The supporting shelling stopped, the smoke cleared, and the advance stared closely at Taniguchi, never seeing anyone come out.

"It can't be a mistake, right?" Mr. Cannon Eye beside him was anxious and scolded.

Laugh forward.

His laughter, Li Guoshi understood and did not make a sound.

"Tell me, will they be all glorious in it?" Mr. Blaster is not actually a person who cannot be saved when he sees death, and now he understands moving forward.

"Rest assured, they should be scouts of the infantry. Climbing cliffs and walking on the wall, that's a unique job. ”

"Really? That's good! , I'm sweating and it's hotter! ”

In the telescope, the grass on the edge of the valley began to churn, wave after wave, like water waves.

The wind finally picked up ahead, but now it was dark, and dark clouds hung over the mountain. No one was allowed to prepare, and it suddenly rained heavily.

The rain came as fast as the artillery bombardment just now, and it was there. The rain curtain was spread up from the lower reaches of the valley, and in an instant it was accompanied by lightning and thunder, and the huge thunder and dazzling lightning were terrifying. Everyone didn't have time to put on their raincoats and was drenched.

Because it's too hot, everyone doesn't want to wear a raincoat. Let the rain get wet, but feel much better.

Comfortable! Readily!

Everyone lay on the ground, enjoying the hot rain. There is no one who does not feel that this rain came at the right time and was refreshing.

But at night, they will suffer. How cold is it at night? The wind on the mountain was blowing incessantly, and people shivered with cold. Now I'm wet, my clothes can't dry, and at night, I'll sleep outside for the same sin!

If you suffer, you will suffer, after all, it will be a matter of night. Now it's important to cool down.

Also take the opportunity to drink water quickly and fill the kettle with a raincoat.

Boom, boom, torrential rain, and it was pouring quite violently. In addition to a certain range of movements of hands and feet, everyone's body is always lying tightly on the ground, regardless of the wind and rain.

The wind shook the branches and blades of grass on the ridge, occasionally exposing those who were hiding inside. If there are enemy troops monitoring this place on the high ground on both sides, it will be exposed.

At night either shifted, or masked fortifications were dug.

Heavy rain fell for more than an hour amid lightning and thunder. After the wind stopped, the raindrops subsided. There was not a dry place on the ridge, and there was no dry place on everyone's body.

The clouds cleared, and the sun reappeared, hanging high in the westerly sky.

The water on the surface of the ridge was still flowing to a low place, and when I turned my head forward, I saw that the gunners and Li Guoshi had become soup chickens, especially the gunners' hair was long, divided into several locks, and pasted on their foreheads, which looked very funny. He couldn't help but want to laugh, and when he saw that Mr. Guneye was also looking at him, he gently wiped the rain from his face with his hand and nodded at him.

In the rain just now, I watched the river in the valley downstream slowly rise and become a little muddy. The muddy water that flowed down the hill after the bombardment was particularly yellow and turbid, and all of it fell into the river, and the green water became a bit of the color of mung beans.

The light of the sun has lost its viciousness just now, and now it is very gentle, and it is probably impossible to give it a little more strength. After all, the sun is thinning, and evening is coming.

The wind was blowing and everyone was feeling a little cold.

Moving forward and looking around, listening intently to the movements of the enemy on both sides of the hills, there was nothing. The river valley in front is still green, and no one would think it is a beautiful place if it hadn't been for the two shellings just now.

The sun was sinking further and further to the west, and it was the same dark cloud, but in clusters, trimmed with gold, adding to the beauty of a more and more bleak twilight.

A leaf still shone with a round and full dew of rain, hanging not far in front of the forward, hanging in the air. Maybe a gust of wind will come and it will fall.

Looking at it forward, he became a little dumbfounded, and thought to himself.

There is an extraordinarily clear in the rain and dew drops on the tip of the leaf, no smoke and dust, no blood stains, as if it is the most holy thing in the world. The raindrops are shining with the light of the setting sun, and in its dazzling and transparent shining, there is a kind of fantasy beauty.

Forward, he kept staring. At this moment, there is no fighting on the front line, because it should be said that there is no fighting at the front at dusk. He looked intently, and there was a sculptural attachment to his face.

It's a rare silence on the battlefield, and it's even rarer to appreciate the beauty of nature with such devotion.

He was so serious that he had forgotten when and where he was. He lay on his stomach on the ridge, his head up, like a curious child, and his sculptural pale face gradually regained a kind of concentration and fascination.

What the hell is that?

Both Mr. Cannon Eye and Li Guoshi were attracted to him, and both looked at the place where his gaze was condensed.

It was just a drop of rain dew, a common thing after rain in the most ordinary mountain jungles. But at this moment, why can this rain and dew bead bring him so much attraction? The two of them looked at him, couldn't bear to disturb him, and didn't say anything, so they continued to observe the direction of the target.

This kind of fascination and concentration is something he has never had in his life. Perhaps he himself did not know that he was so drawn by something simple, and it was probably just that he was searching for something in the depths of his soul in the battlefield, and now he had sustenance.

Rain and dew beads, he likes such crystal clear things.

It was as if there was a dense foggy dusk in front of me, the humidity was very high, the light was not good, and a person rushed out of the tunnel...... The shells were exploding, flashing brightly and flickering, and the smoke was filling...... There was no one, and in the mixture of fog and smoke, he could see only the round and crystalline dew condensed on the unburned grass on the edge of the trench......

What a beauty it was, something in the battlefield that made him feel bleak and miserable.

At this time, the sound of the explosion like thunder had already gone to heaven with the fall of dusk, and it could no longer shock people. The billowing smoke over the valley has also been washed away by the torrential rain, and it no longer turns into dust particles and disperses in the air. The mountains at dusk are continuous, and the majestic dark clouds on the western horizon are getting thicker and thicker, and the cloud peaks are connected, standing abruptly and erect. The afterglow of the setting sun was unusually brilliant on the edge of the clouds, indicating a kind of post-war generosity.

Now he was looking through that drop of rain and dew at that generosity, and in that he saw a kind of heroism. Leaving his hometown, embarking on a journey, coming to the mountainous jungle of the southern country, shouldering the mission, facing the rain of bullets, rushing through the gunsmoke, walking into the preset trap of death again and again, and bravely escaping from the grip of death's big hand again and again. In the life-and-death struggle with the enemy, what did he gain and what did he lose?

It's a daunting question.

Maybe he has lost nothing, his life is still his own, his hands and feet are sound, his pride and bravery, his sincerity and blood, he has not lost anything. But when he first took up arms to destroy the enemy, his life was no longer his own. Who does he belong to? His youth is still with a childish face, and who can understand the inner maturity that cannot be concealed?

Now, his lips were like dried fish, open and motionless. He looked at it with such a daze, and he didn't know what he longed for. What are you looking for?

The wind blew, and it was especially cold on the ridge.

Flashing, silent.

It wasn't lightning, it was the raindrop in front of him.

Seems too fragile! Beauty, especially natural beauty, is always easy to disappear. Just like human life, those healthy and brave sacrificed comrades-in-arms, at the age of eighteen or nineteen, in the rain of bullets on the front line, are so unshot.

The dew finally disappeared with the wind in the trembling of the leaves, fell, and disappeared in an instant. Moving forward, because God could be seen, and with the falling beads, there was a light of nostalgia for life in his eyes.

He seemed to feel sorry.

The crystal clear raindrops fell, and the leaves of the bushes on the ridge at dusk and twilight had become a vitality that did not match the season after being beaten by the wind and rain.

He moved his neck.