"Letters!"

A shout in the darkness of the night made the already boiling camp even more boiling, and some soldiers rushed out of their houses with cheers, and gathered around the postman, hoping that they would have a letter home.

Yu Zhiqian followed the crowd to the middle of the camp, a middle-aged man wearing a white cloak and hanging two shoulder bags, as if he had broken half of his palm and was wrapped in the middle.

The postman was crowded into a relatively large room, close to the fire, and a group of people gathered around him, their eyes full of anticipation, on the battlefield, there is nothing more than a letter from home to make ordinary people feel warm.

"Your camp has been replaced, if I hadn't seen the mark, I really couldn't find this place, I'll read the name, and the one who heard the name came to pick up the letter, everyone stand up, don't crowd!" After speaking, he reached out and opened the first backpack on his left, took out the envelope inside, and began to read the name.

"Wilhillian! Wilsleyan of Hain Town! ”

"Papodom! Papodom from the capital! ”

“……”

"Jones Jackson! Jones Jackson from Sherman! ”

"Here, here!" A soldier raised his hand excitedly, and the postman handed over the envelope: "That's a good place, pick up the young man, you're great!" After reading it, write a reply quickly! ”

One after another the name was read, some people immediately cried after getting the envelope, holding the envelope and bursting into tears with excitement, but there were many more people who were not read by name, but they were still waiting, just like in kindergarten class, the teacher was sending small red flowers to classmates, and many people were waiting for their own flower.

The small shoulder bag could not carry so much hope, and in the end, more than 30 people received their own letters, and some soldiers looked at the postman with some excitement: "Sir, look for it, is there a letter from Parr, I am Pal from Harding Town!" ”

"Brave child, your letter may be on its way, don't worry, I'll bring it to you the next time I come over!" With a smile on his face, the postman slowly put away the rest of the envelopes, looking at the soldiers who had not received the letter and were depressed: "Children, warriors, your letters may just be a little slower, the next time my old Huck comes, I will definitely bring all your letters, you can now go and write the letters you want to send back, and I will bring you back!" ”

The crowd finally dispersed, excited tears mixed with disappointed eyes, everything was like a sentient being, Yu Zhiqian was in the crowd, looking at the constantly waving hands, excited shouts, feeling that he was separated among thousands of people, he didn't seem to belong to this world, and a sense of loneliness arose.

Man is a sensual animal, needs to communicate and confide, in the war, this feeling will be infinitely amplified, and a letter worth a thousand gold is the best sustenance, but Yu Zhiqian does not, not even a person who can write letters.

"Son, why don't you write a letter?"

Yu Zhiqian looked at the old man in front of him, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak, no one could accept it, write a letter without an address? Yu Zhiqian shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, even if it's far away, we will send your letter back, even if there is a conflict with the family, remember to tell the family about your current situation, they will miss you!"

"But, they're all abroad!"

Yu Zhiqian spoke slowly, and Old Huck was stunned for a moment, he had never encountered this situation: "In a foreign country? That country? ”

"In China, you know what? It's that country in the East! ”

"Oh, I know, I've heard there's gold everywhere, but it doesn't seem like it's been peaceful all these years, so far away? But don't worry, it should be able to be sent, now that technology is so advanced, with the ship, you can mail it to where you want it in a month at most! ”

"Is that so? Then I'll try! ”

After Yu Zhiqian finished speaking, he returned to his small room, found an envelope, and a pen, picked up the pen and began to write, he has no parents here, no family, but he still has a motherland, he can write to some celebrities he knows, which can be regarded as a kind of sustenance.

Yu Zhiqian thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to write a letter to Shaanxi, he didn't know why, he just roughly wrote some things, some things in history that he remembered, with very little pen and ink, just wrote out the big things, and then carefully wrapped them up, and found Old Huck.

After mailing the envelope, Yu Zhiqian was also very worried, whether the letter would reach the destination Mr. Zhou, even if it did, whether Mr. Zhou would reply to the letter, and what if it was seen by others? Yu Zhiqian didn't think too much about these things, after all, he was not a person from this time and space, he was just a passerby, and writing these things was just pinning some of his thoughts about home in it, and wanted his biggest home, that is, the motherland, to become better.

"Oh. It's really far enough, rest assured, it will definitely be mailed! ”

Old Huck took a sip of wine while talking, Yu Zhiqian smiled and didn't speak, and the rest of the Finnish soldiers were still writing hard, one piece of paper, two pieces of paper, three pieces of paper, the more they wrote, the more they wrote, all kinds of things on the battlefield, greeting relatives at home, there seemed to be no topic before, but now there are words that can't be said.

The soldiers who received the letter read the letter bit by bit, and they could feel some strength from it, and this sense of concern made them feel a burst of warmth in their hearts.

Soldiers are also human beings, even if they are cold-blooded killing machines, they are a person after all, and then they are soldiers who obey orders, for them, behind the cruel battlefield, is what they defend with their lives.

In the end, at dawn, old Huck rowed his sleigh and carried the letters carrying the hopes and dreams of countless people, and went to the next stop, where the scenes will be repeated again, and everyone is waiting for his next arrival to bring hope.

What Yu Zhiqian didn't know was that his letter, after many dangers and obstacles, followed a Finnish ship to China, came to Guangzhou, and then from Guangzhou to Shanghai, Beijing, and finally slowly came to the person he wanted to send to, a total of four months, when the letter was delivered, the recipient was also at a loss, and he didn't know that he still knew the Finn.

But when he opened the letter, the world eventually changed dramatically.

PS: This is a big foreshadowing, and then want to know the content of the letter? Tear up, hahahaha, let you tear up the votes, let you not vote for recommendations, let you not reward, just don't let you know, come and beat me, can't beat me!