Chapter Nineteen

  I'm just saying!

  I'm not referring to other troops, I myself am a half-baked standard and even less qualified to comment on the brothers of other troops.

  I'm saying that the latent is really not like those soldiers in some educational films.

  In that kind of vegetation and mountainous terrain, don't even mention hiding a platoon or a company, you want us brothers to get thousands of people to hide in it, even if you use thermal imaging systems, you won't be able to detect it.

  Don't think that the American infrared thermal tracking and the like are that evil. They can see where people are hiding even with a wall in between, and those snipers can even shoot through walls.

  I won't say it out loud, but anyway, the Chinese military doesn't have that many advanced technologies and equipment in widespread use, but what human brains can come up with is absolutely enough to crush those who only focus on technical parameters.

  To put it simply, the temperature on the surface of the human body is just around thirty degrees or so. But if I wear something with thermal insulation, which can be easily found in supermarkets at a cheap price, then ordinary thermal imaging would be useless.

  Enough, let's not talk about it anymore.

  Anyway, at that time we were divided into four groups, two sneaking close to ambush and two on the periphery to respond. We started digging in one day in advance and set up some strange gadgets in the valley for those bastards to enjoy their dinner and also added a lot of strong explosives.

  To be blunt, I really hate the soil on Mount Kunlun that takes lives.

  Among the lands I have come into contact with, Hunan's land is red soil, sticky like a whole piece of adhesive, and it is more laborious to dig. However, as long as you grasp the angle and force of digging, digging a traffic trench is not too difficult.

  In the fields of Xinjiang, the dusty soil is easy to dig up, just like a hatchet-shaped spade can easily scoop up a large piece of soil, giving people the feeling that they are not doing farm work but rather creating mud sculptures.

  The land on the Karakoram Mountains is really a headache!

  Under a thin layer of soft mud, there were some weathered rock fragments. When the folding engineer's shovel hit those rocks, it was a stream of sparks, and there was no way to use force, and even using all one's strength could only scrape off a little bit of fragmented stone.

  Add to that the perennial permafrost, and the soil of this permafrost layer is like reinforced concrete, making it a backbreaking task to dig, but with little effect.

  Five hours, let alone a concealed individual bunker with excellent performance, I haven't even dug out a chicken coop! The green paint on the engineer's shovel has been worn off and both hands are blistered.

  Then the instructor came over and said that this wouldn't work, even if it was a Tibetan person, let alone hiding one, it's all too much trouble, we have to think of another way.

  Then I saw Brother Kuangming's eyes rolling around, then he looked up at the sky with a suspicious look and said to me: "I have an idea, but it requires Baldy to put in some effort."

  I was just eight loud sneezes at that time!

  I'm telling you, being secretly calculated and then sneezing has some scientific basis!

  I'm chilled by the gaze of Brother Kuangming! Can't I just hold back my sneeze?

  This is about marching and fighting in an army, it's not just a matter of individual bravery!

  Still need to use your brain!

  In ancient times, the dog-headed military advisor would shake his goose feather fan a few times and then come up with a despicable plan to take advantage of the situation, using fewer people to defeat more, and weaker forces to defeat stronger ones. That was absolutely reliable.

  I watched as our army's eyes darted back and forth, pointing out several locations suitable for close-range assault with ill intent, and the instructor whispered to me, then kept pointing at me, and the instructor looked up at the sky with a slightly hesitant expression.

  I went up to ask the instructor what do you mean by this? Are we going to use one of the Thirty-six Stratagems? With my physical condition and tactical quality, I think we can only use a heroic sacrifice like cutting off our arm or something...

  The instructor scolded: "You new recruit, what the f*** are you talking about? Among the Thirty-six Stratagems, there is a plan called 'Eternal Fame', how come I've never heard of it?"

  Kuang Ming brother pointed to the sky and said, "Look at this weather, tonight will definitely be a big snowfall, and it will start before dusk. Since we can't dig on the ground, let's just do a snowy ambush. Everyone carry for a day and night, wait until those Sunzi come over to camp, they won't even think that there are still living people in such a big snow!"

  I shuddered all over!

  Ambushing in the snow, I had trained for this before. At that time, it was a full set of warm equipment plus the ambush time wasn't too long, and although my brothers were frozen stiff, they all made it through, at most just getting frostbite on their noses and ears, but still able to launch an attack in an instant, scoring a standard one-hit kill!

  But today's momentum is not something that can be solved by simply lying low.

  Those who sneaked across the border are not just a bunch of mobs, but old veterans with some tactical quality and combat experience. If they hide in the snow heap again at dawn tomorrow, even if the camouflage is done well, I'm afraid it's hard to prevent those bastards from finding out something.

  When the time comes, don't say that we've been completely annihilated. Who knows, maybe we can even let those bastards escape before we take care of them and avenge our brothers.

  If it's today, I'd rather lie on the ground and wait to be covered in snow, not to mention being frozen alive for a day and night. However, those few hours of immobility, maintaining posture, allowing the snow to naturally cover my body, that's truly a bit unbearable.

  Although Xinjiang's goose feather-like snow can cover all places on the ground in an hour, in this kind of valley with winds blowing from both sides, it's probably impossible to expect the snow to cover one's body within four or five hours!

