After more than ten minutes, I walked up the slippery stone steps, and went up the stone steps covered with dead grass, breathing in the fresh air of the mountain, and my mood gradually refreshed.

At this time, it is the cold winter in the northern country, but the pines and cypresses on the mountain seem to be in full bloom in spring, summer and autumn, and the slopes are lushly piled up, and under the light breeze, they seem to shake off countless broken jade, shining in the sun.

The further you go up the mountain, the heavier the humidity becomes, the air is fresh and humid, and the breath seems to be swallowing a continuous rain and mist. I slowed down and indulged in the joy that nature had bestowed, a joy from the heart, peaceful and distant.

After walking along the stone steps for a few hundred meters, you are about to reach the top of the mountain, and at the top of the mountain, I don't know when someone built a pavilion here, the pavilion has been in disrepair for a long time, and it has been somewhat dilapidated.

Looking at the four cement square columns, they are not ancient buildings but imitations of today. Even so, the concrete pillars were eroded by wind and rain, and fine cracks appeared on the surface.

In several badly damaged places, the rusty steel bars have been exposed, and the stone pillars have been carved with knives, "××× here for a visit", probably because the soldiers were too bored in the barracks and regarded this place as a tourist attraction.

Although it is an imitation, it also has a bit of an antique charm. I saw that the octagonal heavy eaves above the pavilion were still flying out of the air, but the dougong painting had long been eclipsed, looking for a vague texture, I could vaguely recognize a blurred image, it seemed to be a woman in the clouds, floating like a fairy. Seeing this, I can't help but admire the artistic imagination of the builders.

The wind was a little strong on the top of the hill, and I felt a pain in my face, so I stood in the pavilion and carefully browsed in the direction of the barracks. Being in the barracks, I felt that the dormitory in the barracks was very tall and the mountains were very small.

But from here, from a bird's-eye view, the barracks are just a small nest. As I stood here, I couldn't help but think of the concept of copycats. I thought, if the third battalion is a cottage, and the battalion commander and instructor are the mountain kings here, what kind of role are they?

Thinking of this, I secretly laughed, and then carefully observed the terrain, and found that the mountains here were a bit flat, unlike the mountains behind the regimental headquarters, which were full of potholes and ravines.

Finally, there was a small ravine, but it was in the direction of the barracks. If you practice there yourself, the fighters will easily find out. No, the sunny side of this mountain is not good. That is, you have to climb to the back of the mountain to see if there is any deep terrain?

As a last resort, I climbed to the top of the mountain, and when I looked at the back of the mountain, I saw that it was full of trees, and there were many more shaded and crooked paths than the sunny side.

I followed a trail downhill, and after a few steps, I saw a few pine trees in the middle of which I don't know who had sorted out a flat field. I stopped there, and felt that this place was much stronger than the desolate northern ravine of the regimental headquarters.

It's just a place for me to practice. It's just that I don't know if this place has been called down, or it's practice, or it's practice. If there is a conflict, it is a big disaster.

Anyway, let's practice my fists and feet first. Coming to the front of a tree, I faced the branches, stretched out my hand, and practiced the basic movements of Wing Chun.

I had just practiced a few movements, a gust of wind blew, and suddenly there was a faint sound of talking in my ears, which muttered, and it seemed a little gloomy in this woods, which scared my scalp numb, and hurriedly put away my fists and feet.

I stood up and looked around, but I didn't expect that the wind blew a burst of smoke at this time, faintly choking, and when I looked closely, the smoke seemed to be floating up from somewhere below, I felt surprised, and I had the courage to look for it, and I planned to go over to find out.

After walking a few steps, I finally found the place where the smoke was coming from, it was in a clearing in the forest, I carefully moved forward a few meters away, and looked forward, but I saw a small fire burning in the clearing,

A girl in a white down jacket and jeans was squatting by the fire, throwing paper money into the fire......

Oh no, there will be a grave here!

Look around, and there are bulging bags of dirt under the piles of trees. Some of them still have traces of wreaths placed in front of them. I couldn't help but blow up my scalp. Damn, this is a graveyard circle! a typical ominous place.

I couldn't see the girl's face clearly, I could only see the back, this girl was slender, with a slender neck, a white down jacket without a buttoned hat, between the collar and the head, a snow-white neck was exposed, and it was extremely eye-catching from a distance.

When a man meets a young girl in such an environment, it should generally be avoided. I felt that I had just chosen such a blessed land for practice, but I found that it was a tomb land. I was very disappointed, turned into the trail, and was about to walk away.

"Hey, how many companies are you?" the girl saw that I was a soldier, and she would take the initiative to talk to me. I thought, you girl, you don't know how to be reserved, but take the initiative to talk to men. It's kind of incredible.

I was accosted, and I was asked how many times I was connected? Is there such a direct question?

"We don't know each other, do I have to tell you?" I said.

"Hehe, comrade of the People's Liberation Army, don't be angry! Actually, I just want to ask, are you from the Eighth Company?" The girl is still as straightforward as ever.

"I'm from the Eighth Company. What's wrong?" I don't know why she's interested in Balian, so I just admit it, and see what else she has to say?

"That'...... Do you know Platoon Commander Liu?" the girl asked him aloud.

"Platoon Commander Liu?" I wondered. To be honest, although I have only been here for a short time, there are a few officers in the barracks. From the battalion commanders, company commanders, and platoon commanders, I know all the treasures very well, but none of them are platoon commanders surnamed Liu.

Who is this platoon commander Liu she is talking about? It is an era of peace, and there are no impostor enemy spies anymore. The reputation of the People's Liberation Army is not as dazzling as in the past political era, and no one will pretend to be a platoon commander of the People's Liberation Army to deceive!

"Haha! It's Liu Haidong! You don't know this person?" the girl laughed when she saw me.

"Liu Haidong, he's the squad leader! Don't you see that on his epaulettes, it's the rank of a non-commissioned officer?" I reminded her.

"But I heard the soldiers call him 'platoon commander,'" the girl voiced her doubts.

"He was acting platoon commander for a few days. Right now...... No more agents. "I'll be honest.