"No one was born to carry a gun, Gao Changgong has killed devils and shed blood, and he has done his duty, he doesn't owe anyone." Ma Chenglong turned around and left after speaking, and the lame five on the side were so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks there, but was immediately dragged away by Liu Mazi.

"Whoever dares not owes anyone, this is the fucking life!" Chen Yueyang roared, his face was particularly ugly.

If it is said that Songshan is a hard bone that cannot be chewed or swallowed, then the main peak is undoubtedly the most difficult part of this bone. Today, although the rolling dragon slope has been conquered, the big pass and the high ground have been conquered, but the main peak of Songshan has always been impregnable, the troops of the 3rd Rong Regiment have taken turns to attack, and the soldiers have suffered countless casualties, which cannot be described by the word heavy.

More than eighty percent of the brothers in the 3rd battalion have participated in the battle, and there is not a single person who can survive to this day without being injured, and not a single one has not broken through the ghost gate and returned. The defenders of the main peak relied on the strong bunker and condescending, and they had already let the corpses of the national army on the mountain pile up, and sometimes a new round of offensive had not yet been launched, and the brothers under the mountain smelled the strong smell of corpses, and they no longer had the fighting spirit at all. In their eyes, the sub-highlands have become a real death zone.

When the war is fought to this extent, it will naturally be regarded as a great test of people's will and confidence. Gao Changgong is the first deserter from the 3rd Battalion, although he is a seconded soldier, but he has not had time to return to the formation, but Chen Yueyang knows better than anyone that if he does not kill a hundred at this time, the 3rd Battalion may not have a second or third deserter in the future.......

Although he believed in his soldiers and these old subordinates who had followed him for many years, he believed even more that under the pressure of life and death, human nature seemed worthless at this time.

When the bearded American reporter found Ma Chenglong, it was already late, and the wounded lying could be seen everywhere on the positions of the national army, and some tents had become temporary operating rooms.

Seeing that the brothers of the 3rd Battalion came to look for him with a big furry man, Ma Chenglong, who was wiping his gun, was still a little inexplicable. The bearded American reporter grabbed a step, stretched out his hand, and stumbled in Chinese, "Hello Mr. Ma." I don't know if you remember me? I've taken pictures of your Black Jungle Task Force. ”

Ma Chenglong really couldn't associate the big man with the knotted hair in front of him with the photojournalist in his memory, so he was stunned and said: "I think about it, you're okay!" ”

"I just came over from the Second Pre-Regiment, and I saw your brother Han... Han Shigui and Shandong. ”

"How are they?" Hearing the fluffy Yankee in front of him mention the old nobles, Ma Chenglong walked up excitedly.

"They're good, you don't have to worry about them."

"What are you doing here?" Ma Chenglong is inexplicable.

"Work!" The American reporter held up his camera and said, "It would be a pity that we war correspondents did not come to such a crucial battlefield in Matsuyama." ”

Ma Chenglong nodded, patted the open space next to him and motioned for him to sit down, "You are very hardworking!" ”

"It's my job and it's my calling." The American reporter slowly sat down with his bear-like body and lit a camel cigarette, "This is nothing, you are worthy of respect." ”

Ma Chenglong noticed that his movements were a little stiff, and asked casually, "Are you injured?" ”

"Yes, it's just a minor injury, not a good one...... I'm fine, thank you for your kindness, but this is the most dangerous place in all of Matsuyama, and I hope you can get out of here. ”

"What dangers are you afraid of when you are a soldier, if you want to live a long life, you won't be able to carry a gun." Ma Chenglong replied lightly.

"In response to the sub-highlands, your headquarters seems to be planning a blasting operation, and the plan has been finalized, and the plane has brought more than ten tons**. As the main attacking force, I am afraid that you will suffer some unnecessary losses at that time. ”

"That's not something I worry about."

"Well, can you do me a favor?" Ma Chenglong stopped the American reporter who was about to stand up and leave.

Gao Changgong was pushed to the edge of the cliff with his back tied, and the moment before he was about to be shot, the sudden appearance of a bearded American reporter made the soldiers scramble. Finally got rid of the plague god who was holding a camera and filmed indiscriminately, but a few turned around to find that Gao Changgong was gone, and the two brothers who were guarding with guns fell to the ground, and they had been knocked unconscious with heavy hands.

Half an hour later, on the dark and damp bank of the Nu River, Gao Changgong knelt straight and cried. A few familiar figures were disappearing on the path back to Matsuyama, without looking back.

"Live well." These were the last words his brothers had to say to him.

......

"Let's have one." Liu Mazi curled up under the dirt slope, holding a cigarette case.

Ma Chenglong glared at him, and the old man retracted his hand stupidly for a long time, "I know that you gave me this cigarette, if you don't smoke it, don't smoke it, lame, come to it at all!" ”

"I don't want it." The lame dog smiled innocently.

Someone from the 3rd battalion next to him couldn't help but stretch out his hand to Liu Mazi, but he slapped him back, "Go and go, this pack of American cigarettes that you sold back with all your life, you should be honest, I won't be willing to give it to you!" ”

The cigarette belonged to the bearded American reporter, and Ma Chenglong was the one who was really honest and unpolite, knowing that Liu Mazi was smoking, he pulled the whole box of camel cigarettes out of the American reporter's pocket. Gao Changgong has been gone for several days, but this box of cigarettes is still there, Liu Mazi is reluctant to move, he will only come to one when he is ruthless, usually he opens the cigarette box and smells the smell of tobacco, and sometimes he rolls a big cigarette and has a good time.

"How did you change sex today?" Ma Chenglong asked him casually, and pressed the bullets into the magazine one by one.

"If you don't finish drawing, I'm afraid that it will be wasted later, and there will be no chance to smoke." Liu Mazi squinted his eyes and struck the match, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, and it took a long time to slowly spit out the green mist and grinned, "Hey, this cigarette is really fucking strong, Lao Tzu's life is a great blessing!" ”

Ma Chenglong and Cripple Wu glanced at each other, and they both saw a smile in each other's eyes.

Saving people is not an easy decision, that day Lao Luo Guo knew that Gao Changgong escaped and was arrested, he ran in a panic and asked what to do with the lame five, who is the lame five, of course the lame five didn't know what to do. The two of them stared at each other, eager to knock their heads out to find an idea, and read over and over again: "I didn't see that he was going to run, and he didn't tell any of us, why did he run away all of a sudden?" Liu Mazi squatted next to him and rolled a cigarette expressionlessly, until he was really impatient to listen, and then said coldly: "If you really run, I will tell you, Brother Ma is going to find the surname Chen again, wait!" ”