  Is Brother Kangming looking at me with such a calm and composed gaze, has he thought of a way to solve this problem?

  Kuang Ming, what are you looking at me for? Can I spit out snow or something?

  Look at the instructor and glance at the sky, gritting his teeth and saying yes! Bald head, you have the biggest brain, just lie down in those few ambush points, we'll make a snow shell first, so that our brothers won't suffer later. Not moving for a long time can easily lead to attacks, and when moving, it's easy to get frostbite if the movements are not coordinated. You little guy just bear with it!

  I'm starting to get it!

  Years later, I saw on TV that a large army was training in a certain place in Northeast China. I saw two or three scouts pulling out a frame with snow camouflage and throwing it on the ground, using an engineer's shovel to cover the top of the snow, and suddenly there was a single soldier hiding in the snow.

  I was both envious and heartbroken at the time.

  Are you saying that we didn't have it easy back then? We relied on everyone's collective efforts and brainstorming to get things done.

  It's a pity that if we had that equipment back then, we wouldn't have been in such a miserable situation. My brother Luo Han would not have died and he would still be here, snatching the fatty meat from my bowl with his big belly, haha, heh heh.

  Arhat brother, I've learned to make braised pork belly! It's the kind you mentioned with five layers of meat and three layers of sauce, simmered in a pot until it's tender and falls apart easily. Served with two big steamed buns and a bowl of egg drop soup, even gods would be envious.

  Brother, it's been so many years! Do you have braised pork belly where you are?

  Let's talk about my Arhat brothers.

  He was a Shandong man, slightly shorter than me with a round face and a bit of a belly. At the time of the intense training in the camp, he had muscles all over his body but that little belly just wouldn't go away.

  He especially loved to eat fatty meat. Every time the cook saw Luo Han, he would smile and say, "You little guy has good fortune! Today we're having braised pork, I saved a bowl of the fattiest for you, hurry up and come eat it while it's hot."

  Luohan smiled and said thank you, class leader, thank you, class leader. Then he sat down behind the cooking team's stove with two big white steamed buns, a bowl of braised pork, and a bowl of egg soup. He ate until his mouth was full of oil. The cooking team leader laughed haha, and Luohan also smiled hehehe.

  Luohan was originally surnamed Lu and had a smile on his face, with a small belly that added to his rich appearance, earning him the nickname "Luohan".

  That day, the Arhat brothers followed behind Brother Kuangming to climb the mountain and play with snow on the nearby peak. The 60-liter assault backpack was packed full of snow and brought back, I lay down on the ground, and the brothers made a snowman in the same pose as me.

  On the snowy mountain, as long as you've been up there before, you'll have a feeling. That is, every step towards the high place, that kind of overwhelming and suffocating feeling under heavy pressure, one more layer of thickness.

  I guess at that time nobody knew that Luo Han brothers happened to have a bit of a cold though it wasn't serious but indeed they had caught a cold.

  If someone had noticed, it would have been impossible to get Brother Luo Han to participate in this operation. The instructor might have found out and scolded him severely before kicking him onto the commuter bus and sending him directly to the army hospital at the foot of the mountain.

  On the plateau, especially on snowy mountains, a seemingly insignificant cold can turn into pulmonary edema in just a few hours. If not treated promptly, one's life will be gone in another hour or two.

  That year, I drove over 200 kilometers on the snowy mountain road at high speed, and didn't slow down even on icy roads with steep cliffs, just to rush to the army hospital at the foot of the mountain to save a brother who had pulmonary edema in the car.

  At that time, time was brother's life!

  At that time, no one knew that Arhat had caught a cold.

  Luohan's physical strength has always been one of the stronger ones among us, so Luohan repeatedly ran up to the snow mountain next to him to make snow, and everyone didn't feel anything, but instead focused their attention on me.

  To put it simply, I was crouching in a few low-lying areas with my waist bent and my buttocks raised, making a big fuss like a bear. Then the brothers started piling stones next to me and mixing them with the snow that Luo Han and others brought back, and before long, it became a long, oval-shaped individual bunker.

  I'm really suffering. So many pebbles and the like piled up on my body, stuck together with snow, heavy and cold, and I had to use force to make them solid, it's like being hit by dozens of small hammers, my whole body is sore and aching.

  Some brothers may ask why not use mud but snow as adhesive?

  Yes! The earth can also be made, and the camouflage that can be made is not easy to accumulate snow. After accumulating snow, due to the temperature difference, experienced people can see at a glance that there are patterns underneath.

  Aren't we just digging our own graves?

  If we could build the bunker a bit bigger, put some bedding inside, and add some watermelon, pastries, cigarettes, good wine and other treats, I'd say this bunker could be turned into a small suite in a Snow Mountain Wild Interest Hotel. The starting price would be 2,000 RMB per night, and you'd have to book two months in advance, no discounts!

  But what we built is just a bunker. A person rushes into the bunker, at most, it's just a slight change in posture from lying on his back to lying on his stomach, and he still has to hold onto the thing in his hand with care, lest he accidentally fires the gun and blows a huge hole in his chin and opens a bright skylight on his forehead.