A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

The young soldier grabbed the Type 56 pistol and rushed out without thinking, but after only two steps, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he abruptly stopped. He turned his head to look at the inconspicuous little hole next to the shack, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed the wooden frame next to him with force. With a "bang," the wooden frame completely covered the hole.

Then, instead of running to his post, the young soldier remembered the task assigned to him by his squad leader, gritted his teeth, and climbed up the hillside in the opposite direction.

Looking back, they saw a man in a green military uniform, draped in a white cloth, dragging a figure back as they ran for their lives. As they ran, several deadly sparks flashed beneath their feet.

"Waaah, squad leader, Big Head, please don't let anything happen to you..." Tears welled up in his eyes, and with the little soldier's movements, a few drops of water finally slid freely down his dusty cheeks.

She crawled while crying. She slipped with every step and gasped for breath after every two.

Finally, the young soldier took a deep breath and closed his mouth and nose tightly.

Don't cry, don't cry, crying will only discourage you. Fifty meters left! Hold it in! Hold it in!

He forced back the sobs from his throat and, using both hands and feet, desperately moved towards the top of the slope.

After a great deal of effort, the young soldier climbed the slope, trembling as he lit the prepared fire. He then quickly covered it with dried wolf dung, followed by several handfuls of snow. In an instant, thick smoke billowed out, the dense black smoke shooting straight into the air.

At this moment, his face, which was covered in flaking skin, was flushed with a glaring red. He exhaled a breath of stale air, held his knees, and gasped for breath a few times. His legs gave way, and he knelt down straight to the east.

At the foot of the mountain, strange and noisy shouts, "Alara, Woda Lianmu Youjia..." rose abruptly, like a pack of wolves howling, followed by several gunshots that were different from those of the Type 56 and Type 65 rifles.

“Pa bang bang~~~”

Immediately afterwards, the familiar Type 56 assault rifle of the young soldier roared in response: "Rat-a-tat-tat~~~"

"Is it Big Head?"

The young soldier gazed in the direction of his hometown, tears streaming down his face: "Father! Mother! Your son is unfilial!" With that, he kowtowed three times to the east, each time his forehead struck the ground, sending up a small snowflake.

After kowtowing, the young soldier grabbed his weapon and slid down the hillside. Before he even reached the bottom, he saw several shadowy enemy figures crouching low, flanking the outpost.

The young soldier's eyes widened instantly. He quickly ducked behind a rock, knelt on one knee, raised his gun, aimed, and with a "bang," the enemy at the forefront groaned and fell straight down.

"Ah la la, although Northeast China isn't big, lulu lulu~~"

Another series of howling sounds came from the other side, but these scumbags didn't seem to realize the problem and continued to slowly climb upwards.

The young soldier seized the opportunity and fired two more shots.

This move stirred up a hornet's nest, instantly attracting enemy fire and a barrage of bullets that lashed at the nearby rocks, sending sparks flying.

The young soldier rolled away and hid behind a boulder, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

He quickly checked the chamber; there were seven bullets left, and he had to use them sparingly. Taking advantage of the enemy's moment to reload, he suddenly poked his head out and fired two more shots, but the enemy had learned their lesson and, like the young soldier, swarmed behind rocks.

Hmm... clever, but still limited.

The stone isn't big; it's just right for two people, and it can also fit three.

But there are six people~~

Sure enough, two unlucky guys with brightly colored clothes were squeezed out of the rock shelter.

The young soldier naturally accepted this generous gift.

"Papa papa ~~~"

Two figures collapsed slumped to the ground.

"groove!"

The young soldier was unhappy. Instead, he cursed under his breath, realizing he had been too excited and his hand had become unresponsive; now he had run out of bullets.

He reached out and pulled out the legendary triangular bayonet of the Fifth and Sixth Division, while also shaking out the round grenade that always hung on his chest.

"I hit three, I'll try for one more, and then take one last one. One for five, I've made a profit!"

Just as the young soldier was about to peek out to observe the enemy's movements, shouts came from behind him.

"Comrade! Get down!"

The young soldier recognized the voice of the man with the big beard and quickly lowered his head.

Then I heard something whoosh as it flew overhead, followed by an explosion.

"It's done! Get back to base!"

The young soldier swallowed hard, wanting to peek out to confirm the results, but then a shout came from behind: "Hey, you bastard, what are you doing rushing forward like that? Cough cough cough~~ Get back here right now~~!"

"Monitor!"

Hearing the familiar angry shouts, the young soldier was filled with energy again, and he executed a series of tactical maneuvers with lightning speed.

As he ran back to the outpost, he heard a few more soft whooshing sounds along the way.

Then came the continuous "boom~ boom" sound.

Back at his post, he saw that the bearded man had somehow appeared out of the shack. He was carrying a large cylindrical tube and directing the squad leader as they installed some rather strange type of ammunition.

"Squad leader! You're not dead!"

The squad leader rolled his eyes at him: "Damn it, does the sound of a gunshot mean I have to die? Can't you wish me something better?"

Ignoring their arguing, Big Beard stuffed the extended bullet into the cannon barrel, took out a few more and tucked them into his back, then dashed off in another direction.

"Big Head! Stay with him, protect him!"

When the squad leader saw Big Beard run off, he instinctively wanted to follow, but his chest was hurting so badly that he could only lean against the stone fortifications and observe the enemy situation.

The young soldier took a cable tray from the ammunition box and quickly reloaded it.

"Squad leader, I saw you being dragged along by Big Head Brother like a dead dog from the hillside, your tongue practically hanging out. Are you really alright?"

The squad leader turned around, and a small, charred hole in his chest was still emitting smoke.

"Enough with the nonsense! Get your ass on and hit him!"

"If you don't leave them all behind, don't even think about calling them my soldiers!"

As he spoke, the squad leader took a couple of breaths, "Damn it, we didn't fire the first shot. Even if this complaint is sent to Beijing, I'm not guilty!"

"Hey~~"

Another plume of white smoke streaked past.

This time, the young soldier saw it clearly.

But all I could see was the dazzling sparks that flew when the bullet exploded.

Unlike the yellowish explosions he saw during company training, this explosion emitted a red light, which looked particularly dazzling against the backdrop of the snow.

After the explosion, the snow looked like it was covered with red paint, and it was still hot.

The brightly colored soldiers at the foot of the mountain seemed to be terrified and were running recklessly toward the outside of the "line".

run?

Is it as fast as the enhanced version of the bouncy ball?

So, a few more red graffiti by children appeared in front of the "line".

However, the enemy had too many men, and quite a few remnants of the army still had to retreat.

The squad leader frowned, looking at the remaining soldiers who had already fled back into the "line," and nudged Xiao Liu, "Go tell our comrades to stop firing, the enemy has already run into the 'line'!"

"Monitor?"

"Go and tell them! Crossing the line is an invasion! We are the people's army, we don't do such things!"

The brief battle abruptly ended.

"Golden Zhu Ma Mi, Golden Zhu Ma Mi! Where is the enemy?"

A man wearing a long robe, with one bare arm exposed, ran wildly down the snow-capped mountain behind the outpost, carrying a wood-chopping knife.

"Hahaha, Brother Aga, the enemy has turned into fertilizer for the snow mountain. Next year, the snow lotus here will definitely grow very well!"