Morning Star (1)

In the afternoon. Zhang Songling and Zhao Tianlong and others with the help of herders. Xiao Wu's body was found at the big bend of the Liuhua River. The face has been slightly distorted by the river. But it still shows his determination when he died." Shoot. Don't embarrass me.". These are the last words of Xiao Wu in the memories of Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Songling. When it was discovered that the two did not have the courage to shoot themselves. He resolutely chose to sink himself.

"Brother. You're a man.." Zhao Tianlong stretched out his hand. Pick up a piece of aquatic grass from Xiao Wu's hair. By the way, comb each other's jet-black hair with your fingers. The face under the hair is very young. It looks almost the same age as Zhang Songling. Because most of the time before his life was very prosperous. Xiao Wu's complexion is whiter than most Chinese at the moment. And the smoothness is abnormal. It made him look very bookish. It is almost incompatible with the rough living environment of the grassland. This is one of the main reasons why he was never able to integrate into the guerrillas. A group of rough old men begging for a living on horseback. It must be easier to accept a black fat man like Zhang Songling who is covered with scars. Instead of a white-faced scholar who knows at first glance that he is completely different from himself. Although the black fat man was also born in a well-off family. The stomach is filled with a lot of ink.

"Don't be in a hurry. Walk slowly. Wait to catch Yellowbeard. He shot you a few times today. I'll double down on your back." Zhang Songling lightly helped Wu sort out his clothes. Solemnly promised. By heart. He actually looked down on Xiao Wu a little. I don't like the arrogance of the other party. I don't like the other party's behavior of comparing everything with himself. Before I heard the gunshots of Yellowbeard and the others. He even thought about it. The next time you catch up with each other. Fired at the back of Yellowbeard's head. Although the result of doing so. Most likely, he killed Yellowbeard. And Yellowbeard and the little minions next to him are on their deathbed. also smashed Xiao Wu's head with a pistol. But it's better than watching them take Xiao Wu into the Black Stone Village. With the strength of the guerrillas now. Storm the Black Stone Village. Even if you can get the full cooperation of Zhou Hei Carbon. It will also come at an unusually heavy price. And look at Xiao Wu Pingsu's polite appearance. It's not like a master who can survive torture. In case he confesses all the information he has to the little devil. It wasn't just the Lamagou guerrillas who suffered losses. and even the entire Chabei Military Division. will be severely affected. After all, Xiao Wu is the head of the telecommunications team of the guerrillas. Before I come down. He also worked in the security department of the military division for a period of time.

However. Zhang Songling now has to admit it. himself and Zhao Tianlong. I did look down on Xiao Wu before. What he and Zhao Tianlong have. Xiao Wu is actually quite the same. It's just that Xiao Wu has been working in the big rear before. There was no chance to show his courage and determination. When I saw the corpse of the war horse that had always been tied to Xiao Wu. Zhang Songling even felt a little shocked. He couldn't imagine it anyway. Just with a mouth. How could Xiao Wu, who was polite and polite, bite such a deep wound on the neck of the war horse. Deep enough to drive warhorses crazy. Deep enough for the horses to rush into the rapids without a clear direction. Even forget about the animal instinct to survive.

Guan Haozhe and several other guerrillas also silently surrounded him. Lifted Xiao Wu's remains on a makeshift stretcher. They were to carry their comrades back to the camp on stretchers. Don't let him suffer from the bumps on horseback again. Xiao Wu is a hero. It's worth everyone to do it for him. Although a day before. There were several of them. once secretly muttered about Xiao Wu's shortcomings.

It's not just them who quietly blame themselves in their hearts. When the team and the pick-up brought by Redbeard converged. Almost all the partisans. His face changed again and again in an instant. Some people remembered Xiao Wu Pingsu's arrogance again. Some people remembered Xiao Wu's carefulness and attention in daily life. There are others. I remembered some time ago. The baseless gossip in the camp. Everyone didn't actually want to hit Xiao Wu. It's just human instinct. It's just a bit of a rejection of newcomers. Especially when a lot of habits are out of step with the guys in this newcomer. The power of this rejection becomes more and more apparent.

However. And now they're just discovering it. In fact, Xiao Wu, the head of the telecommunications team, is no different from himself. They all want to do their part for the country. They all want to drive the little devil back to their hometown as soon as possible. In times of need in the Motherland . will not hesitate to give everything they have. Including blood and life.

Compared to the majority of the guerrillas. Xiao Wu's dedication is even more proactive. Be more conscious. With his family background and academic qualifications. Even if you don't come to the guerrillas. You can also find a relatively safe place to serve the country in the rear. He can even rely on connections in the family and connections in school. Seek an official position in Chongqing that is not too low. In that case. He will also get more opportunities to show his talents. It's easier to get ahead. and even on the rise.

"Give me my head up." I noticed that the guerrillas around me were very depressed. Redbeard tore his throat in time. Boost morale." Since we have chosen this path. Inevitably, there will be sacrifices. Today it's Xiao Wu. Tomorrow could be you. Or maybe it's me."

He wasn't in good health. His voice was a little hoarse. But listen to everyone's ears. But the chaotic mind gradually regained peace." Xiao Wu sacrificed. as his comrade-in-arms. Everyone remembers him. Condolences to his remains. That's as it should be. But instead of spending too much energy mourning the victims. It's better to think about it. How to carry on his legacy. Think about it. How can you make yourself more useful? Drive the little devil back to his hometown as soon as possible. Such. Xiao Wu's sacrifice will be more meaningful. Such. When you and I face that day in the future. will tell yourself calmly. What Lao Tzu should do. It's all already done. Old self in this life. No complaints, no regrets."

"Captain Wang." A few of the fighters who had previously muttered the most about Xiao Wu in private had red eyes. Weeping bitterly. At this moment. They are the ones who feel the most uncomfortable in my heart. The most regrettable. It's also them. If God is willing to give me a chance. They even wish it was themselves who were lying on the stretcher at the moment. And not Xiao Wu. After all, Xiao Wu Pingsu behaved arrogantly. No longer social. Give advice to people on the bright side. And not like them. You will only point your finger when someone else turns around.

"Cry what cry. Do you want Xiao Wu to go uneasy?" Redbeard glared at a few people. Shout at you." I wiped the cat urine clean. Straighten my waist for me. We'll have to show Xiao Wu. Is his sacrifice worth it?"

Sniffed hard. Turn your head. He shouted at the brothers who were carrying the stretcher. Come people. Give me a hug of Xiao Wu on the horse. Let's take turns holding him. Let's go on the last journey together."

"Send Brother Wu on the horse." Zhao Tianlong instigated his mount to walk over. Stretch out your big hand towards the stretcher. The brothers who were carrying the stretcher slowly stopped. Leaned over and picked up Xiao Wu. Sent him to Zhao Tianlong's arms.

He held Xiao Wu in front of his saddle with both hands. Zhao Tianlong lightly knocked the stirrup. The yellow fat horse knows the mind of the owner. Carefully move your hooves. Take small steps with a steady pace. Carrying Xiao Wu and his own master towards the direction of the camp.

The guerrillas set up their mounts. Silently keep up. The whole team galloped through the turquoise grassland like a swimming dragon. Towards the sun. Forward. Forward. Keep going. This way. They walked without fear. No regrets.