I have to admit that Ge Chengzhi was extremely listless in the retreat, at least not highly motivated. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Before entering the tunnel that the Russians had prepared to cross the Arab lines, he looked back at the city of Jerusalem with obvious reluctance, then sighed, raised his gun and quickened his pace.

"Are you worried about Xiaowei?"

It was Zhuang Yu who suddenly broke this problem. She was Ge Chengzhi's old classmate, so she naturally understood his guilt for her family to some extent - and she had also attended the funeral of the comrade-in-arms in front of her, so she understood how his death affected that family. Holding FK86 in her hand and following behind Ge Chengzhi, she asked.

“…… Be. Although he has always looked like he has not been scoreless, Ge Chengzhi has always been unable to hide anything in the face of his feelings for his family, "Xiaowei's individual combat unit signal is in Jerusalem? If the old man hadn't deliberately transmitted this information through the mouths of the Russians, I would have thought it was a joke......"

"But the old man only said that the signal for the individual combat unit was in Jerusalem. He didn't mention that your brother must be in Jerusalem, did he? Saying something that I don't know if it counts as comfort, Zhuang Yu sighed slightly, "Where was Xiaowei before?" ”

"Japan. He seems to have given up his treatment as a national defense student to enlist in the army, and the state reserved his student status for him to return to university two years later. You should know the process of temporary enlistment of college students in wartime...... This idiot. When he said this, Ge Chengzhi couldn't help but shake his head for his brother's stupidity, "You know what? He has always had a paranoid tendency, as if he chooses which one is more challenging...... It's ...... that my father didn't stop him."

"Isn't your father on the Sino-Indian border, how can you stop it?" Shrugging his shoulders, Zhuang Yu patted the bracelet on his right hand, "Xiaowei, this kid is actually quite likable, at least smart and has strong comprehension." I still have the birthday present he gave me. When I was younger, I liked to be ahead of everything, and I don't know what happened now...... It's been a long time since I've been in touch. ”

"I've been out of touch with him for a lot longer than you, haven't I? In fact, I feel that I can basically conclude that Xiaowei is in Jerusalem. You may not be impressed, but I remember it clearly......" Speaking of this, Ge Chengzhi frowned deeply, "The voice I heard on the public channel before that I said it was a Chinese mercenary is almost the same as Xiaowei's. So I dare say that he should be somewhere in Jerusalem right now......"

“…… yes, that's terrible. Japan was bad enough that he actually came to Jerusalem. Interestingly avoiding the sensitive question of "how did he come to Jerusalem?" Zhuang Yu casually said something that seemed to continue the conversation, "The first time I met him was at your birthday party, right?" At that time, he was still in junior high school, and he felt like a small one, but he didn't expect that now he is also a man who carries a gun to the battlefield......"

“…… Xiaowei is a man at all times. He has a strong sense of responsibility, and whether this is a good thing or not may be a little subtle. Accepting the other party's kindness, Ge Chengzhi nodded silently and continued, "He learned to open a straight-50 when he was in high school, at his father's place of work. ”

"Ah, that's it. Sounds like an amazing kid. Perhaps in a way it is beyond the scope of the remarkable. ”

"I can drive straight-50 but I can't drive at all, this is Xiaowei. When my father came back from work, he muttered strangely, 'What is this child's brain?' He originally wanted to teach him to drive at the base. ”

"Haha, it seems that there is military blood in his bones, and he is very kind to weapons or something."

Silence ensued, because I didn't know how to go on and didn't want to continue. The footsteps were particularly loud in the tunnel, and perhaps there was also a reason why the special forces were so neat, and the agent named Alexei seemed to be deliberately trying to break the neatness of his own footsteps, but it felt like a chord, and he didn't lose that neat feeling.

“…… Don't you plan to go back and look for him? You might even find it. ”

"Nope. Surviving is an organizational task, and Jerusalem is so big, how can it be found. Shaking his head, with a strong sense of loneliness, Ge Chengzhi said.

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The bullets seemed to be gone, and there was not a single one left. I might want to reflect on how I pour out firepower as a class support fireman. Now that everyone has no extra guns, no extra bullets, it seems that he has changed from a machine gunner with a pivotal position to a waste man in an instant.

