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I haven't picked up the pen for a long time. How many days have you been?

It seems like a few years is so long, but after careful calculation, it is only 13 days, but these thirteen days seem to have passed for me.

Thirteen days ago and me now are just two people - a few battles, which easily changed me.

I didn't want to write this diary because I didn't want to or dare to look back because it was heartbreaking, but I was afraid that one day I would forget the shadows of those brothers, so I had to record everything that happened, from my perspective.

On April 17, the war broke out. In the early morning of the 21st, our 2nd Battalion received orders to go to the front line to change the defense of friendly troops. At that time, our 2nd Battalion had a total of 943 soldiers.

On the night of the 22nd, on the first night we arrived on the battlefield, we announced our arrival with night attacks. At that time, our platoon and the reconnaissance platoon achieved a glorious record of at least 200 enemies with a slight loss. However, our battalion was very dissatisfied with the command of the platoon leader, and removed the position of platoon leader early in the morning of the 23rd, giving up his origin (well, this is a secret that must be taken to the grave, and the diary cannot be recorded.) Qi Sanlin from xx served as our platoon leader.

To be honest, I feel very sorry and unwilling to accept the platoon leader's removal - but the reason for the camp is reasonable, because our losses are very unworthy, and we must accept this lesson instead of making up for the merits - he told us that it is simple to make up for the merits and even everyone takes it for granted, but who has asked the opinions of the dead?

"As an officer, you must be responsible for the lives of your subordinates. A smiling negligence will make a living life wither. Any carelessness or carelessness is a crime."

The battalion commander's words left us speechless. Yes, as soldiers, we must eliminate all possible negligence, because the price of negligence is to joke about life. It is worthy of our own life being affected, but in war, it is definitely not just our own life, but also the lives of our comrades.

In this night attack, we lost six brothers, Shi Hao, Xiao Yalong, Fan Xiaomin...

On the 23rd, we ushered in the first attack from the enemy. We were harassed and attacked the enemy who was uneasy on the night before. On the 23rd, we launched a decisive attack. Our special platoon was not on the front battlefield, but after seeing the dense enemies in the telescope, I was worried about my comrades, for fear that they would be submerged by the enemy group.

You can't imagine what it would be like if there are endless enemies attacking one after another. The initial excitement turned into numbness. Living brothers died in various ways, being shot, shelled, and killed by shells... Many ways to die.

I have seen a man-killing one of our comrades in the second platoon of our company. In fact, it is not his fault. He just wanted to save his comrades, but the bullet hit the enemy's helmet and bounced out, hitting the comrades' face, and the brother who was shot died on the spot.

The warrior who killed his brother by chance finally chose heroic spirit. I don’t know what he was thinking at the last moment, but his behavior could be called a hero - he rushed towards the enemy with countless explosives on his back, and then was blown to pieces by himself.

Yesterday, the hero named Sun Wenxuan was rated as a first-class combat hero by the Group Army. His photos will even be hung in the honor room of the Group Army forever. This is what he deserves, and I will not mention that manslaughter to anyone.

In fact, he didn't have to die like this, because our battalion's counterattack was launched thirteen minutes later. Dozens of armored vehicles and infantry fighting vehicles drove the enemy into a panic like dogs, annihilated more than 2,200 enemies, and exploded 13 heavy-armored vehicles, nearly 50 armored vehicles and infantry fighting vehicles. The record alarmed the group army. Perhaps, it was precisely because of this nightmare that our next nightmare...

In this battle, less than 500 people in our battalion stood firm. Although we achieved unprecedented victory, 69 soldiers still fell on the battlefield - this is the fate of the soldiers, but they were living comrades after all. A few days ago, we often passed by them on the training ground, but now they are separated by heaven and man forever.

At that time, I thought this was the cruelest battle. I lost nearly a hundred comrades in a few days, which made people almost breathless. If it weren't for the big victory that could comfort the deceased, I wouldn't know how to face those heroes - but, afterwards, I realized that I really underestimated the cruelty of war.

On the 25th, the enemy concentrated heavy troops to attack the defense line stationed by our brigade. The enemy's dynamics were mastered by the brothers of the reconnaissance platoon early. When they approached the battlefield, we were ready to fight - ten times more enemies than last time. We knew that this battle must be very difficult, and I was even ready to donate myself.

