"That rain bead is indeed beautiful!" At this time, when he returned to reality and no longer fugue, Mr. Guneye spoke softly and sighed.

Forwards smiled. He didn't speak, he didn't say anything.

His smile was innocent.

No one knows why he laughs, he laughs like that.

After returning to reality from the fugue, he now heard the remaining raindrops dripping intermittently from the leaves of the shrubs that lurked throughout the mountains, making a lonely and monotonous sound.

He exhaled softly, then shifted his body.

In the twilight, there is so much silence around. Except for the raindrops, there seems to be no natural sound between heaven and earth. This is at the forefront, and there is no artificial noise at the moment, as if friend or foe have disappeared.

Tick, tick...... There seems to be only the falling raindrops between heaven and earth, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, beating everyone's hearts.

Everyone was silent, lying motionless in the sound of raindrops, feeling this tranquility, a terrible tranquility.

The front line really shouldn't be like this, but the front line should be. Needless to say, every storm is preceded by a suffocating and dreary tranquility.

Will there be a storm tonight? And the deadly shells, the groans of tragic death, the roars of decisive battles?

No one knew that every scout, including the gunners, could only wait in this terrible silence.

In such a situation on the front line, the wait is unbearable and unbearable. This is not a camping activity in peacetime, so you can not worry about your life. This is on the front line! There is no alternative to life and death. Everyone can only risk their own lives, ready to fight in a frightening way.

Needless to say, everyone came here for the purpose of merciless killing.

On the front line, there is no one who does not believe that he is the best soldier, no one doubts his decisive spirit, and no one does not affirm his will to fight. In a word, no one will be weak and unable to move before killing the opponent, and no one will not want to fire the enemy first when they find the opponent, and kill the opponent in a second.

What kind of young people are they? They are not very old, generally around 20 years old, young, strong, loyal, heroic, selfless, brave...... Both sides are the best and most backbone enthusiasts of their own nation, and everyone regards life and death as nothing.

Since the start of the war, so much time has passed, and the offensive and defensive positions and the slaughter of each other have been staged scene after scene. Tired, bleeding, wounded, sacrificed, the survivors are no longer afraid, the cruelty of killing the enemy has gradually distorted the nature of human goodness, and all that is thought of is how to make the other party die.

Kill, kill...... For blood, bones, dead bodies...... People are numb. But in the face of the enemy, whether attacking or defending, the desire to kill the enemy and survive is always so strong that numbness will never be there.

Perhaps the nature of a soldier should be to attack, and only by attacking and striking at the enemy can he not be hit by the enemy. But at this moment, everyone can't attack, nor defend, they can only wait passively, waiting for the next second to come, waiting for this minute to pass safely.

So the wait is impatient and stressful. In this unbearable and stressful waiting, some special people need to find a little spiritual solace to release, while others can only remain silent and endure the torment.

He sighed softly as he moved forward, and now he seemed to have a sense of relief in his heart. As the temperature dropped, he was already soaked, and his body and mind were not only not unbearable and nervous, but as fresh as the rain hitting the leaves, although he was a little dull when he looked at the natural things just now.

Yes, he does need a little bit of this stupidity to maintain his aesthetic rationality as a normal person. In his human nature, which has gradually changed through the killing, there should still be such a natural nature.

Death, life - these are the two lives on the front.

In the iron-blooded soldiers who fight on the battlefield, in fact, there should not only be a simple cognition of life and death, victory and defeat. In the horror of fighting to the death against the enemy, you should still have to preserve your good nature, and use your aesthetic ability to reconcile the cruelty and ruthlessness of your heart behind the enemy.

This is a rational need.

So he was calm, basking in the sound of raindrops falling from the leaves of the natural bushes.

Calm down! Calmness is rare and a manifestation of the excellent qualities of all servicemen.

Everyone is undoubtedly calm and has this quality.

Although the enemy was next to him, and everyone was right under the enemy's nose, everyone was like a group of leeches, lying on the ground, silent. Now you don't have to attack, destroy the enemy who is close at hand, it's rare to maintain this balance between each other, as long as you are okay with each other.

This is a kind of calmness, a calm decision, and a guarantee of safety for all.