Volonov's initial mission was to hold back the Arabs and prevent them from being killed in an instant during the confrontation between the European Union tanks and the three T-720s, so that the VIPs would have enough time to escape. From the moment the task was set, it was doomed to be a suicidal operation. The difference in numbers, the difference in heavy firepower, except for maybe cover, there is no advantage on their side. Being wiped out is a matter of course, and there will be no problems.

It's like God has created an opportunity for me. Throwing the light machine gun in his hand to the ground, listening to the "bang" sound of the thing that weighed not small, Volonov smiled. That sounds like an opening drum.

Volonov was a music teacher, a student at the Moscow Tchaikovsky Conservatory, a Russian agent, and then a real mutiny. Alexei had a deep grudge against this, and was disgusted by the aura of freedom (or a loose one, depending on the situation) that came out of his body, but the two men eventually became friends. Volonov longed for freedom, especially for freedom.

But he will never get the freedom he wants.

He had a dream that he would one day become like a medieval bard, carrying a musical instrument – a precious accordion, of course to him – and then making endless travels to earn money selling songs in taverns from place to place. Maybe in the end, I can win some fame in this world and then start a concert?

I wouldn't have taken any money for a concert, because music is something that should be freely enjoyed by everyone, just like everything that nature has given us. No one pays for the fruit of a fruit tree that naturally grows on the side of the road, does it?

With this in mind, Volonov picked up his accordion. The accordion was given by his father on the day he entered the school, and he didn't know how much it cost, but there was no doubt that it was a good match for him, and he liked it. Over the years, he has not found a better instrument for his accordion.

"What about agreeing to Alexei's farewell performance......" Knowing that the captain had no time to pay attention to his strange behavior, Volonov adjusted the program of the external broadcast, "but it is too sad to say goodbye in three sets of cars." Let's change the tune. ”

The fingers on the accordion moved nimbly, and the beating notes were carried on the electromagnetic waves, and with this electronic stronghold as the center, Volonov's farewell song was announced to the surroundings in the public channel:

"По-зелёным-полям, по-тенистым-садам, (lush fields, shadowy gardens)

По-аллеям-ночным-и-весенним-дворам (boulevard in the night, courtyard in spring)

(I walked here alone again and didn't complain anyone)

Здесь-немного-есть-радости-и-для-меня, и-для-тебя, (there was a little joy for us, for me and for you)

Любимая-моя, любимая-моя.

A slightly melodious melody, accompanied by the harmony of the accompaniment program, forms the beginning of the piece. The two sides in the battle seem to have entered a relatively calm phase, and both sides need to breathe a sigh of relief to relieve the previous fatigue. But everyone understood what was hidden under this brief silence: the Arabs had approached the building, even at the feet of these Russian fighters, and the special forces were slowly getting ready, slowly sticking their bayonets into their rifles.

What broke the situation was the explosion of a grenade, which overlapped perfectly with the sudden and fast-paced drum beat in the rhythm. The movements of the fingers begin to become more active, making it somewhat difficult to see the movements:

"По-зелёным-полям, по-тенистым-садам, (lush fields, shadowy gardens)

По-просёлкам-глухим-и-большим-городам (secluded living quarter, big city full of flowers)

(I walked here, defending my heart, for you)

Здесь-немного-есть-радости-и-для-меня, и-для-тебя, (here we had a little joy for me and for you)

(My dear you)"

The Arabs made a breakthrough on the first floor of the building, and the noisy footsteps and unidentified shouts affected Volonov's performance in a slight, but it was quickly eliminated. The enemy troops, still outside the building, were still firing suppressively at the soldiers at the window, and the bullets entered through the window, shattering the huge chandelier and falling to the ground completely shattered. A wire peeked out of the ruined wall, a level of damage that seemed to have an effect on the accompaniment program, and the noise jumped out of the headphones, but it did not disrupt the fluidity of Volonov's playing. I wasn't like this when I was in the conservatory, and I couldn't continue to pull even a little noise at that time. Thinking like this, Volonov ushered in the next verse, still a slightly fast, noisy rhythm:

(The sunset and the morning glow do not appear in this world in vain)

Так-придумана-жизнь, где-земля-и-моря.

Это-старше-планет, выше-всех-облаков.

