distance!

You know, I am afraid when I see the road. When I march, I feel comfortable when I see the road, but when I fight... I know that it won't take long. Teams of enemies will soon appear on this road that originally seemed very comfortable. And I know very well that the enemies we are facing now are no longer those unstoppable puppet troops, but the US troops with a large number of modern weapons.

"Build fortifications!"

With the commander's order, we were all stunned. Because we had been forced to march for two days and three nights before, we had been sleepless and forced to fight, we had long known where the shovel had been thrown away. The soldiers all looked at me, and I looked at you, but we didn't know what to do.

"Company Commander..." I couldn't help but shouted in embarrassment: "There is no shovel!"

"If you don't have a shovel, dig it with your hands and pry it with a bayonet!" Commander Zhang took the lead and dug it with his hands without saying a word.

Digging with your hands? I feel so bitter! But at the same time, I also know that this fortification is essential, and not only needs to be dug, but also needs to be dug deeper than before. Because the US military will come later, the shells and gasoline bombs are not a joke.

Thinking of this, I had to look at my hands affectionately, and then, as if I had pushed two comrades who had always been loyal to me into the fire pit, and pained them towards the snow pile.

Fortunately, the layer above was thick with snow, and I didn’t feel much pain except for feeling cold hands. But further down, I killed this day... This mountain with more gravel than soil was dug for a while and a burst of pain came from my fingertips. I had no choice but to pull out the military thorn to loosen the soil first, and then hold the soil out hand by hand. I couldn’t help but think in my heart that I had to practice the eagle claw skills or iron sand palms in martial arts novels, and now I’m going to do it!

"Platform leader! You can't dig like this!" Seeing that I had dug a small hole for a long time, the old squad leader reminded him: "According to your digging method, you can't hide a leg when the enemy comes!"

"Then what else can I do?" I couldn't help but say with a bitter face: "If you want this hand to be dug out, how can you hit the enemy later? You can't even hold the gun!"

"Look at me!" The old squad leader laughed and started his hands quickly as he said: "First dig a deep pit down, then use a bayonet to dig down the soil and rocks one by one, look..."

"Oh, there is also this knowledge!" I understood very well at a glance. This efficiency is much better than loosening the soil and then holding it out. I quickly thanked me and started to work.

But soon, problems arose again. The ground with a lot of gravel was not solid. When the pit was dug deep, the gravel next to the trench would fall down. It was difficult to even capture the trench, let alone digging a single air raid shelter.

"Oh!" the old squad leader couldn't help but sigh and said, "This place is just a place where people eat and don't spit bones!"

"What do you say? Can't you dig an air raid shelter?" I couldn't help but ask in a strange way.

"It's also difficult to air raid shelter!" the old squad leader replied, "But it's better to get more wood to support it. It's just..."

The old squad leader held a hand, gently shook his hands and sifted out the stones with edges and corners inside and said, "These stones, when the shells exploded, these stones turned into shrapnel!"

"So that's what it is..."

I couldn't help but feel cold, and a scene flashed through my mind. The fortifications dug by the volunteer soldiers here with their hands were easily collapsed by heavy artillery from the US military. The shells fell and the gravel flew everywhere. The soldiers had nowhere to hide. The stones flying at high speed easily took away the lives of one Volunteer soldiers like shrapnel...
Chapter completed!