"Do you want to continue to search for the past? Or do you go back and fiddle with the remains of the martyrs? This time he hesitated.

The shock of the strong man with the spear in his back has always been so strong that he can't bear to leave like that.

After looking around again, he was sure that there was no one around, and decided to go back and do something for the war dead.

After passing past the officer who had just killed the enemy, he first saw a short comrade who had died in the dead, lying straight on his stomach. The gun was still in his hand, the bayonet was red, and two of the enemy soldiers fell in front of him.

Forward, he turned him over and fastened the clasp for him, covering the fatal wound on his neck. Then he used his hands to pull the dirt out of his mouth and nostrils, and the blood on his face was removed.

Now it looks like this face has become very clean and young, and it should not be even twenty years old. He whispered in his heart: "Good brother, good job!" Enough is enough, enough is enough. ”

After silently sorting out their remains, he moved forward and put their guns beside them, so that they could keep a soldier upright. "Brothers, if you can, give your family a dream! Also, cover me, and I'll help you get revenge—"

After saying that, he gave a military salute to the martyrs and quickly left.

The heavy artillery flying "booming" overhead was aimed at the enemy's deep territory. Xiang Qian, holding a captured automatic rifle in his hand and a sniper rifle on his back, continued to walk towards the battle-torn front in the field after the fierce battle.

As he was about to pass by the grass house, he suddenly wanted to go in and have a look. It's a must! At this time, he only felt that his brain was blank, it should be that people are too tired!

He searched in with great audacity, and jumped over the sandbag fortifications piled up at the door, where he found it empty and of little value.

However, there was a half-plastic bucket of water in the west corner, so he quickly put down the gun, leaned over and washed his face, and washed off the dirt on his body and shoes just now.

But there is still a smell, and there is too little water after all to solve the problem.

Turning to look at the grain bag with the word "aid" printed on the door, he suddenly became angry, and kicked and smashed several jars that were sleeping on the ground.

The innocent and pitiful ones made a unique "clang" crunch sound when they were crushed and scattered.

When he came out, he searched for another grass house. This time he found a large gasoline drum, which was almost full, with more than half of the water in it. He was very happy, whether it was poisonous or not, and immediately used it greatly.

A few minutes later he came out again, drenched, and he felt so tired that he wanted to sit down and rest for a while.

Turning around, there were two trees a foot behind the two thatched houses, and the grass under the trees was very flat.

It was a nice place, so he walked over with his gun in his hand and sat down under the tree.

With the gun in his arms, he touched his chin, and he felt a little pain in that place. The skin was indeed broken, and it may have seeped into the sediment.

This should be considered an injury! Wounded - it was only at this time that he suddenly remembered that there was a key place in his body, and he never asked.

He hurriedly lowered his head and saw two holes in his crotch. Because I didn't wear underwear on the battlefield, I stood up and was bright and shiny, which is not a thing.

Fortunately, the key parts inside were not injured, and he saw it clearly and was completely relieved.

Anyway, there were no women on the battlefield, so he couldn't care so much, so he sat down again.

Leaning forward against a tree with his eyes closed, he was woken up by the sound of an enemy soldier "chirping and wahing". He scrambled to his feet and looked around.

The voice came from the grass house next to him, and he immediately became nervous, too careless, he actually fell asleep under this tree just now.

Except for the voices beside him, the surroundings of the battlefield were quiet at this moment, and the sound of gunfire had fallen silent.

How long have you been asleep? He was a little confused.

Looking at the gloomy sky, I can't tell when it is.

Inside the grass house, the enemy soldiers were obviously arguing about something at the moment. He was secretly glad that he had not fallen asleep in the room just now, and he quickly turned around, and pointed his gun in the direction of the house under the cover of a tree.

He didn't dare to make much of a move, for fear of attracting the attention of the enemy.

At this time, it would be nice to have one of your own people, in case of a fight, one more man will have more strength.

After a while, the conversation in the house was over, and he heard footsteps walking out. There are too many enemies, and he doesn't plan to take the initiative to go over and fight them, so he tries to avoid the past as much as he can.

was in the middle of tension, suddenly there was a "snap", and the gunshot, which he was extremely reluctant to hear, suddenly rang out. Someone screamed "ah" and immediately the gunshots burst into flames, so intense that they exploded like fried beans.

At the same time, he also heard the roar of his familiar people.

His own people, his own people, he was still thinking about his own people just now.

Now, my own people have hit!

Moving forward with excitement that he almost cried, he picked up his gun and rushed to the side of the house. As soon as he rushed to the grass house, he saw friendly soldiers jumping into the trench in front of the right, and some people were shooting in his direction from the edge of the first trench.

His own people, he was excited again, and finally saw his own people!

The enemy soldiers relied on the trenches and fired fiercely in counterattack.

He saw three enemy soldiers in the cross-trench less than three meters in front of him with their backs to him, one of them shooting, and the other two were bent forward.

Immediately yelled and shouted: "Rush! Suddenly the fire was fired, and the "click" strafing sound contributed to the intensity of the gunfire.

It was only for a split second that the sound of a gun in his own hand drowned out other movements that he heard in his ears! The two enemy soldiers who were moving on the cat's waist fell first, and the one who was shooting was about to turn around and shouted again: "Rush! Strafing and dashing two steps, he also killed him.

His sudden appearance caused the enemy's back to be attacked, and its stubborn resistance formation was instantly disrupted.

The sudden assistance of friendly soldiers greatly stimulated the combat nerves, and one by one they screamed louder. Those who jumped into the trenches were interspersed bravely, and those who did not jump in also jumped in one after another, taking advantage of the enemy's panic.

Advancing and firing at the few enemy soldiers in the trenches on the left, who were only showing their heads, they immediately crouched down, greatly reducing the resistance fire.

He was about to rush over to finish them off, when suddenly two enemy soldiers rushed out of the grass hut one after the other. The two were so close that they almost collided. Moving forward, there was a fire, it didn't start, and the position was empty.

The enemy soldier in front of him was also a little flustered, and forgot to fire, but picked up his gun, screamed, and smashed it on his head. The enemy behind him did not know whether he was more advanced in combat or too frightened and inexperienced, and the man was still at the door of the grass house before he rushed out, and the gun went off.