A chaotic burst of gunfire rang out, accompanied by the miserable shouts of countless people. She kicked the door open, then pointed her gun straight ahead, then looked to the left and right, the iron-black muzzle slowly lowered in the safe environment. She looked around, closing the door and locking it with the lock that had fallen on the floor.

In a white crib, a baby is sending out an instinctive plea for help around him, slapping the bed handle meaninglessly, his delicate little hands slapping on the wooden board that is hard for him, and crying loudly, announcing to the world the powerlessness of a life.

The iron-black muzzle of the gun slowly lowered, and then he slung it cross-body, walked over gently, pulled the stool to his side and sat down, the quaint stool was covered with dust and debris, and even dirt.

The calloused hand gently shook the crib, took a few steps closer, stopped shaking, and touched the baby's delicate skin with his weathered hand, only to see him stretch out his little hand dependently, always trying to grab my hand, but in the end, the baby is still a baby, he has not yet had a good start, but has experienced a war-torn country, I sympathize with them.

Continuing to shake the stroller, I saw the baby grinning and showing a warm smile, and the wind was not cold, this kind of short time on the battlefield, good memories.

"Don't be afraid... Mom in... Mommy in ...... Let's sleep......" The gentle drizzle accompanied by the breeze allows the baby to sleep with peace of mind. After getting up, she straightened the weapon she was carrying crossbody, looked at the baby, and waved goodbye.

Walking down the hallway, over the jungle, she kept walking, walking, as if she had forgotten how many times she had exchanged fire with the enemy, all she wanted was to be together, and then lay down in bed and sleep well, still thinking, she yawned and continued down the road. With a long no-man's land, no water, food and vehicles, she could barely reach the PLA camp alive, and the only way was to take the people's car. The warplanes that pierced the night sky swore to the earth its ghostly presence, and the dilapidated wooden houses still stood in the middle of the no-man's land.

She quickened her pace, but there was a dull pain in the soles of her feet from time to time, and the subtle pain had a feeling that she couldn't put into words, and she didn't pay attention to it, but continued to move on.

The assault rifle carried cross-body behind him seemed to be a wake-up call to those who were preparing or planning to sneak attack. "I have a gun in my hand......" It has been nearly two weeks since the end of the evacuation operation, and the long-term malaise has given the little white pigeon time to think about a lot of things, and to vent the long-standing pressure and troubles in his heart. The agile figure in the night sky, the moonlight shining on her beautiful face all the time, even if not so perfect, can be called a rose on the battlefield.

I think the best word to describe a female soldier is roses, roses, which reveal a charming fragrance all the time, but if someone wants to get close to the bush to hurt the flowers inside, she will show her barbs.

Maybe we are always thinking about a question, where should we go, but the little white dove interprets where we should go, maybe we can stand on a lonely island on the mountain, you can look into the distance, the distance is the sea, then the end of the sea is the end, but also the beginning.

Walking around casually without clue and logic, without any guidance for the continued development of the story, it is as if the little white pigeon has fallen into a chaotic environment, and I, just like her.

Maybe one day we will meet after all, and I will take her to write this story from beginning to end.

She continued to move forward cluelessly, composing a forward movement in the night, the cold gun behind her was terrifying, scary, but it gave the little white pigeon a sense of security, she seemed to feel that this was her lover, partner and relative, the only "person" who could be trusted in this predicament

Gently, walking through this no-man's land, she drank the last drop of water, ate the last grain of rice, and carried it with perseverance after a three-day journey. She tore off the flag on her shoulder, stood there and looked at it, how dazzling the star was, she raised the flag above her head, under the dark night sky, there were stars leading her forward, the light emitted by this star was like a huge sun, under a red flag, that was where she was standing-

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She kissed the flag lightly, then quickly pressed it back to her shoulder, carrying "People's Libe" on her gear

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In her opinion, far more important than life, in the dark and uninhabited land, these two things gave her confidence, courage and hope, the five stars pointed out, all ahead, the red flag fluttering, ambition in the distance.

She continued to run, and under the back of the fading away, there was a vast sea of stars, and the blood red in the sea of stars was full of vitality under a sharp sword. She smiled, but still kept a serious posture, she took a step and kept going, alone, with a gun, maybe to the last battlefield, maybe to death, maybe to the peaceful homeland.

But she never forgot the oath under the military flag, and the place where she stood under the sun was the motherland......

It was late at night, and she was still moving on......

She looked around, the sadness reflected after a battle, she couldn't look at it anymore, but continued to hurry without looking back, she carried a gun, very much like the confused and ignorant self in the recruit company, more like a person.

Her old squad leader, as if the old squad leader was behind her, but as soon as she turned around, she disappeared, and the old squad leader was behind her, always giving companionship and support, and a few words of complaint and guidance from time to time. Under the starry sky, she seems to be no longer alone.

She shook her head, she remembered that she had come to that place to get rid of the enemy, and then because of the past, she had collapsed...... Time, 2032, February 1, that ......

A hopeless sunset, and her purpose is to return home......

Spring was slowly approaching, approaching the barren land, trying to wake up the paralyzed crowd with the spring breeze, the little white dove continued to walk, and the warplanes whistling in the sky disappeared in the blink of an eye. She looked at the sky, a meteor shower of rockets flying towards the enemy's position, a deafening explosion sounded not far ahead, she held the gun cross-legged behind her back in her hand, and then hid in the trench of the road, placing the gun flat in front of her, holding her breath.

Suddenly, a crackling sound suddenly sounded all around, as if an endless ** was launched into the air, completely illuminating the dark night sky, and the completely confused little white dove turned over with difficulty and lay in the trench.

Before she could stay quiet for two minutes, a burst of dust raised by the main battle tank made her face, and a deafening roar was accompanied by an explosion, and the flames raised completely illuminated the no-man's land.

The cannon shot ** whistled over her head, and then, there was an overwhelming gust of sand mixed with the wind blowing to the trench, and in an instant, the little white pigeon's ears were buzzing, she quickly held the gun, held her breath, and by the way, turned on the automatic mode, she looked nervously ahead, and watched the cannon fire ** or the shell whistling over her head, and then, it was such a fiery scene.

Collision ...... from steel The wild sand danced wantonly on the plains, as if forming a series of war walls, like natural barriers in this plain.

"The flames of war will burn at any time......" She hid in the narrow trench, not daring to make a sound, nor daring to gasp loudly, she just lay quietly inside, looking at the "meteor shower" and feeling the "blazing flames" and the "cordial greetings" from a foreign country She clamped her legs, leaving herself as much space as possible to move, until the flames of war slowly dissipated, she quietly breathed for a while. The two slender thighs suddenly did not know where to place, began to twist restlessly, the military boots collided on the earth wall, making an obvious sound, it was too crowded here, causing the little white pigeon to have a short chest tightness, and the lonely war finally couldn't help but poke her head out, she looked around smartly, her jewel-like eyes blinked like stars, and slowly began to adjust her posture, looking out in the trench in a half-squatting position, she picked up the gun, first quickly picked up and used her own *** quasi-scan around, and then lowered the muzzle of the gun, and slowly stood up in the trench, Instinctively, he walked out of the trench, first raised the muzzle of his gun and looked around again, then quickly turned around......

The wreckage of a main battle tank was behind him, lifeless, the fire was still burning in the car, and puffs of black smoke drifted unhurriedly into the air.

"Touching ......"