The sky was getting dark, and there were clouds floating over the dome above the county town, strands of which were like tulle. Starlight dotted the sky through cirrostratus clouds. Wang Chengzhu raised his head and glanced at the cloud curtain dyed white by the starlight halo, and said to the leader
The leading comrade who led him into an uninhabited alley said: "Captain, the clouds are not thick enough tonight, and you can still see the stars hazily. I feel a little biased about the risk of organizing comrades to attack the county town at night.
So high!"
The team leader rolled his eyes at Wang Chengzhu. Unfortunately, under the shadow of the courtyard wall, which was as tall as one person, the latter did not observe the commander's expression. The team leader explained softly: "Comrade Wang, this war is not about treating guests to dinner. The unit's acceptance of casualties and the difficulty of combat tasks
, with the coordination of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Border Region Operations Staff Organization, we will just execute it."
"Comrade Captain, that's not what I meant. Today is the 25th, and the waning moon is in the second half of the night. Looking at the thickness of the clouds, there is a white crescent hanging in the sky, which may not be conducive to hiding the body of the comrades."