It's not an acquaintance! He still led people out of the pile of corpses.

Mo Xuanqing, the communications staff officer of the 218th regiment, followed closely behind him, was Liu Jinzuo?

Looking at the child soldier who followed Liu Jinzuo with an excited face, Liu Lang felt a little bitter in his heart, and dared to be affectionate, he was a communication platoon of the 218th Regiment who came to the brigade headquarters to deliver a letter, and he came to participate in the selection of his death squad.

"You're here?"

"Report chief, Mo Xuanqing, the platoon commander of the communication platoon of the 218th Regiment, and the brothers of the whole platoon, came to sign up for the elite assessment!"

Liu Lang couldn't help grinning, the elite soldiers didn't come, but a group of technical soldiers came, are we going to engage in a "hacker" war?

But Liu Lang knows that this great scholar really doesn't come to charge his head as soon as his head is hot, this high-achieving student may have average kung fu to kill the enemy, but that patriotic heart is leveraged.

He Datou on the side was also grinned by Mo Xuanqing's impassioned report.

As a soldier, he does not deny the spirit and courage of this second lieutenant platoon commander. However, with courage and spirit alone, he can't be exchanged for combat power!

With his small body, let alone a full set of equipment, I'm afraid that even a quick march with a gun on his back can exhaust himself and faint alive in two hours, right? And what kind of communication platoon did he bring.

This is to form a death squad, but it is by no means a "death squad"!

After Mo Xuanqing's "impassioned" report was finished, the young soldier standing at the end of the queue, barely more than one meter five tall, suddenly grinned at Liu Lang and greeted him in a low voice:

"Fat sir, I'm looking for you。。。。。。"

Liu Lang。。。。。。

He really wants to emphasize again: Lao Tzu's surname is Liu, not fat!

But seeing the innocence and perseverance on the young man's face, and the simplicity mixed with admiration for himself, Liu Lang swallowed his words back, stepped forward and raised his hand to rub the young soldier's head, with a hint of gentleness in his tone:

"Boy, what's your name?"

"Report sir! My name is Mo Kitten! The young soldier replied loudly.

"How old are you?"

"Ten 。。。。。。 Eight! ”

"Poof。。。。。。 He Datou on the side really couldn't hold back, laughed, took two steps forward and stood in front of Mo Kitten, stretched out a finger the thickness of a small carrot, nodded a few times on Mo Kitten's slightly thin shoulder, and said with a smile on his face:

"Boy, how old are you? Eighteen? Honestly, does Fourteen have? ”

Mo Xiaomei still wanted to insist that he was eighteen, but when he subconsciously looked at Liu Lang, he was a little weak by the soft smile in his eyes, and couldn't help but say timidly: "Sir, I'm ten or fifteen, really, it's just not tall."

However, I grew up in the mountains, and I can use bows and arrows and shotguns, don't believe you ask my uncle! ”

"Poof。。。。。。 He Datou's smile that he finally put away burst into laughter in an instant.

"Your uncle? Which is your uncle? Did your uncle come? ”

Originally, He Datou saw that this young soldier was clear and handsome, which was quite rare, and there were few people at this time, so he teased him.

Unexpectedly, the young soldier's next sentence instantly choked back the smile on his face: "Sir, my uncle。。。。。 He couldn't come, and he and my second uncle were both killed the night before。。。。。。 ”

At the end, there was a little more choking in Mo Kitten's voice.

The expression on Liu Lang's face instantly stiffened, and his puzzled gaze fell on Mo Xuanqing on the side.

He also thought that Mo Xuanqing was Mo Kitten's uncle.

Of course, uncles and nephews generally don't have the same surname, and Liu Lang only reacted subconsciously.

Without waiting for Mo Xuanqing to speak, Liu Jinzuo on the side stepped forward with a bitter face, gave Liu Lang a military salute, and said:

"Sir, the kitten is my nephew, and he is indeed fifteen years old this year.

My two brothers, one named Liu Jinzhong and the other named Liu Jinyou, in the early morning of the day before yesterday, was the white-knuckle battle, and they were all 。。。。。。 He's dead! ”

He Datou's mouth fluttered, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

Two brothers died in battle at the same time, what kind of heartache the man in front of him endured.

At this moment, the honest bald man really wanted to smack himself in the mouth. Ask what's wrong, ask people about their sadness.

Liu Jinzuo's muscles twitched, but he tried his best to remain calm, and then said: "Sir, the kitten used to live in Dalian with his father, and four years ago, his father and mother were arrested and put in prison for offending a Japanese businessman, and died within a few days.

Then I took him to Chahar, and my second brother took him to hunt in the mountains.

Don't look at him not tall, but the gun is quite accurate, and he killed a wild boar in the mountains the winter before last, and hit the wild boar in the eye。。。。。。 ”

"Later, my mother's health was not good, went to Beiping for treatment, in order to support my mother's body, I ruthlessly brought my two younger brothers to the 29th Army, supported by my brothers' military salaries, my father and mother can always have no worries about food and clothing in Beiping City. And because of my father's hatred, the kitten had to follow us, so I begged the commander to be merciful and left him in the communication platoon, where he usually played miscellaneous or something. Liu Jinzuo's eyes welled up with bitterness. It's just that I didn't expect this battle to leave the two brothers here, and I don't know how I should explain to my father and mother when I go back。。。。。。 ”

The Mo kitten next to him had red eyes, but he couldn't hold back the tears.

There was silence at the scene, and even Liu Lang didn't know how to comfort the veteran in front of him at this time, although he didn't shed tears, but the sadness in his eyes was so strong that it was heartbreaking.

Oh, yes! Soldiers can not be afraid of death, but how should the living face their parents!

No one saw Ming Yu, who was walking briskly from a distance, and the footsteps of the Ming University reporter stopped more than ten meters away, quietly listening to the veteran in front of him tell his story.

This time, she didn't take out her pen and paper because she didn't want to send back the news that would break her parents' hearts. If she could, she hoped that the news would be concealed, even if the elderly parents never saw their son, but after all, they still had a thought, if they didn't even have this thought, she really didn't know how the old couple who were still in Beiping City would survive.

In the middle of the ring, Liu Lang stood upright with his feet together, and solemnly saluted Liu Jinzuo: "This salute is my salute to your parents, thank them for sending a family of four soldiers to China, and in the coming days, China will not forget them, and China's children and grandchildren will not forget them." ”

Raised his hand and patted Liu Jinzuo on the shoulder with red eyes, and then rubbed the unkempt hair of Mo Kitten, whose tears had already hung on his cheeks, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, kitten, go back with your uncle, and be your communication soldier, this is an order." ”

Unexpectedly, Mo Xiaomei, who had always behaved very well-behaved and had a hint of shyness, exploded all of a sudden after Liu Lang said this, pushed his hand away, and stared at his eyes in a voice that was almost roaring: "No, I'm not leaving!" I'm going to be in the death squad! I'm going to kill devils! I want revenge! ”

"You dare to disobey orders?" Liu Lang's brows furrowed.

However, the young rebellious teenagers who have been provoked don't care about those.

"The order of the division headquarters, the whole division selects elites to participate in the mortal army, and my 218th Regiment Communications Platoon Private Mo Xiaocat was ordered to come to report."

Liu Lang's hand stopped in mid-air.

If you are a rebellious teenager, there is nothing wrong with it.