Everyone may have been infected and did not speak for a while.

After a while, the fellow said, "We always mention you, saying that you are not easy, and we remember you." This time, there is also a fellow who was selected as a commando to fight, and I don't know what the situation is, so he should be back soon. ”

The dull sound of thunder continued to fill the world before dusk, as if far away and yet very close.

"We've done a lot of preparation this time and we're waiting for them to come back in triumph. What I didn't expect was that you came out halfway, but fortunately, everything was well prepared, and no matter how many people came, they could handle it. ”

"Huh, huh? Which one is the fellow you are talking about, which one is the one who hit? No wonder there was a long period of high-density shelling last night, and I guess the mission should have been successful, not a problem. It may be a little difficult to evacuate, and the enemy will not be beaten in vain. ”

"It's usually like this, it's easy to come back in the past."

By about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, some more wounded were being sent in from other places. There were more and more people in the front-line ambulance station, and the fellow had to be busy and left.

Wu Anbang looked at everyone who came here and was dirty, and some of their clothes even had dark red blood stains left by the previous battle. These are battle-hardened warriors! Repeatedly went to the front line, was wounded, and sometimes hurried back to the battlefield without waiting for recovery.

When it was almost dark, a group of tired soldiers came from the cold rain and fog, more than 100 people in front and back, causing a commotion.

The medical staff were busy and asked everyone to get out of the way.

Most of these people were injured to varying degrees, and I don't know where they came from. Listening to them, it is estimated that they went on a sortie mission last night.

The rumbling thunder was still ringing between heaven and earth, and there was no intention of stopping. The shelling has been intermittent and of considerable intensity from last night to now. We poured into the past, and the enemy also had sporadic counterattacks.

At night, there was no moon, it was pitch black outside, and the sound of the night rain dripping on the leaves was far and near.

But after listening to it for a long time, there is nothing, and besides, it is not something that can stimulate the mental reaction of the front-line soldiers.

The rumbling cannon has been silenced for some time, as if it had never been. The warriors were sitting or lying, some of them already asleep.

It seemed too quiet in the bomb shelter to even snore, and I couldn't sleep as I moved forward. The leg injury wasn't painful, maybe it was numbness, but it was fine.

Just as he had nothing to do, his heart was empty, and suddenly he turned his head, and saw a wounded soldier writing a letter in the ammunition box in the dim candlelight.

Viewed from the side, the silhouette of the man's face appears small, probably due to the thick bandage on his head.

He should be writing letters, so earnestly and without distractions, the tip of the pen rattling on the paper. He never expected that there was a strange comrade-in-arms beside him watching him at this time, guessing what he had written, and making very bad predictions.

Thinking about it, what he wrote may not be a good book, and the next time he goes to the front, he may not be so lucky, but he is wounded.

The warrior would be unhappy if he could understand what someone was thinking about him at this time, but he was so focused that he didn't explain the hearts of others, and even if he noticed the attention of others, he couldn't do it.

The distance between the two was less than two arm's length, and he looked at him from the side, thinking further in his heart - this kid is not very old! His face was thin, small and well-defined, though set off by a tight bandage.

In addition to a head injury, he was reinforced with planks on his legs.

Forward, he must have left a lot of blood on the front line, and made a life-and-death struggle. He couldn't help but feel a wave of sympathy, happy that he was alive. Where is he from? How big is it? Both parents are still alive, right? Must be worried about him?

Xiang Qian suddenly became very interested in knowing this, wanting to know everything about him. He really wanted to get to know him, be friends, and talk to him.

Maybe he also has a girlfriend who loves him, waiting for him to return triumphantly to get married and start a family. And now he's writing to her? Or are you reporting safety to your family? He's speculating.

If he hadn't enlisted in the army and was called up to the front by order, he would have been a person who could enjoy a happy life.

Moving forward is a sure of that. Seeing that he does not lack arms or legs, he is young and strong, and he can definitely create his own life with his own hands and walk well on the road of life.

In this way, he seems to be a loyal and kind man. This kind of person has a lot in life, ordinary and ordinary, but he has inherited the ancestral teachings and has traditional virtues.

The embodiment of this virtue in the family is that you can honor your parents and love your children. If he gets married and starts a family, he should have a good wife who cares about him, and he will never let his wife suffer any grievances.

Xiang Xiang Gu thought to himself, and was a little worried about him - what will happen to him in the next battle? He also thought that he must not die in the future battle, and that it was best to save himself, not lack his limbs, and go back in good health.

No matter whether he comes from the countryside or the city, he should be safe, go through life and death, and after returning from the front line, he will definitely become the kind of person who knows how to cherish a happy life, and will become a good citizen who abides by the law.

He was sure of that!

However, before he was honorably discharged from the army, he should have completed at least a few necessary hardware as capital that could be accepted for placement: a small position, a sergeant squad leader; The ideology is not high, and he joins the party in the line of fire; There are not many meritorious contributions, and the third prize medal.

In this way, you can go back and have a quiet job, and you don't have to work hard and worry about making a living in the future.

But who knows, maybe the next battle, he will die and lie quietly in this mountainous jungle forever.

Those relatives who cared for him from afar were not even able to see him for the last time.

He suddenly stopped his pen and reached into his jacket pocket to feel something. But then he sighed.

Seeing this, he hurried forward and touched his jacket pocket, the bag of coffin nails he got here had not yet been drawn.

The warrior was bored, and suddenly there was a snap, and a cigarette flew from the air and fell on the ammunition box in front of him.

This is really a send-off!

"Thank you, dude!" He turned his head and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. Then he turned his head and stretched the "coffin nail" between his lips to the candlelight, and sucked in sharply.

Seeing him raise the cigarette butt in his hand towards him as a sign of gratitude, he smiled and waved his hand forward.

In this way, they are considered acquainted.