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Sun Boy walked very slowly, and when he took a step, he struggled to look at these strange special forces soldiers, and his clear eyes showed innocence and curiosity. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is really a very ordinary little boy, no different from any boy of the same age, his skin is dark, his eyes are small, his hair is slightly curly, and he has the typical appearance of a tropical race.

The little boy walked slowly, like a frightened fawn, with a curious gaze, slowly approaching step by step.

Geng Zhijun was smiling happily with Ye Huan.

They are entitled to laugh at the fact that the meagre strength of 11 people has gone so far as to wipe out the drug dens guarded by hundreds of militants, destroy dozens of acres of opium poppies, and destroy tons of opium and heroin.

As for running away from Hongba, everyone doesn't mind much, the Golden Triangle is a place that advocates strength, most of Hongba's men were killed and wounded, he himself fled in panic, I'm afraid no one will buy the golden sign of the legendary Menggu general in the future, the old general fell, the new general stood up, the Golden Triangle is a luàn world, and there are naturally many more powerful people who come out to take over Hongba's territory, and when Hongba is arrogant, he must have formed a lot of deep hatred in the Golden Triangle, and it is obvious that the generals of the Golden Triangle are not very noble." Ide complained, "I definitely won't do this kind of stupid thing, it's more in line with their values to fall into the well, and even if Humba escapes, it's still unknown whether he can survive the endless pursuit."

"Commissar, I shouldn't have run away from my lieutenant rank this time, right?" Ye Huan laughed loudly, crossed his fingers and calculated, he found that in this jungle operation, his own contribution was the greatest, from predicting the ambush in advance, insisting on dividing the troops, so that the entire squad was saved from the fate of the whole army, and then when he found out that the situation was not right, he immediately chose to act by himself and controlled the situation.

Geng Zhijun immediately smiled when he heard this, and said with a straight face: "The military region will naturally give you the corresponding honor if you have made meritorious contributions, but whether you will be awarded the rank of lieutenant or not, it is up to the military region to decide." ”

Ye Huan heard that the meaning of this was wrong, and said hurriedly: "Isn't it a certainty to be promoted to lieutenant?" ”

"No, you have been promoted to a first-class non-commissioned officer in less than two months after joining the army, which is already a rare exception in the military region, the epaulettes of a first-class non-commissioned officer have not been worn for a few days, and you want to be promoted to lieutenant, do you think that the army is opened by your family? It's not that fast to ride a rocket. ”

Ye Huan was stunned for a moment and said, "Can ...... But Shen Lao Wu said......"

Geng Zhijun's eyes widened.

Ye Huan immediately changed his words: "Commander Shen said that as long as I make meritorious contributions to the country, he will not hesitate to merit medals and the army."

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Geng Zhijun didn't speak, his eyes were full of sympathy when he looked at Ye Huan, and Ye Huan actually understood his eyes: "Your eyes tell me that I was trapped"

Geng Zhijun rolled his eyes: "I didn't say that." ”

Ye Huan was full of emotion for a while, he suddenly felt that he was not qualified to laugh at those stupid people who were cheated of money, others were deceived at most to break their money, but he was deceived stupidly to run thousands of miles to sell his life, and he was sold in a mess.

"Political commissar, are you familiar with Shen Laowu? Do you know which way his children go to school? ”

Geng Zhijun frowned and looked at him: "Why are you asking this?" ”

"I want to go back and tie up his children and throw them in the well."

The rest of the team members were cleaning up the battlefield and gathering the mountain people, Geng Zhijun stared at the soldiers working, and chatted with Ye Huan without saying a word.

That's when the little boy came over.

Geng Zhijun, who completed the task, was in a good mood at the moment, and was misled by false intelligence in the ambush, eleven people were able to retreat with their whole bodies, and they made a detour to the jungle for hundreds of miles, and the surprise soldiers took Hongba's lair, and after going back, at least a second-class merit would not be able to run, and if you were lucky, you might be able to add a silver bean to your shoulder, and it would not be necessary to be promoted to colonel.

