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At the front of the path, there was a stone with a letter on it, and a plum was pressed on it. The cold wind blew through the edges of the letter.

Whoop -

All the muzzles of the guns were raised, or pointed to the left or to the right, and a pair of rat eyes under the steel helmet nervously searched for Xiao Xiao Shanliang, and some people were even lying down to find cover.

Lieutenant Devil stood in the middle of the line and looked forward numbly, and after a few seconds of numbness, he suddenly laughed, and laughed extremely wildly.

"It doesn't make sense! You don't need to be nervous, this bastard is going to kill me! Go get it. ”

The second lieutenant beside him tried to persuade him, but he flatly repeated: "Now I am still the squadron leader!" I said go get it! ”

The devil in front had no choice but to move forward, picked up the letter and Mei, turned around and ran all the way to the lieutenant.

The second lieutenant next to him said solemnly: "Why? ”

"Because I'd rather die in battle!"

It is still a foot-long plum, and there is only one flower on the plum branch, but this flower is no longer a flower bone, it is blooming, and you can smell the faint fragrance in the wind.

"Dear Mako, it's been three months since I came to the battlefield, this is not what I imagined, I have to take the initiative to find my enemy......"

Pop - the crisp sound of gunfire suddenly echoed among the mountain beams.

Is it over? The devil lieutenant stared blankly at the Lamei in his hand, and didn't feel a trace of pain, it turned out that death was not painful!

Puff –

The ensign, who opened the letter curiously, fell, and he was not in pain, because his unblinding eyes showed that he was still wondering why the letter was written in Japanese. It's like...... Is it a letter from a native family?

"Eight---ah-" The lieutenant's heart-rending howl finally rang out in the valley.

……

North of Jin County, a forest near a certain road.

There was a fire in the snow, and there were two people by the fire.

"What if that gunshot brings people in?"

"That's better, we don't have to do this drudgery!"

"Sixth brother, your marksmanship is really good!"

"Why don't you have a beard, the meat is like this, and you still want to expect Lao Tzu to share half of you?"

"Hehe, it's okay to share the little brother."

"Big brother is really, let me guard here on a cold day, this can guard a fart, don't talk about hanging guns on such a cold day, there is not a single poor person, alas...... It's cooked, it's okay, it's ready to eat! ”

The meat roasted on the fire was dripping with oil, slightly charred, obviously small, obviously winged, and obviously an unlucky pigeon, but unfortunately the people who ate it did not even recognize what kind of bird it was.

The cold wind swept by, and a piece of paper full of folds rolled with the wind, slid across the land and drifted through the snow, filled with dense Japanese characters, and floated out of the woods, drifting farther and farther, and finally disappeared into the snow line.

Black, white, red, the three primary colors in the smoke of gunpowder.

Every flash, like a magnesium lamp, freezes every moment.

Every moment becomes every old black and white photo, splicing out every fragment and connecting it into a gray memory.

A drop of blood, trying to slide down, the bayonet was long sharp.

The icy bolt handle is shiny and smooth, and it is shiny.

Metal, dirt, indomitable hands, dirty armbands.

Army gray, faintly in gray, gray fire.

Frozen and burning, black edges, ashes, and the darkness under the curly brim, the eyebrows that can never be seen.

Looking, but unable to, touch.

……

It's a dream.

Lin Wei sat up from the bed, this was the first time she had seen the devil's face clearly in her dreams, the devil always appeared in the photos, and then the photos gradually filled all her space.

It was already dark, the room was not so dark, and the nurses were still asleep.

I couldn't help but recall the dream, one of the photos...... It was the bastard in police uniform, in the dark, under a dim doorlight, through a bayonet...... That black and white dogskin is a perfect match for that bastard! He was born to be a scum! He is!

Gently put on the clothes, gently push the door open, the dawn of spring is not too cold, looking east, the morning glow is smudged most of the east, a thin figure of the Eighth Route Army is climbing the ladder to the wall of the regiment headquarters, the bright and swaying morning glow is dazzling against the high-spirited figure and the military horn, the wake-up call is blown, melodious in the wind.

She looked to the west again, at the end of the regiment headquarters, at the foot of the mountain in the distance, a small dilapidated room, and the confinement room was also bathed in the morning glow.

"Yes!" She couldn't help whispering, then smirked smugly, and then turned into a cold morning sun again.

……

It was nearly noon, the sun in the spring breeze warmed the hills, the dry grass showed tender green, and the buds were seen on half of the branches.

Fifteen or sixteen figures gradually appeared on the mountain road, most of them wearing military uniforms, carrying luggage and not hanging guns.

They are new recruits, and they don't seem to be in a good mood, and they finally became the Eighth Route Army, who doesn't want to go to the main regiment, it's good now, seeing that others are swept away by the main force in waves, only a dozen of them are assigned to the regiment headquarters.

The regiment headquarters is an independent regiment, the poorest regiment, and it is said that it is also the worst regiment, and even the poor and rotten division commanders are too lazy to take care of it, and their lives are miserable! Hardy!

After entering the village, the luggage was not unloaded and lined up in the playground, and it was found that they were not the only recruits, there were dozens of them, and they had been here for more than ten days.

The instructor of the recruit company was giving them a brief introduction: "My surname is Zhao, my name is Zhao Tie, and I am in the first company, during your recruit period, I am your instructor, and during this period, you can call me Instructor Zhao, or call me the company commander...... I just emphasize two words: execution! I just want to emphasize one sentence: iron-clad discipline ......"

The recruits in the queue whispered to their side, "Just arrived?" What's your name? ”

Still carrying the luggage, he replied in a low voice: "Xiao Jia." ”

"I'm here ten days ago, guess what's the instructor's name? Hey...... Iron Egg, that's what many people in the group call him. It is said that ......"

At this time, the instructor's voice suddenly raised: "The one who spoke, now leave your name for me to go to the back mountain, if you are slow, you can save a lunch for the independent regiment!" ”

The new soldier who spoke was dumbfounded, and looked up at the sky, doesn't this mean that the meal is about to start? panicked and jerked west.

"Including the audience!" The instructor's eyes turned to look at Xiao Jia seriously, cold.

I was aggrieved in my heart, and I didn't dare to argue, I put down my luggage and was about to run, but the impersonal instructor added lightly: "Including luggage." ”

……

"What are you boy? Okay, you don't have to help me, you can catch up, you can lose your life, you can't skip your meal, oops, I'm ...... Whew......"

Xiao Jia carried his luggage, and dragged the broken mouth who had buried him halfway, and entered the cooking class compound with a sigh.

The courtyard was already overcrowded, and the long tattered tables were all full of people, many of whom could only squat on the wall to eat, and all kinds of sounds were noisy, so it was not lively. Xiao Jia once stayed in the division for a few days, and compared to the well-organized and quiet canteen in the division, this independent regiment is simply a market!

Unexpectedly, there was still an empty table, Xiao Jia's mood finally improved, and as soon as he stopped at this table, he was torn open by a broken mouth: "I can't sit still!" Not really! Crazy about you! ”

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