But the God of Lucky took care of me. We were sent out by the camp to attack the enemy's heavy artillery position. The newly appointed Platoon Commander Qi Sanlin took the initiative to expose himself and lure the enemy away, allowing us to successfully use special incendiary bombs to solve this damn heavy artillery position, turning it into hell, a hell of fire.

After Cheng Haoran completed the mission, he wanted to find the platoon leader who had lost the news. The communication was not communicated. We knew that the platoon leader might have died, but Cheng Haoran decided to walk towards the enemy, and he must live to see people and die to see corpses.

This is not to give up or give up!

We chose to keep up with Cheng Haoran's pace just to make ourselves feel at ease, because we all know that the platoon leader must have sacrificed - but in fact, the platoon leader did not sacrifice, but was prepared for sacrifice.

After the platoon leader overdrawed and lost his ability to move, he took the initiative to cut off the communication and made the illusion of sacrifice, trying to make us abandon him, while he was ready to complete the officer's final oath with glory.

When I saw the platoon leader, I swear that I will be proud of being the platoon leader in my life. Such a platoon leader is worth following him to set foot on the battlefield and die without regrets!

We all think so, so on the way to retreat, the two brothers chose to die for the platoon leader. In fact, I always thought that such people had a brain that others' lives were not as important as their own. As for those heroes, I always thought that they were just targets (role models) advocated by the empire for needs.

The facts proved that I was wrong. On the perverted battlefield, many people would sacrifice themselves for others without hesitation. They were once despicable and prepared for this. I even planned to be the third person to sacrifice, not to put a gift on my face, because I didn't think so much at that time.

Hu Zerun probably thought so, so after encountering the enemy's blockage and pursuit, he knocked the platoon leader who threatened us to leave first with his life, and then led the pursuers away alone.

I thought he became the third person at that time, but what I didn't expect was that he survived and was rescued by the 308th Crusade Division - the 219th Division of the Yulin Army.

The 219th Division was still on the sign of the 308th Division at that time, so when they stepped into the 32nd protrusion, Cheng Haoran, who was temporarily commanding, was crazy about ordering to cut off the head of our camp. It was not a joke. When we saw both sides shooting towards the distance and fighting in a full battle, our first reaction was that the camp was treason.

Of course, it is impossible for the camp to treason!

During the offensive and defense that lasted for nearly ten hours, our battalion sacrificed more than 300 comrades, and the two companies that later supported them also lost more than a hundred people. With such a sacrifice number, how could the proud, strong and perverted battalion betrayal?

The only one who rebeled was the 308th Division of the Crusader, so we all became "captives". We stayed in the prisoner camp with their respective weapons hidden under our butts. Watching teams of enemies crossing the 32 protrusions silly, I wanted to laugh at that time. Although I was beaten up by a group of crusaders passing by, although I kept begging for mercy there, and although my brothers saw a wonderful show, I just wanted to laugh.

A big meal, a hearty meal - that's what I thought at the time, beating, your uncle will take revenge soon. Sure enough, on the afternoon of the 27th, we took out our weapons, appeared incredible ways, and cleaned up the enemy's heavy artillery division who had set up positions around us.

But the nightmare comes, and we need to hold on the road five kilometers away for at least 6 hours until the heavy troops in the assault cluster return to the army and wipe out the enemy.

The battle that started on the night of the 25th to the 26th was cruel. Our battalion lost almost all armored vehicles and infantry combat vehicles. However, compared with the blocking war that started on the 27th, the previous battle could be called gentle - although we lost 348 brothers in that battle.

When the battle broke out, we remained behind as a reserve team. Not long after, we received a mission to support the airborne troops attacked by the enemy next door. The eagles of the airborne troops were very strong and they fought very tenaciously, but the enemy, who was like a tide, still attacked their positions. If we had not entered the battlefield at a critical moment, the airborne battalion would have lost its position.

In that battle, we lost 19 brothers, a reserve team composed of three platoons, and the reserve team composed of three platoons with the most combative force in the battalion, actually lost 19 brothers, but no one is absolutely worth it, because once the position of the airborne troops is broken, it is useless for us to continue to stick to it. Rescuing them is not only for friendly forces, but also for ourselves.