In a happy mood, Geng Zhijun's gaze also softened, and everything he saw was pleasing to the eye.

Inadvertently turned his head to glance, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a thin figure less than two meters away from him.

Geng Zhijun subconsciously put his hand back to his waist, held the cold handle of the pistol behind his waist, and then looked at the past sharply, but saw that the other party was just a teenage boy, looking at him timidly with his bare body.

Geng Zhijun was stunned for a moment, his expression only hesitated for a second, and then he let go of the hand holding the handle of the gun, and even smiled gently and kindly at the little boy on his face.

The little boy also smiled at him, and his smile was very innocent, as if the most innocent and pure things in the world were contained in his smile, which made people feel countless good feelings in their hearts.

Ye Huan also stood aside with his arms crossed and smiled at this harmonious and warm scene, the soldier and the child both looked at each other, on one side on behalf of blood and killing, on the other hand on the purity and kindness, the two extreme products appeared in the same picture, what a surreal scene, if a photographer took this picture, it is simply an excellent material for the Pulitzer Prize for Photojournalism...

Adults smile gently, children smile innocently, and the two extremes of the world bloom the most beautiful smiles at each other.

After smiling at each other for a few seconds, the child's smile gradually changed, although he was still smiling like a huā, but gradually became as strange as a poppy huā, and the pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank into the tip of a needle.

The accident caught people off guard, a distance of one meter, the child suddenly reached behind his waist with his backhand, and when his hand stretched out again, there was already a bright dagger, and the childish and innocent little face changed instantly. It was terrifying, a cold light flashed like lightning, so fast that it didn't even have time to blink, the light was gone, and when he looked at it again, the dagger had been deeply pierced into Geng Zhijun's left heart, and only one of the hilts trembled slightly.

Everyone was stunned.

Ye Huan opened his eyes, feeling that his thoughts were already blank, and the cold and snow-white sword light just now kept coming to his mind, as fast as chasing the passing light yin "Political commissar!" The special combat team members screamed in grief, and rushed forward one after another, supporting Geng Zhijun's swaying body.

Ye Huan was full of spirits, and then the first action was to kick the little boy on the heel, and then pull the bolt, and the muzzle of the black dongdong pointed at the child's head.

"My day your mother! Raised by a son of a bitch, dare to play yin? It's boring, isn't it? Ye Huan's eyes were bloodshot, and he was as manic as a madman, and his fingers immediately pulled the trigger, and he was about to shoot him to death.

The little boy was kicked by Ye Huan, lying on the ground at the moment, coughing with difficulty, seeing that the dagger had already entered Geng Zhijun's heart, 1 The little boy suddenly let out a demonic smile, and he could no longer see any traces of innocence on his face, the little boy at this time looked like a crazy and perverted killer, and he felt a heartfelt spiritual satisfaction when he saw others die at his hands.

No one could have imagined how a teenager could have such a shuddering smile on his face.

"Ye Yehuan, stop... That's it, forget it, I'll admit it. Geng Zhijun weakly stopped Ye Huan from killing him.

Ye Huan trembled, hesitated, finally let go of the finger holding the trigger, turned around and squatted in front of Geng Zhijun, looking at the dagger in his mouth, the half-foot-long blade was already stalkless, I don't know if the little boy was unintentional or trained to kill, the position of the dagger was very accurate, it happened to be stabbed in the middle of the heart, even Ye Huan himself couldn't stab such a beautiful and neat knife.

Ye Huan's heart sank in vain.

The dagger chā is in this position, and it is so deep, I am afraid that Geng Zhijun's hope of survival is very slim.

Tears poured out of his eyes involuntarily, and Ye Huan squatted in front of him and cried: "Political commissar,... You're stupid! You're also a veteran of a hundred battles, why don't you even have this vigilance? The seven-foot-tall man was put down by a child......"

Geng Zhijun fell softly in the arms of his comrades-in-arms, the blood on his face was quickly gone, his face instantly turned pale, and at the hilt of the knife, the red blood gushed out like a spring, and the comrades-in-arms were in tears, holding his mouth with their hands, trying in vain to stop the blood outflow, but all the rescue actions were so futile.