Это-всё-называем-мы-просто-любовь, (these are simply called love)

(My dear you)"

The first floor seems to have been completely occupied, falling faster than you can imagine. Volonov saw a comrade-in-arms wounded with one hand holding a shot downward, right at the top of the stairs. He should reap a lot of results, because of the favorable terrain. The captain was in another position sniping at the rear reinforcements of the Arabs, who had completely excluded Volonov, the singing madman. What is your own behavior in the eyes of others? Is it cowardice? Remiss? Or is it pure madness?

In short, one thing was clear in Volonov's heart: he had long been ready for death. Nodding, he began a particularly long rap in this song:

"По-зелёным-полям, по-тенистым-садам, (lush fields, shadowy gardens)

По-просёлкам-глухим-и-большим-городам (secluded living quarter, big city full of flowers)

(I walked here, defending my heart, for you)

Никому-эту-радость-не-взять-у-меня: (No one can snatch this little joy)

В-ней-полёт-вольных-птиц, в-ней-рассвета-роса, (free birds fly in joy, dew shines at dawn)

Отчий-дом, дети-малые, в-мае-гроза.

Это-греет-внутри, даёт-силы-дышать, (Fills the heart with warmth, gives strength to breathe)

(My heart beats with yours with the same melody)

Эта-вера-моя-гонит-в-венах-кровь, (This belief is in the veins)

Это-всё-называем-мы-просто-любовь.

The fighter located at the mouth of the staircase was killed, and his death was crisp and without a trace of pain: the bullet passed through the brain. The captain ran over to fill his gap, but happened to bump into the Arabs who rushed up. The bayonet that had just been put on played an extremely important role here: it was killed with a single blow, white in and red out, blood splattered the captain's face, and the dead Arab blocked a few bullets for the captain, and the corpse rolled down the steps, knocking down the people below like a bowling ball.

Outside there was the sound of something big breaking through the sound barrier, followed by a violent explosion. Whose air strikes? Israelis or Arabs? It's all possible -- but it's useless.

"В-ней-полёт-вольных-птиц, в-ней-рассвета-роса, (there are free birds flying in joy, and there are dew drops shining in the dawn)

Отчий-дом, дети-малые, в-мае-гроза.

Безотчетная-вера-моя-вновь-и-вновь (my instinctive beliefs remind me again and again)

Это-всё-называем-мы-просто-любовь, (these are simply called love)

Просто-любовь.

The captain couldn't hold it anymore, and he was shot in the chest, hard. The Arabs who came up again kicked him, and then pounced on a lizard, which was used as a military dog by the Middle East Alliance army, and the big guy jumped up and tore the captain's flesh and swallowed it. Now, there is no barrier between yourself and the enemy.

It's time to finish.

"По-зелёным-полям, по-тенистым-садам, (lush fields, shadowy gardens)

По-аллеям-ночным-и-весенним-дворам (boulevard in the night, courtyard in spring)

(I walked here alone again and didn't complain anyone)

Здесь-немного-есть-радости-и-для-меня, и-для-тебя, (here we had a little joy for me and for you)"

The melody at the end goes back to the beginning, melodious and long, like a beautiful ballad. A smile appeared on Volonov's face: no matter what, he and his music had the most unique finish. Who is singing to death on this battlefield? I'm afraid there will only be myself, both in the past and in the future.

It doesn't seem like it should be an option for a normal person. But from the moment he brought the accordion to the battlefield along with the PF light machine gun, Volonov had already made up his mind not to be a normal person. Music and freedom, the two things he longed for most in his life. If you can't get the latter, at least, you can die with the former.

Ah, that's wrong. Alexey, his friend, if he had been on his deathbed, would have sung the song that his father had taught him about the three sets of cars. But it's different, his music contains fetters, but what Volonov has is just music.

The bullets of the Arabs penetrated Volonov's body, and he fell to the ground. Miraculously, the accordion did not break, but it was broken by one foot. The big lizard pounced again, and it seemed that the captain's flesh had not fed it.

"Любимая-моя, любимая-моя.

At the last moment of his life, with the fading melody in the headphones, Volonov finished his singing.

There seemed to be applause from inside the headphones. Whose is it?

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A boring life often forces people to do interesting things. Even if it's just to show off your differences, it's a much more interesting way to die than being shot to death, at least that's what observers think.

So, he paid his respects to the music teacher with applause that the other party could not hear.

"Whew...... At this time, I don't know what happens on the non-observer's side...... I don't want to see a bad show. ”

He bowed his head and muttered a few more words to himself, and the observer wiped the smile from the corner of his mouth.