"What is the Human Circle!" someone in the team asked, listening to the horrible name.

"The place where pigs live is called a pigsty, and the place where people live is called a pens. ”

The impact of the old man's simple but vivid explanation on the hearts of several people was no less than the shouts of climbing over Jiuling Mountain. His legs were weak, and he dragged behind the old man with mixed feelings.

"My boss Zhang has led several batches of people like you, and each time he is a group of cowards, crying and mourning. Sure enough, there were no surprises this time. Although Lao Zhangtou did not look back, the tone from his limping figure was mixed with disappointment, but it also revealed a trace of pity.

The human circle is the name of the 200,000 expeditionary force for a group of people led by Lao Zhangtou. The people who formed the circle were all thin and weak people, who could not stand the test of the battlefield due to their physical fitness, and would not be accepted by the various branches of the military immediately after entering the barracks. Although casualties cannot be avoided on the battlefield, it is still necessary to avoid rushing to death in vain. Under the leadership of Lao Zhangtou, this group of people strengthened their physical fitness every day through the exercise of different jobs, such as cleaning the battlefield and carrying corpses, smelting weapons and other tiring logistics work, and at the same time carried out some hard training that recruits must receive, and then dispersed to various branches of the army after they were strong and strong. The general cycle is half a year, in other words, this is actually the life of a recruit, but with the acceleration of the pace of war, it is now a direct enlistment to the battlefield, and few people can experience the life of a recruit for half a year. That's why Lao Zhangtou is so lucky.

It's the same as the meaning of the pigsty: it's all fattened and then dead.

Tian Mao and his entourage, plus the remaining few people and a few veterans who picked up the troops last time, a total of 25 people. Lao Zhangtou arranged a residence after explaining the precautions. There are a total of 4 tents set up here, one for Lao Zhangtou alone, one for 4 veterans, and 20 people are arranged in the remaining two tents.

Tian Mao and Zhou Heng have been separated from the other eight people, and they are all familiar faces.

A group of people each introduces themselves. The ten are: Tian Mao, Zhou Heng, Pei Shen, Liu Chen, Chen Lengleng, Ye Jiwen, Lin Jinyu, Ming Shu, Wei Sisi, Zeng Ye. The impermanence of fate brought together ten people from all over the world and stepped into the tent, each bound to each other, each with a sacred identity: comrade-in-arms.

Tian Mao had some worries coming up, and he couldn't help but think of those former comrades-in-arms in his memory, are they okay now?

The life of the circle is even more boring than imagined, in addition to some messy work, it is physical training twice a day in the morning and evening, running around the station, although the method is more traditional, but Tian Mao's body is visible to the naked eye strong.

This life lasted until Chinese New Year's Eve. Tian Shigeru on the first Chinese New Year's Eve in this world.

The Chinese New Year's Eve in the army has less New Year's flavor, and the symbolic Chinese New Year's Eve dinner only has a more fishy smell. No firecrackers, fireworks and hustle and bustle. Tian Mao wondered if there were these traditions on Chinese New Year's Eve here, or if there were fireworks in this world.

A group of people were lying on the Chase bunk that could accommodate ten people in the canopy, and their 20 legs were hanging on the edge of the bed shaking irregularly, squinting, carefully reminiscing about the flesh that only today can have.

The first 20 days of flatbread with white water will bind the growing appetite to only boring. All day long is the physical work of casting and smelting, repeatedly melting the large knife halberd with a broken blade into molten iron, fixing the model, and knocking open the blade. Every time in the evening after running around the barracks, I am already exhausted, and it is precisely these two things that can replenish a little physical strength and fill my stomach. But if you have some clear porridge and radish, you can quit these. I can't chew any other flavors.

A group of people's yearning for deliciousness, a lot of ridiculous things happen.

For example, a few days ago, Ye Jiwen knelt in front of the bed, supported the edge of the bed with both hands, staring at the flatbread spread out on the bed with wide eyes, and there were words in his mouth.

Tian Mao and the others found Ye Jiwen's abnormal demeanor, looking at the nervous Ye Jiwen, Zhou Heng couldn't help but ask Ye Jiwen what he was doing?

Ye Jiwen Mune's expression was ring-styled, and then he whispered: "A begging master once told me, 'When you look at a steamed bun for half a moment, and your head hints that you are facing a chicken leg, and you have to persuade yourself that it must be a chicken leg in your mouth, then it will taste like a chicken leg when you eat it'." ”

Zhang Heng and Pei Shu looked at each other and laughed at Ye Jiwen for being a real fool. But after a while, there were six people kneeling in front of the bed, staring at the flatbread. One after another, they chanted: "Chicken legs, chicken legs, chicken legs......"

This scene made Tian Mao smile at the corner of his mouth, watching a group of crazy people, holding the flatbread with ceremonial hands, sniffing the flatbread in his hand intoxicated, slowly biting this ordinary flatbread with the method of eating chicken legs, full of enjoyment, and finally rolled up his sleeves and wiped the corners of his mouth, as if there was really oil.

The few people who watched the play laughed heartily, and the flatbread in their mouths was no longer boring!

Over the next few days, this indispensable cake-eating ritual was formed. The first 6 people, and then 10 people kneeling in a row:

"Chicken legs, chicken legs...", "Pig's trotters, pig's trotters..."

After a few days, this psychological suggestion method became more and more difficult to convince itself, so the effect became worse and worse.

Just before waiting for the evening cake to be distributed today, several people after close discussion and planning, this Chinese New Year's Eve no matter how to go to the veterans' tent to steal some pickles. If it weren't for the smell of meat wafting to interrupt this detailed combat operation, maybe the precious pickles of several veterans would have been looted.