Therefore, the camp's only remaining armored vehicles and infantry fighting vehicles later supported the next position, which did not make the soldiers dissatisfied because we were the Black Flag Army and we were so powerful.

Strong!

Strongness is forged with life and sacrifice. We are worthy of our Black Flag Army Emblem. Until the end of the blocking war, we always held the position. Even though four of our battalion's five company commanders were sacrificed, only three of the platoon commanders survived, and only five were left in the battalion's headquarters in the end. But we finally defended the position. When reinforcements came, we still firmly blocked the enemy on the position, never ending!

I survived, very lucky - but I would rather be among those who sacrificed!

Do you know that after the battle of the 2nd Battalion of 943 people, there were only 44 people, and there were 24 of our brothers in the field hospital, and only 68 people survived. This battle of our 2nd Battalion is equivalent to the destruction of the regiment!

The two supportive defense forces companies only survived after the battle. The two companies had more than 300 people in total, and 21 people survived in the end.

I can't forget that cruel blocking battle until now. The enemy rushed in like a tide, nowhere to be seen, and there were endless killings, killing one, there were ten behind, killing ten, and there were still one hundred fucking ones behind!

The Imperial Army finally achieved its strategic goal and wiped out the two enemies who were transferred out. On May 1, the last 400,000 enemies in the Yonggu Fortification Group of the Crusaders, which claimed to never fall, walked out of the fortification group with white flags. We won the sudden outbreak of war and achieved an invincible record of annihilation of 15.88 million enemies at the cost of 90,000 casualties. At the same time, we can also bear the battle flag of the Black Flag Army without any loss, because we are as fierce, brave, fearless, tenacious and terrifying as our ancestors.

After retreating from the front line, we stayed silently in the military station. The 900 newcomers who were added yesterday were in place, and the 2nd Battalion was full again, but the familiar faces could no longer be seen. Looking at the anxious newcomers, I suddenly wondered, can they bear the honor we earned with our blood and sacrifice?

I cannot allow them to tarnish such noble honors, so after I just took the rank of lieutenant today, I took my subordinates to the training ground. The 2nd Battalion must be tenacious and the 2nd Battalion must be the strongest. No matter how many people have been replaced, such a tradition cannot be changed. I don’t hope that one day, the 2nd Battalion we fought for and the 2nd Battalion we sacrificed for will become a foil for the enemy to show off their merits.

We can only be the objects of fear of our enemies!

Just after dinner, I heard a news that Western forces wanted to peacefully resolve the war.

The Yonggu Fortification Group, which claimed to never fall, has fallen, which has almost interrupted the backbone of the Western forces guarding the continental bridge. They must be afraid.

So I came over and beg for mercy.

But what reassures me is that the Imperial Army rejected the enemy's initiative to surrender with conditions, but instead asked the Crusaders to completely withdraw from the continental bridge and admit that they were defeated. The Western forces that did not give up in the Yellow River did not accept such conditions, and the war had to continue.

Sometimes I hope this war will end soon. With just a few battles, I found that I had begun to hate the war. However, thinking of those sacrificed brothers and the price our 2nd battalion paid for the war, I also felt that this war must continue and completely drive the Western forces out of the continental bridge.

Only in this way can our sacrifice be worth it and our efforts be worth it!

Perhaps if the war continues, I will lose more brothers, or I will become the object of worship for others in the next battle. However, Western forces must be eliminated from the continental bridge so that we can rely on the Red Mountains to protect the sphere of influence of the empire in the future, making it difficult for Western forces to extend the tentacles.

A good saying goes, even if the future descendants of the empire are not successful, they will lose for a few more years.

I hate the damn divine power. I don’t want one day my descendants to survive in the shadow of divine power. Therefore, the red mountains must be controlled in the hands of the Imperial Army. In this way, the empire can ignore the threat of divine power and let the dog-dream Western divine power play their "God loves the world" trick on their own land!

It was night, and I didn’t expect that I would write so many words. It was incredible. If the war ended, without the conditions of confidentiality, I would find a way to make the war I experienced pass on in the form of words.

For nothing else, I just want those who sacrificed to leave a trace of mark in the vast river of history...

Just as the camp stubbornly records the names of the dead in the notepad, the sacrificed people should not be drowned in the endless group of heroes in Longcheng, and they should be worshipped by their younger generations!
Chapter completed!