Tang Lang held a flashlight in his mouth, carefully scraped a layer of floating soil on the ground with his beloved tiger tooth saber, and slowly, a dark green piece of metal was exposed, he pushed away the soil around him, reached out his hand, took it out with the lightest movement, skillfully unscrewed the bolts, lifted the cover, removed the detonator, and put it aside.

The tiger tooth saber has lost its sharpness and sharpness in the past, and it is dusty, similar to the sickle placed aside. Just like his master, he was dressed in a camouflage uniform with many patches, and his face was covered in wind and frost.

I'm afraid that those comrades-in-arms who worked hard to keep Tang Lang but could only look at the resolute departure, and see that the fifth-level sergeant who was once the first in the comprehensive military skills of a single soldier in the Northwest Military Region, and who was high-spirited and had a sunny face, became like this, they would cry!

But Tang Lang had a satisfied smile on his face.

At this time, there were already five detonators lined up by his side.

This is the harvest of most of his day today.

"Type 58 anti-infantry mines, Soviet-made, pressed-hair, metal shells, are estimated to be fifty years old." Tang Lang took out a ball of rice balls that were already a little rancid from the burden around him, ate them in two bites, lit a cigarette, and through the light blue smoke, his eyes squinted at the distant mountains, and his gray face was full of determination. "If you work hard for a while, you won't be able to sleep on the mountain at night."

This is the third year that Tang Lang has chosen to retire from the army and return to his hometown.

His home is in a small mountain village on the southwestern border of China. There is a large area of subtropical rainforest with mountains and beautiful surroundings, but few outsiders come here except for locals who are reluctant to leave their homeland.

At the end of the last century, the Republic taught the bandits a lesson in the lands further south, and a years-long tug-of-war began here.

After the war, the mountains and rivers remained, and the rainforest regained its beauty, but it also left behind terrible hidden dangers---- densely packed with mines.

The mines are like life, they always explode when you are most unprepared, take a leg or another life, and over time, all the young people in the village who can leave are gone.

Tang Lang benefited from his father, who had joined the army, and when he was 16 years old, he participated in the recruitment and left, leaving the familiar jungle and going to the westernmost Gobi Desert. The army is a melting pot, and ten years of desert wind and frost is enough to build a 16-year-old boy into a tenacious defender of the republic.

Tang Lang never thought that one day, he would choose to take off the piece of olive green he loved so much.

Wear olive green because father;

Take off, also because of him.

In the impression of Tang Lang when his father was a child, he was actually not good, he was an alcoholic, and when he was drunk, he beat Tang Lang's mother, until his mother left due to serious illness, he became a bachelor completely, and when he was drunk, he could only lean on the side of the bed and mumble to himself.

When he was sober, it should be Tang Lang's happiest and most fearful time. Happy because he told the story of his battle against the invaders in this land, and the fear was, war, terrible.

Tang Lang's father mentioned the most was not that he charged into battle to take the position, nor that he was broken by a stray bullet and broke three fingers. but kept telling about his nightmares, dreaming that he was in his position; dreaming of his comrade-in-arms who had been blown in two by a mortar shell; I dreamed of going down the mountain to fetch water for my comrades, but was hit in the head by an enemy sniper; I dreamed of lying in a swamp ambushing them, and the face was gnawed by leeches。。。。。。

From ignorance to youth, Tang Lang grew up in his father's sometimes sober and sometimes drowsy, Tang Lang's dream is also to be a scout like his father. However, on Chinese New Year's Eve, when he was about ten years old, he was severely beaten by his father after bragging like this with his companion with a wooden gun.

His father, who had never touched a finger of him, frantically pulled out his belt and hit him harder than ever! Without a mother, the young Tang Lang could only hide in the arms of his sister, who was three years older than him, and wept silently.

If it weren't for his optimistic nature, I'm afraid he would hate his father from now on.

But his father's attitude, on the day he was 16 years old, finally changed, and he took the initiative to send him down the mountain and out of the village to go to the army. The price is that one of his sister's legs, which is three years older than him, is gone. When she went down to work in the field, she stepped on a landmine.

Tang Lang left wearing a red flower and wiping his tears.

Since the year my sister stepped on a landmine, my father has stopped drinking, and his daily job is to lead the way for those deminers sent by the Republic and follow them to clear mines.

A mine brought out by the torrent was hidden under the roots of a dead tree, and Tang Lang's father, who found the clue, could have turned over to dodge, but he still threw himself down, he died, and a soldier next to him who was a few years younger than Tang Lang was injured, but he lived.

Tang Lang, who was in the desert, received the news of his father's departure, and he didn't feel anything else, except that the wind in the desert that day was very cold, so cold that he couldn't breathe.

Ten years later, he returned to his hometown without a training uniform without epaulettes, red flowers, and a tiger tooth saber specially approved by the head of the border guard, without tears.

He was greeted by the cold tombstone of his sister and father on crutches.

He wants to follow in his father's footsteps, even if one day, like his father, dies.

That decision had already been thought out from the time he officially started writing a report to the chief to apply for retirement.

Three years have smoothed out Tang Lang's sorrow, at least, he can easily pour him a cup of Moutai in front of his father's tombstone, light three cigarettes, and tell his father very boldly how many mines he has discharged. Although he knew that it was definitely not the news that his father wanted to hear, if he had the ability, he would jump out and beat his son! Even if he was killed, Tang Lang would admit it.

Father's face, in Tang Lang's memory, is a little blurred! He thought so much that he would take another look.

However, my father must have been happy to hear another news. The deminer he rescued often came to visit his home, and he actually fell in love with Tang Lang's sister, who was several years older than him, and even the head of the border guard force was invited by him to come to his house to propose marriage, the kind that can't be done without marrying.

My sister is married to love, and that is the happiest thing for Tang Lang.

A month ago, when he went to visit his sister and brother-in-law who had settled in the county, his little nephew waved his chubby little hand and shouted, "Uncle, lollipop." Thinking of this stubble, Tang Lang couldn't help grinning, the retirement allowance was put on Sister A's account, if you just eat lollipops, you can feed that fat boy until he is old.

The sky was already a little dark, the sun turned dim yellow through the mountains and forests, Tang Lang shook the kettle, he was reluctant to drink, he pulled a banana leaf and chewed it, the leaf juice can quench your thirst and refresh your mind.

Today is about to start a new area, deeper than before, Tang Lang cheered up, took a deep breath, and gently probed down with a tiger tooth saber inserted into a suspicious position.

The tip of the knife seemed to have touched something hard, giving Tang Lang a layer of goosebumps on his body, although he had dealt with the god of death so closely countless times in the past three years, he still maintained enough awe for this kind of thing, which was one of the main reasons why he was still intact.

"Quack, good luck today, the sixth." Tang Lang smacked his lips in satisfaction and carefully scraped the soil with the tiger's tooth saber.

But the thing that appeared in front of him made Tang Lang, whose nerves were already extremely tenacious, a little confused.

This is, the latest "anti-infantry mine"?