At this time, Tian Mao, who was lying on the outermost level, was sizzling in his mouth, and the aftertaste was endless.

Tian Mao said, "Hey! Will there be firecrackers on Chinese New Year's Eve in your respective hometowns?"

Zhou Heng responded: "You're talking about firecrackers! Put it, almost all the customs should be the same, hang lanterns, paste Spring Festival couplets, worship ancestors before meals, and set off firecrackers." Although there are relatively few people in our family, it is lively, and the firecrackers in the workshop in the west of Qingyang County can be heard. ”

Several people began to chat, talked about the necessary Chinese New Year's Eve dishes, and pasted more poetic Spring Festival couplets. As he spoke, he was silent for a while, and they were each melancholy.

No matter how much the warm wind after the beginning of spring is attached to the earth in the last snow, the melting of the snow without leaving a little face is like announcing the world: the snow on the ground is a paper tiger. ”

The nine hills of Jiuling Mountain seem to have been scraped by some unskilled shaver with a razor, revealing pieces of uneven size of the soil, one in the east and one in the west.

"Guo Jiu led into Xiaoguan and went straight to Daguan County!" was woken up in the morning of the first day of junior high school amid a burst of shouts. A few people in the circle began to tidy up and wash in an orderly manner. Today, no one organized a morning run, so they became familiar with the simple workshop and gathered a pile of arrows with broken bodies.

Lao Zhangtou sat on a chair not far away, and today he looked at the other side of the mountain from time to time, a little worried, and showed a helpless look.

"It should be today!" he muttered quietly.

"Knock!" "Knock!" suddenly a dull drum sounded.

The drums, the horses, and the shouts on the other side of the mountain continued, and all the sounds sounded in a haphazard manner for a whole day.

Tian Mao and the others all seemed to be fixed there, motionless, pricking up their ears to listen to the sound on the other side of the mountain. A few veterans were not so restrained, although they also stopped their work, and just said, "There is new work to do!"

The sound continued until the evening, when it finally became quiet.

Lao Zhangtou glanced at one of the veterans, and the veteran understood.

The veterans quickly gathered all the recruits and were each given a pair of military leather gloves.

"Get to work. ”

The veteran took a team of recruits who had not eaten for a day, stepping on the muddy water that melted into the snow and climbed over the Jiuling Mountain.

Standing on the top of the hill and looking at the front of Kokan Castle, the soil was stained reddish-brown because the blood could not coagulate. As far as the eye can see, there are unrecognizable stumps and severed limbs all over the ground. On the city wall, the flag of the Daxingguo Expeditionary Force was fluttering in the wind, and several soldiers threw the corpses piled up on the city wall along the wall to the ground, making the corpses in the corners of the wall the highest pile.

Except for Tian Mao and those veterans, regardless of the hunger at this time, the group held their necks and vomited the Chinese New Year's Eve meal that had not been completely digested last night, and their faces turned pale.

Tian Mao has too many such scenes in his mind, and it is difficult to have sensory stimulation except for some emotion.

The veteran greeted and a crowd of people flocked to the mess, retching with "Wow!" and "Wow!"

A few formally organized soldiers were turning over the corpses one by one, collecting wooden plaques with their names and places of origin hanging on their chests.

Tian Mao's group collected the weapons that fell on the battlefield, picked them up and piled them up, and returned to the furnace to be reforged later. Then he and several teams of soldiers from other branches took off all the corpses and their armor. The bodies of officers whose faces could still be recognized were burned in a fire, and the ashes were collected in a special cloth bag.

More are buried in the mountains of this foreign land, with a common tombstone. Specialized carvers carved on the tombstones, where they died in battle, and the names of all of them.

The ashes bag and the soldier's wooden plaque were handed over to the "soul sendler" to take back to their respective hometowns and pass on the grief to their families.

The corpses of the enemy were relatively unlucky, and they were buried indiscriminately in the dug corpse pits, and no one knew who it was or who they were worried about.

Busy until the full moon, Tian Mao and the others sat in front of the tombstone that had not yet had time to carve, sighing about the fragility of life. The veteran who came with him looked at these recruits and sighed, who didn't come over like this? This veteran sat down beside a few people, patted Zhang Heng on the side, and asked a few people: "Have you counted? How many people?"

Several people immediately shook their heads, only Tian Mao's face was expressionless, no matter how many similar scenes there were in his memory, every time he saw the life on the battlefield, he was inevitably a little melancholy, he replied: "Not including the other party, there are a total of 7,850 people." I don't know how long this tombstone will be carved. ”

For Tian Mao's answer, the veteran was surprised, there are really recruits who will go to count the number of people, plus Tian Mao's performance when he saw this scene for the first time, the veteran was a little curious, this kid doesn't know what he has experienced? Then I was relieved, who doesn't have a secret in their heart?

"That's right! There are 7,850 of them, and it's a war of great disparity. Do you know who died?" the veteran continued.

Several people did not answer, waiting for the veteran's answer.

"Most of them are recruits, and not only this time, but most of the people who have died in every battle in the past have been recruits. ”

This sentence plunged several people into deep thought. After the recruits who entered the camp together were divided among the various arms, almost half of them died in just one battle.

A strange feeling made several people start to breathe, this strange fear of death.

The veteran stood up with Zhou Heng's shoulders on his shoulders.

"Remember, the more alive, the easier it is to live. ”

What this veteran who hasn't been with for a long time doesn't know is that because of this sentence, several of them have changed dramatically in their pursuits and beliefs in the future.

The more you live, the easier it is to live!