From February 19 to 20, 1979, the 8th and 9th companies of the 3rd Battalion of the 114th Regiment of the 38th Division of the 13th Army finally conquered the dangerous pass of the 339 Heights after two days and two nights of bloody battles and paid the price of sacrifices, opening up the way for the troops to continue to advance.
After taking the 339 heights, the 114th Regiment was ordered by the army headquarters to continue to advance interspersed and complete the task of destroying the enemy in the Vigan and Dengshang areas.
On the way, the troops replenished supplies again and again, but when they received orders to travel lightly and run forward on the way, they discarded all non-combat things such as bedding and dry food again and again, and the only thing that mattered was the ** and as much ammunition as possible.
The troops of the 13th Army searched and advanced in Vietnam, and the Vietnamese soldiers who were killed were lying on the ground
When the troops entered the Vietnamese valley willow, it was really shocking to see the scene left by the fierce battle between the brother troops in the vanguard and the Vietnamese defenders. Here, it is almost a dead city, full of wolf smoke, broken walls, bullet scars, dead bodies everywhere, some of the corpses have foamed and swelled, becoming thick and strong, short and dungeon.
The corpses of the Vietnamese soldiers, which were originally only the size of peanuts, have become the size of walnuts. The smell of these corpses made people want to vomit. There is no vitality and vitality in the whole venue. Among them, there are also the remains of martyrs that our army has not had time to collect. Occasionally, a few crows chirp from the nearby hill make the atmosphere even more poignant.
The warriors were hungry and searched around with keen eyes, hoping to find something to quench their thirst. They "clanged" through the rubble with their hands. Finally, the hard work paid off, and in the ruins of a fruit cannery's warehouse, a soldier found a large amount of canned pineapples. He jumped and shouted with joy: "Company commander, instructor, come quickly!"There are so many cans here!He shouted loudly as he waved his thin right arm, tears of joy streaming down his gray, dark cheeks.
After hearing the news, more than 200 people from the entire reinforcement company and the migrant labor team gathered around in unison. Under the unified arrangement of the company commander and instructor, the soldiers emptied their backpacks one after another and filled them with canned food, thus solving the problem of food and drinking water with one stone.
For a day, the company commander of the ethnic minority, who was frowning bitterly about the lack of food and drink for the soldiers, was as chic as the company commander in the "Shangganling" at this time. When thirsty or hungry, the head is held high and the hand is stretched back, and the messenger or shoulder bearer understands it, takes out a canned food for a person, pokes two holes with a spear stab, and then hands it over, so that the company commander can feast on it. The soldiers couldn't help but laugh out loud when they saw this comedic performance, and the atmosphere of the whole team came alive.
Along the way, the brutality of the battlefield can be seen everywhere. On the side of a sharply turning road, several Soviet-made Gaz personnel carriers of the Vietnamese army were burned to the point of steel skeletons, and an unburned Vietnamese military vehicle was piled with rotten corpses, and the smell of fishy smell went straight to the noses of passers-by. A corpse hanging from the board of the carriage, the shape of which was no longer clear. Only one arm connected by meridians but mutilated slowly swayed and swayed in the cold wind of "wooing", as if he was summoning his own soul and silently begging his family for help.
Along the way, there were also cases where our troops were ambushed by Vietnamese troops. At the top of a steep road, a Beijing jeep command vehicle and a military vehicle towing 37 antiaircraft guns were destroyed by the Vietnamese army, although there were no bodies of our troops on the car and its surroundings, but the car was full of bloodstains, and it also exuded a strong smell of blood, and the bullet casings scattered everywhere recorded that there had been a fierce battle here. The officers and men passing by had already felt from the traces of the battle at the scene the heroism and heroism of the vanguard troops, who "had not swallowed the sea before the whale drank the sea, and the sword spirit had already fallen" in front of the enemy
According to what they saw and heard along the way, no matter whether the troops took the highway or the main road, they were very likely to be ambushed by the Vietnamese army. Therefore, the higher authorities ordered the troops to change from highways to mountain paths on the way, so that the officers and men of the troops could once again experience the various flavors of trekking through mountains and rivers. Along the way, the road traveled by the troops was either to climb the lush vegetation, rugged and bumpy hills and mountains, or to cross the ditch and river, through the stream and cross the stream, and the clothes and shoes were wet and dry, dry and wet all day long, and even ** was soaked in wet clothes, shoes and socks and turned pale and pale.
A playful soldier joked bitterly: "We have all changed from yellow to white now, and when we return to the motherland in the future, will our relatives still recognize us?"The surrounding comrades-in-arms laughed again, and seemed to have completely forgotten the discomfort and fatigue all over their bodies.
Just as everyone was panting and climbing halfway up a high mountain, a hurried command suddenly came from ahead: anti-virus, anti-virus, anti-virus!
The officers and men were out of breath and hurriedly took out improvised anti-poison equipment and put them on. Everyone was already exhausted, and after putting on the anti-poison equipment, they were even more depressed and uncomfortable. As soon as several weak fighters put it on, they fell to the ground with a "poof".
Fortunately, in the end, it was just a false alarm. It turned out that the avant-garde company smelled a smell similar to mustard gas, and saw a large piece of artillery sheln next to it, and mistakenly thought that the enemy had cast poison gas, so it hurriedly transmitted the "anti-poison" password to the troops in the rear. The results were tested by the anti-chemical warfare troops, but it was only a false alarm.
One night, while the troops were marching through a large area of water network, an order was suddenly heard from their superiors to "camp on the spot." At that time, the troops were in a state of light equipment, and in addition to sufficient ** ammunition, daily necessities were extremely simple. A plastic sheeting per person, which doubles as a raincoat and a pawnshop. Everyone opened the plastic sheet, half of it was put on the muddy floor that was still dripping as a mattress, and the other half was covered with a quilt, and soon "purred" and fell asleep.
Vietnam has a local climate of the highest zone, in February, the days are as hot as summer, and the nights are as cold as winter. In the second half of the night, it was so cold that his teeth "gurgled", and the soldiers who were awakened by the cold could not sleep at all. They had to open their eyes and quietly look up at the moon in the sky, thinking of their mother and hometown in the distance.
When I woke up in the morning, the plastic cloth was full of water inside and out, and the whole person was like a chicken in soup.
Early the next morning, the troops made a fire in a wooded area to cook. However, only two cooks in the whole company left a little rice, which was not thrown away when they were lightly armed, and the rest were all thrown away. Therefore, the soldiers of the cooking squad all set out, picked up some wild vegetables and wild fruits they knew on the hillside and in the ditch near the station, mixed the little rice left by the two cooks, and boiled two large pots of wild vegetable porridge, and the whole company of more than 200 people, the instructor personally took charge of the spoon, and scooped a few spoons per person with the spoon for eating.
The soldiers who didn't have dishes and chopsticks had to stretch out their hands and drink them directly in three sips and two sips with their hands in their hands, and they ate deliciously and sweetly one by one, still in the bar for a long time with his mouth clicking.
Those who have not experienced this kind of life will never be able to understand and imagine the scene and feelings of the soldiers at this moment. Only the officers and soldiers who are immersed in the battlefield are still determined after the battlefield, and they are not afraid of hardships and fatigue on the journey. Interspersed to block the enemy is as urgent as fire, and I only wish to sing and return triumphantly!