The pupils in Geng Zhijun's eyes dilated and shrank rapidly, and so on, his breath became heavy, and he sighed weakly: "Careless, this time I really forgot that this is the Golden Triangle, it is our battlefield, there is no mercy and kindness on the battlefield, careless, careless."

Ye Huan hung his head and let the tears flow: "You shouldn't be careless!" You're not a rookie egg, how could you make such a mistake? ”

Geng Zhijun's gaze gradually drifted, but he still stared at the little boy lying on the ground in front of him, his expression was neither angry nor resentful, but he let out an incomprehensible smile: "My heart is soft, I am soft-hearted, when I see him, I can't help but think of my three-year-old son, my heart is soft, and I can't be vigilant." ”

Wei An's body trembled, Geng Zhijun suddenly coughed up pieces of blood in his mouth, and his face became more and more gray and white.

"Commissar, cheer up! We're going to call it a helicopter and we're going to get you to the hospital."

Ye Huan choked and couldn't help himself, and the comrades-in-arms beside him had already cried loudly.

Geng Zhijun shook his head and said with a weak smile: "Don't, don't comfort me, this knife is so professional, the gods can't save it, it's a difficult thing for the ages, it's just a death, where is the victory without sacrifice?" ”

There was already a hazy light and shadow in front of him, Geng Zhijun's eyes became more and more distracted, and when he was dying, his face was full of reluctance and guilt.

"Wife, wife...... And the son ......, alas! ”

"Political commissar, don't worry, sister-in-law and your son will help you take care of it, and never let the mother and son suffer any grievances in their lives, I swear!" Ye Huan cried and held Geng Zhijun's increasingly cold hand tightly.

Geng Zhijun nodded with difficulty: "Thank you, please, please."

Trying to prop up his upper body, he seemed to want to die like a dignified soldier, his scattered eyes stared straight at the little boy lying a few meters in front of him, for a long time, Geng Zhijun sighed: "Child...... It's just a kid......"

Sighing, Geng Zhijun's body suddenly trembled violently, and large strands of blood continued to gush out of his mouth, and after a few spasms, he died of exhaustion.

The comrades-in-arms suddenly cried in mourning, but Ye Huan knelt in front of Geng Zhijun's body in a daze, his expression was blank, and he was silent for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, a murderous intent flashed in Ye Huan's eyes, and with a skillful pull of the bolt with his left hand, he took two steps forward to resist the little boy's eyebrows.

"Ye Huan! Stop! The wolf reached out and grabbed the cold barrel of the gun, glaring at him with tears: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Blood debt and blood payment!" Ye Huan burst out four words from between his teeth.

"You're killing civilians!" The wolf glared at him word by word.

"Don't you have eyes? This civilian has just killed the commissar, can he be considered a civilian? The one with the weapon in his hand is the enemy! Ye Huan shouted wildly.

The wolf roared violently: "The commissar said before leaving, he is just a child!" ”

Ye Huan was stunned, and the strong sense of contradiction made him struggle violently in his heart, tormented, and his heart was chou, as painful as being stabbed.

The two confronted each other for a long time, and Ye Huan finally turned around, knelt in front of Geng Zhijun's body and cried.

"Commissar, you died unjustly! I can't even revenge the twelve comrades-in-arms, the coyote is dead, you are also dead, how can we go back to see the coyote's parents and how to see your wife and son, I don't have a face to see it! I don't have a face to see it......"

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The gunship slowly lifted off into the air with a huge wind.

Ye Huan sat in the cabin with the gun in his arms, his eyes staring at the helicopter getting smaller and smaller

The crowd and the houses showed a deep pathos in their eyes.

Finally, the little boy was spared, and the comrades-in-arms did not even take any retaliation against those mountain people, but silently carried the body of the political commissar onto the helicopter and left quietly.

Right or wrong, is it the benevolence of the fu people or the conscience that has not yet been extinguished in the human xing?

