The village was already in a panic, and an Eighth Route Army stood on the edge of a certain wall in the village, leaning on a cold millstone, wheezing tiredly, quietly watching the soulless figures float by, looking out of place.

He was, one of them, and now, he was a passerby, not so much that he was looking at the soulless, but that the soulless figures were numbly ignoring him, proving his non-existence.

He didn't have a so-called feeling, nor did he think deeply, he just felt that the wind was very cold, biting cold, and his heart was inexplicably sad, but he didn't know why he was sad, and he didn't know who he was sad for.

The sky, grey; The eyes of the evil spirit are also gray; So, the whole world looks gray, and there are mottled and cold walls everywhere.

Later, he left the corner and walked unhurriedly to the courtyard of the cooking class where he had stayed, where he might be able to pick up some leftover hot meals, and maintaining his strength was the foundation of everything.

Pushing open the broken door, the fire in the messy yard was not extinguished, the smoke was swirling, and the iron pot was taken away, but some slimy porridge and rice were sprinkled on the ground next to it, and water vapor rose on the cold and dirty ground to show that the residual temperature was still there.

However, a sloppy soldier was crouching on the ground by the fire, and with his dirty hands he pulled the porridge and rice that had been poured on the ground into his iron lunch box, regardless of the sand and mud. It seems that there are a lot of people who are in danger.

"Hand over half of it, or you won't be able to get out of this door!" Lu Hang finally pulled out his fast and slow machine, and the bullet was loaded and the safety was closed. Now the situation is different, this is no longer a reasonable place, and the other party is no longer a serious soldier, this is a gray marginal area without the constraints of law.

The guy who was picking up porridge and rice turned around when he heard the sound, and under the crooked broken hat was the unscrupulous dirty face of the decrepit ghost, he stared at Lu Hang in surprise for two seconds, and then glanced at his gun on the ground nearby: "Anyway, you have to find a container and let me pour half of it for you." ”

"No need, put your lunch box down, and I'll consider keeping half of it for you."

The gun in Lu Hang's hand was just naturally drooping, and he didn't point the muzzle of the gun, but he didn't hesitate to turn off the insurance, and the small action was seen by the decaying ghost, which made the decaying ghost smell a smell of gunsmoke, which was not a threat. Even if the other party doesn't raise the muzzle, there is no chance to resist.

"Are you sick? Is that the matter? ”

"Like...... Someone asked you that, right? You tell me? When standing in the wilderness, although Lu Hang didn't look back, he also felt the cold killing machine behind him for a moment.

"At the time, I was just trying to earn some money for the journey. Money and other things, why can't you just let it go? ”

"I don't have time to hear you talk about devils entering the village. Now stay away from your lunch box and away from your gun. ”

Lu Hang began to walk forward, and the decrepit ghost put down the lunch box in his hand and reluctantly retreated.

The devil is approaching, the team is rushing out of the village, and these two are still here to fight for hot rice and make soy sauce, what is this called? Seem...... It is more appropriate to use the word taste, style and grade, not everyone can have it, and it does not have to be displayed in splendor, just like the fast and slow machine that Lu Hang is carrying in his hand is being blown by the cold wind, or the branch of the declining ghost is lying on the dirty ground.

The battalion commander and his men should go north out of the village first, this direction is not randomly chosen, although the regiment commander is a straw bag, it does not mean that everyone is a straw bag. There are devils in the southwest, puppet armies in the west, and the situation in the east and north is unknown.

But the east is definitely not a good choice, the more east the area is opener, the closer to Jin County, if you don't want to fight, you can only cover your head to the north. So the Decaying Ghost brought back the news of the west face.

The battalion commander was decisive, and he had fallen so far, the regiment commander was a fart, and told him that leading the team to break through and open the way was enough to give him face, so what could he do if he left without saying a word? Who let him waste himself!

The head of the regiment hurriedly gathered more than 100 people directly under him, and also left the village and ran north. The reason why this straw bale faces north is simpler, since someone has opened the road, of course it is safer to follow, and he can only go where the camp goes. Although he was cold to the battalion commander, he didn't have the courage to tear his face, because the team had no soul, and he himself also had no soul.

After suffering for many days, he now suddenly felt that the village he was leaving was like a paradise, like a paradise, which made him deeply regret that he would become a soldier! What about being honored as the head of the regiment? It's not the life I want at all.

Staff Officer Yao hurriedly gathered more than 200 remnants of soldiers, and was ordered to be the battalion commander in danger, and he did not have the slightest joy, he had long dared not think about the country and the nation, but just wanted this team to avoid annihilation, and support to the end, and do the duty of a soldier.

The collar badge of the staff officer is different, he is not like an ordinary officer, the two collar badges are the same, but the rank badge on one side and the bamboo badge on the other.

In the cold wind, looking at the panic heading north, Staff Officer Yao ripped off the bamboo medal on one side of his neckline, leaving only the two bars and one nail major rank medal on the other side.

Lowered his head, looked at the staff badge with two golden bamboo cross patterns on a gold rim and red background in the palm of his hand, smiled bitterly, and then cherished it into his jacket pocket.

"There's no time to arrange, all of them are mixed into two companies, based on their previous numbers, the single number is one company, and the double number is the second company."

The 200 or so soldiers at the north entrance of the village immediately consciously divided into two groups, no one spoke, and they were very quiet, because Staff Officer Yao was the commander they admired the most, and some people had fought side by side with him, and he was trustworthy.

"Unfortunately, I was tasked with the Queen of the Highness. If you want to run, you can't run like this, but you can't be called the queen of the palace. At present, it is known that the devils are in the southwest, and the security army is on the west side, we still have time, we have to fight for a while to delay them, now follow me to the west! ”

If you are in an icy cold, then warm food will make you feel happy. Hold it in your hand, and the heat will pass from your fingers to your palm, and through your arm to your heart; When you eat it, the heat seems to be able to infiltrate your internal organs and make you forget about winter for a while.

Ren is mixed with sand and soil in the viscosity, and he can't stop Lu Hang's wolfing, holding the dirty iron lunch box, gulping into his stomach, this can't be chewed, as long as he chews, he will regret it, and he can't let his teeth ruin this happy feeling.

Given that the decaying ghost's saliva was getting longer and longer, and his eyes were getting more and more painful, Lu Hang fulfilled his promise and swallowed only half of it, and then handed over the remaining half of the lunch box, signaling that he could come and get it now.

"Didn't you say leave me half? How much is left? ”

"Oh? Too little? That's it. ”

was about to withdraw the hand that handed the lunch box, but was snatched away by the decaying ghost, and poured it on his neck.

Take a deep breath, it's much warmer, even the cold mood just now dissipated, and casually spit out a few grains of sand, this time it's time to hit the road.

A few bites of the porridge were poured into the decaying ghost, and he was licking the lunch box and suddenly asked Lu Hang, who had already turned around to leave: "Where are you going?" ”

"Go home."

Since he lost his memory, the first time he said this word, he had always heard others say it, and now he felt warm, and suddenly wanted to say it too, so he deliberately said it, not to the decaying ghost, but to himself.

I'd love to know what it's like to go home, but now that I've said it, I can't tell you what it feels like, but it's just ...... I smiled subconsciously, and smiled a little unnaturally, not good at all, but unfortunately this rare smile is invisible to the decaying ghost behind it.

"You're not doing eight ways? I don't look at you like an eight-way person! Where is your home? ”

"I don't understand." Lu Hang didn't stop and strode out of the courtyard gate.

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