Chapter 87: A Woman with a Story
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A stone house stands in the mountains, with green mountains and green waters as neighbors.
A bridge that draws the line between China and its neighbors.
There lived a woman in the stone room, and pots and pans were the most extravagant things in the house.
The bed and table, all made of stone, were rough but angular.
In the corner of the room was a bag of noodles, a bag of rice, and a bucket of oil.
Every once in a while, local border guards and the Civil Affairs Bureau would come up to the mountains to see if the woman needed anything to buy.
Camouflage cloth hangs on the stone walls, like a makeshift barracks.
There are dozens of photos hanging on the walls, and each one has an unforgettable story.
Women patrol the mountains every day and set foot in the borders of neighboring countries every day.
A large river flows rapidly from the territory of China into neighboring countries and into the sea.
It is common to see women shuttling between the two countries, and the soldiers of neighboring countries have long been accustomed to the presence of women.
Whenever a woman is seen, whether it is a border guard or a neighboring national guard, he salutes her.
A woman's cold face has never been without a smile, and her sharp eyes can always reveal an elusive cold light.
She's a person with a story.
A team of 12 border guards came back from changing guards, but did not return to the station, and went directly to the mountain with their equipment.
There were warriors with pure water in their hands, and there were warriors with candles in their hands.
"Captain, I've known her for so long, why haven't I seen her smile?"
Liu Yunfeng carried a bag of coarse grains and ate more coarse grains, especially in such difficult conditions.
Captain Ma Mingliang frowned, "Perhaps, she has a knot in her heart that she can't untie - it's almost there - don't talk too much-"
Twelve people walked over, and Ma Mingliang knocked on the door, "Is anyone there?" ”
The woman opened the door, saw the camouflage uniform on the border guard, and wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything.
The woman took a step back and let the border guards into the house.
Entering the room, several people were stunned.
The blood-red blood wolf special forces six large characters are printed on the wall.
The last time they came, they didn't have those words.
Special forces, a sharp blade hidden in the snow, a place where countless soldiers are gathered.
The photo hanging on the wall is a photo of a woman wearing a camouflage uniform and holding a gun, with a handsome man.
In the background is the Blood Wolf Special Forces Training Base.
Ma Mingliang suddenly understood the reason why she couldn't laugh.
"Put things there—"
The woman pointed to the corner and spoke.
The warriors put down their things and turned to leave the stone house.
The woman closed the door, crouched down in the corner alone, and wept bitterly.
Lightning - Why can't I find you -
Tell me where you are--I'll go to you--Don't leave me alone--Don't leave me behind--
Wandering between the places of the mission countless times, the woman once took a bamboo raft and inspected the turbulent rivers and seas over and over again.
Bodies have also been recovered, but not by lightning.
The surrounding mountains are densely forested, and there are even a few primeval forests, which are often infested with wild animals.
She had dabbled in all the places where lightning could go, entered the mountains, and did not come out for a week.
On some of the densely forested hills, there are still rotting corpses of the skeleton legions.
Scattered all over the mountains, the most seen are dead people's skulls.
The woman believed that Lightning was not dead, and that no one could kill Lightning -
He is the captain of the Blood Wolf Special Forces, and he is the only designated special forces instructor of the Ringing Arrow Special Forces.
And that's not all.
He is also a special instructor of the world-renowned special forces training center.
Since the establishment of the International Special Forces Hunter School, it has only been a foreign special instructor.
Lightning-Don't play anymore, okay--I miss you so much--My brothers miss you so much-
The woman cried hoarsely, cried with a face, picked up the jungle knife beside her, and entered the mountains again-
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Long Fei was holding a photo in his hand, he was in the barracks, but his heart was on Ye Hui.
Aunt Leng got drunk again and again, and she was not in a good mood.
I really want to confirm whether Ye Hui is Aunt Leng's child, if so, it's okay to say.
But if not, it is equivalent to causing secondary damage to Aunt Leng.
In an antique bookstore, an old man wears reading glasses and flips through a military magazine.
"Grandpa, there's something I want to tell you—"
The person who spoke was none other than Song Qiuming.
Song Wenyao put down the magazine, took off his glasses, "Say-"
The son and son are not useful, and the grandson is not useful, one is greedy and only recognizes money, and the other only recognizes play.
"That Ye Hui of the Ye family, do you know?"
Song Wenyao frowned, he had been a little unhappy with the Ye family recently, and he was reluctant to mention more about the Ye family.
But since Sun Tzu asked, it doesn't hurt to listen.
"The lightning missing in the A2 mission, you don't study politics and military, how can you study the dead?"
Song Wenyao's old face turned purple, and he was so angry that he wanted to slap him.
Song Qiuming had a mysterious smile on his face, "He may still be alive-"
Song Wenyao was stunned, his name was on the Wall of Honor, and he was still alive? !
"Get out of here—"
"Grandpa-there is really someone who is very similar to Ye Hui-"
"Really?"
Song Wenyao asked suspiciously.
Song Qiuming nodded, "It may be true, I have a photo of him-"
After speaking, he handed over a photo.
Song Wenyao put on reading glasses and looked at the photo carefully.
"I thought he was dead, but I didn't think he was alive—"
"You go out—"
Song Wenyao stared at the photo for a long time, if the person in the photo was lightning, he could conclude that Ye Hui was a deserter.
At that time, the first military position should be replaced.
Ye Hongyi, Ye Hongyi, being the first in your life, you definitely don't know what it's like to be the second in a thousand years.
Gao Fei was in a worried mood and wandered in the corridor for a long time, whether he should ask the commander about the Blood Wolf Special Forces, and he was very conflicted.
In any case, as a soldier under the lightning and an instructor of the Blood Wolf Special Forces, it should not be a violation to ask about the situation of the old troops.
After hesitating for a long time, Gao Fei didn't think about advancing or retreating.
"Come in—what?"
A deep, powerful voice came from inside the room.
Although the old man is old, he has good ears.
Gao Fei was shocked, pushed open the door hard, walked in and stood up and saluted, "Commander-"
Ye Hongyi held the tea bowl and blew the tea stick, "Gao Fei, what kind of medicine is sold in your kid's gourd?" Lingering at my door for a long time, what do you want to do? ”
Gao Fei's face was dark, the old man fought the national war, it was really crawling out of the pile of dead people, and he was very accurate in looking at people.
It's over, I can't hide from it.
Gao Fei took a sharp breath, "Commander, I want to know something about the old troops-"
Ye Hongyi nodded and smiled.
"Oh, hehe, you want to know about the old troops, you can just come in and ask--you can use the corridor for a long time--you use yourself as a steamroller-"
Gao Fei touched his head, it seems that the information of the blood wolf special forces has been declassified, and he can see the happy expression of the commander that there is a play.