Ye Huan himself didn't know, he only felt very tired, unprecedentedly tired, he really wanted to close his eyes and just lie down and sleep hard, maybe when he woke up and opened his eyes, everything had not changed, he was still on the broken chuáng of the old building in Ninghai, and Qiao Mu did not leave, with a gentle and demure smile, he gently called his name, and called him up for breakfast The so-called Blue Sword Special Brigade, He Ping, Geng Zhijun, many comrades-in-arms, and the Shura Field Massacre woven with firelight and gunfire were all a dream, and I woke up from a dream, He is still the same as before, living a poor life, but there is no sorrow, no trouble, hardship, hardship, but not pain, not so many liver and intestines, and there is no unforgettable parting of life and death......

How good it is to live, and how much it has never lost

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Tears flowed down Ye Huan's face slowly, pain is not up to people's choice, it comes as it comes, fate is to accept these irreparable sorrows, laughing, crying, pain is pain, it has been deeply imprinted in life since it appeared, as if it was forcibly branded on the tip of the heart, and it can't be forgotten.

Shè Wolf's hand put on his shoulder, pointed to a lush green sè below the plane, and choked up: "Ye Huan, do you see it?" This is the jungle, the real jungle. ”

"The political commissar once said that the best destination for a soldier is to be hit by the last bullet in the last battle, and the political commissar really walked on this destination."

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The helicopter flew all the way to the Junzai Airport of the Southwest Military Region, and everyone carried Geng Zhijun's body and got off the plane with a sad expression.

The other two teams who came back first greeted him at the airport, and when He Ping saw Geng Zhijun's body, his expression seemed to be a little wooden, and he mechanically reached out to lift the white cloth covering the body, and looked at his peaceful face carefully, He Ping's eyes suddenly turned red, and he tried his best to hold back, and even his facial expression was no different from usual.

"The crockpot will not be broken from Inoue, and the general will inevitably die before the battle, and we will finally separate." He Ping's eyes were red, staring at Geng Zhijun's body and muttering to himself.

More than 30 people lined up in a neat queue, quietly watching Geng Zhijun's body, choking one after another.

Still staring at Geng Zhijun attentively, He Ping didn't reply: "How did Old Geng die?" ”

The tone was calm, but it seemed like a storm was brewing.

The shè wolf stepped forward, snapped to the ground, and said with tears in his eyes: "When I was cleaning the battlefield, I was stabbed to death by a child with a dagger.

"Revenge?"

"Nope."

He Ping's eyes froze, he turned around quickly, and slapped the wolf with a loud slap, Yin Sensen said, "What are you holding a burning stick in your hand?" ”

Shè Wolf was slapped in the face, and the tears still flowed: "Report to the captain, the political commissar said before leaving, it's just a child." ”

He Ping paused, and then sighed: "It has always been this benevolent Xingzi, and he has not changed until he died." Reaching out to touch Geng Zhijun's already stiff face, tears burst into He Ping's eyes, and he muttered: "Old man, you walked simply, leaving me with a problem, how can I tell your parents and wife?" How can you have the face to see them? Your son lost his father when he was only three years old, who will teach him to raise him in the future? Old man, you're not righteous......"

In the calm words, there was deep sorrow, I don't know who couldn't control it, wow cried loudly, the cry infected everyone, and Geng Zhijun's body suddenly cried in mourning.

He Ping blinked vigorously, held back the tears that were about to well-up in his eyes, took a deep breath, stood up straight, and shouted in a deep voice: "All of them!" Attention! Farewell to our commissars, salute! More than thirty hands raised their eyebrows to pay their last salute to this ordinary and great soldier.

Heroes are gone, but heroes live forever!

That night, all the special combat team members stayed in the barracks of the Southwest Military Region to rest, and Ye Huan lay on the hardboard chuáng with his hands on his head, and his tears never stopped.

On the cào field outside the quiet barracks, there was a faint cry of grief, it was He Ping's cry.

took off the pretense majesty of the day, and He Ping cried like a child at this time! .