The setting sun finally sank down the mountain, the abrupt peaks in the distance dimmed, and the last red glow on the horizon dissipated. The wind blew, and in the poignant dusk of the jungle peaks, the twilight was vast, and the gloom of the light became more and more intense. The people of the current enemy, the great enemy on this mountain, are about to usher in another darkness of the earth, and then carefully wait for the dawn in the long cold night.

Seeing that the night is getting thicker and thicker, the forest birds are returning to their nests, and the insects and ants may all have entered the holes, and the annoying blood-sucking mosquitoes will not come again tonight. At this time, the wind is getting colder and colder, the temperature is getting colder and colder, and there is an unbearable cold on the highlands at dusk due to the inability to move.

Although the wind is not violent, the heat on the body disappears with the wind, and the skin naturally shrinks to preserve the heat from being dissipated, so even the goosebumps on the back of the hands are layer after layer of uncomfortable. Go forward and start to hold your luck, tense the muscles around you, then relax, tense again, and relax again. After doing this more than a dozen times, he now felt much better, so he listened attentively to the sound of raindrops remaining on the leaves.

The ticking sound became less and less, and in the intermittent sound of raindrops, he heard everyone in his class adjusting their breathing and performing the muscle movements he had just done. Everyone is dealing with the cold, and the more it gets in the middle of the night, the more difficult it will become. But please don't catch a cold, fever, or diarrhea, this is not something that a soldier can get sick of, especially on the front line, not at all.

He looked back at his comrades behind him, then turned his head and continued to look in front of him in the direction of the surveillance target. The comrades behind him were well hidden, and he couldn't see a few. The valley ahead, his vision was blurred by the darkness of night, and he saw nothing.

Smoke may rise again in the villages of the lower reaches of the valley and then gradually dissipate.

He heard people talking and smoking in the enemy positions on the left. In the fresh air, the smoke drifted in the wind, and everyone could smell it faintly. It shouldn't be the smell of smoke that can come from the left, more than fifty meters away, it can't be.

Moving forward began to have some doubts, could it be my own people? But he believes that everyone will never fail to enforce latent discipline.

Then the only possibility is that in the grass under the ridge on the left, the enemy lurkers have come up. So early they started the action! It could also be patrolmen, who strengthened the patrol blockade down the mountain.

In any case, tonight will be a long one, and I am afraid it will not be easy. I don't know what else is going to happen, and I am very worried about the completion of the mission, and they must protect the gunners, which is absolutely not to be missed.

So far, everyone has been lying on the ground like this for seventeen or eighteen hours, and it has been safe for seventeen or eighteen hours. But it is difficult to predict what will happen in the next second, will the enemy come with bullets and shoot blindly? Everyone was so worried in their hearts, that it would be difficult for the enemy to carry out fire reconnaissance, blindly shoot guns, and rain bullets towards the ridge.

Then the only way to pray to God will not let the enemy have such a whim. On the premise that there is no exposure, the enemy will not be so bored and shoot here casually, right? Think forward.

Everyone is very convinced of this.

After looking at the village in front of him for a while, he put down his binoculars and rubbed his eyes. This kind of observation in the dark light, although it is not too long, makes his eyesight tired and a little dizzy.

When he raised his head, he inadvertently saw the leaf in front of him again, and less than two feet in front of his head, the rain and dew beads condensed again, still so round, but lost the crystal clear brilliance and the fantastic beauty that it gave people.

The raindrop that hung on the tip of the blade in front of his head just now had fallen for a while in the wind swinging the leaves, and now it was not easy to accumulate such a large one in the incessant wind. It shook gently.

The leaf was on the edge of the cliff, so close to him that he could touch it and pluck it with a gentle stretch of his hand. But he didn't do that, he wasn't that stupid, he just stared at it like he had just done.

Indeed, he now has a special affection for this leaf. For some reason, he flickered in his mind the shadow of another bead left behind after the rain of another leaf.

That's also such a rain and dew, such a pitiful.

That had been several days ago, and he vividly remembered it the day after he left Scout Training Camp. On the artillery position, after the rain, the sky was clear, and there was a small tree, and there was also a dew drop on the leaves, which was crystal clear. For some reason, in his heart at that time, he felt that it was a strange beauty, and there was an indescribable charm that attracted him.

"It's time to dig a hidden pit." It was Mr. Blasteye who said in his ear.

Forward immediately came back from the illusion and nodded.

It's getting completely dark, and they need to do something to keep themselves safe. If the enemy does not take the initiative, they have to take the initiative.