Wang Zongbao couldn't see the painful expression on Xiang Qian's face, but he knew that he was pretending to be fine. He wanted to relieve his pain, so he asked him if he wanted a cigarette, and said that he could hide in the blanket and take a few puffs like Mr. Gun's Eye.

Moving forward and shaking his head, the wound really didn't hurt him much now, but he didn't know later. As long as the bleeding is stopped and the anti-inflammatory measures are taken properly, there should be no major problems. He told Wang Zongbao to listen carefully and judge if there was any sound coming from the military blanket.

Fighting a war is sometimes a boring thing, and both sides are doing boring things, even stupid things, many times. I know the danger, but I have to do it.

Now where the artillery strike is called, why should the enemy hold on to the deadly saturation long-range attack of heavy artillery a day ago? Vehicles large and small, constantly carrying ammunition and materials for the construction of fortifications, perhaps to build it into a strong bridgehead, as a permanent stronghold?

It seems that they have come here in the right place, and in any case, it is their purpose to be able to find valuable targets in time. Although I was a little lucky, I was not lucky, everyone was desperate and risked their lives.

Moving forward and watching Mr. Guneye hide in the military blanket, he only heard a muffled voice, which was fine, don't worry about being exposed. He thought that after a while, all the hard work of the enemy would be in vain, but who knows if they were engaged in camouflage fortifications? I don't know, I can't go there and verify it myself.

Artillery and infantry scouts, pursued by enemy patrols after yesterday's shelling, made it impossible to return to the wolf's den again to find and indicate the target. But as long as the enemy is willing to trim, there are also strike artillery.

Now forward and lying in a hidden pit on the ground, waiting quietly before another night comes. Wang Zongbao was also waiting, the two of them had nothing to do for a while, they looked at each other, and they saw each other's faces a little pale.

Because he hadn't had a haircut for a long time, and his beard hadn't been shaved, it was a little funny to see Wang Zongbao's dignity when he moved forward. The two mustaches on his lips are very striking, and his face is a little muddy. Especially after his hair was left uncut for a long time, Wang Zongbao's face became very narrow.

"Wang Zongbao! How are you, it's so cold. Xiang Qian suddenly asked softly in a breath of air.

"It's very cold and raining." Wang Zongbao wiped his face with his hand, and also replied in a breathy voice.

Moving forward, he watched Wang Zongbao move in his raincoat, and turned his head to look at Mr. Cannon Eye.

Mr. Guneye had lifted the blanket and peeked out of it, and let out a long breath, probably choking. He asked Wang Zongbao to bring his military blanket.

Everyone knew that the shelling was going to start soon, and everything was waiting. Wang Zongbao suddenly said softly: "Squad leader, do you think the military union will come up again tonight?" The weather was so bad that I couldn't see anything at night. ”

"I don't know. The military industry is very bitter, not easy. Maybe it will come! What are you waiting for? "Go forward and raise your right foot on the ground a little higher and put it on your left foot.

He felt a stream of heat run down his ankles, and soon it was gone. His wounds began to feverish.

"I want to write a letter to them and bring it back." Wang Zongbao said, gently retreating.

Mr. Cannon Eye raised his wrist, brought his watch close to his eyes, looked at the time, and said to himself, "It's time to start, let's serve a few big dishes, and let them have enough to eat." It's getting dark and it may rain heavily at night. It's better for you to take a break. Listen, it's coming, it's coming......"

Soon after the call, the dull thunder finally began to sound. The artillery attack began, and countless heavy artillery pieces of different calibers began to speak, as if the earth was rejuvenated, and that earth-shattering sound always made the soldiers on the front line always feel an inexplicable nervousness and excitement.

At this time, when I heard that voice, it was not so much a kind of nervousness and excitement as a rare excitement, or a very complicated feeling. That kind of feeling can't be explained in a few words casually, it is the cycle of life, and it is the price of life and death.

This voice makes people feel emotional, and makes people feel a kind of nostalgia for life. Everyone doesn't know when the battle will end, and when the adventure of life and death will be over.

The cycle of the seasons is indicated, such as hearing the rumbling thunder on a cold winter night, and people will always be inexplicably excited to think that spring is coming. Spring is the season of yearning, but the coming season is not spring, and the rumbling sound in your ears is not real thunder, it is a soul-inducing cannonball.

As long as there is such a heavy artillery strike like rolling thunder, we know that the enemy has not yet disappeared, and everything must be carried out cruelly and ruthlessly. Until one day when the war really ended, the border people began to communicate with each other again.

Thundered...... Thundered......

Everyone listened silently, and there was no other movement on either side of the entire front line. At this time, except for the rumbling and dull thunder, it was as if there was no human activity anymore. Winter is coming, winter is over, spring is coming. Spring...... The rumbling thunder really made everyone yearn for it, thinking of the glowing life.

The ground trembled, and everyone was on the ridge, and the shells landed in the thick fog of the twilight, and nothing could be seen. Everyone just listened like that, and even a large part of the people below didn't know what the blow was.

But there is one thing that everyone should be vigilant about, the agents under the mountain will definitely come up, and such a dense fog weather may touch everyone's nose at any time. So everyone waited in silence, waiting for the enemy's sneak attack, waiting for the inevitable counterattack.

At this time, the enemy began a counter-artillery attack, and the shells of both sides fired at each other in the air to carry out penetrating and in-depth strikes. By the end of dark, sporadic artillery attacks on forward positions had begun.

This was a vent, and the artillery of both sides poured fire on each other on the front-line infantry positions. The positions behind them were also attacked by enemy shells, and from time to time the broken stones from the shells fell on the ridge, which made people feel very dangerous.

There were also huge heavy artillery explosions on the enemy's positions on both sides, especially on the left, and at a distance of fifty meters, bright lights flashed in the dense fog.

The earth shook and trembled, and many people were silent, waiting for the end of the shaking of the heavens and the earth.

The shelling continued for a long time, and it was only at ten o'clock that it completely stopped.