At the end of the assessment, we will continue to learn the basic tactics of individual soldiers, which are also the infantry tactics in the infantry drill code, mainly to combine the basic skills of individual soldiers with specific terrain and environment.

At this time, Sangou finally received a letter from home, such as a treasure, looking at the address sent from home, the hand that opened the letter, couldn't help but tremble.

I couldn't wait to open the letterhead and read it, only to realize that I had received the two letters I had written last year, but they had arrived home at about the same time.

After reading the letter, Sangou was filled with joy and sorrow, happy that his family was safe and sound, and he basically knew that he was studying at the Whampoa Military Academy, and he would not be found again without news.

The worry is that the family thought he was dead before, and they made him a grave, which turned out to be what happened when Sangou was a porter last year.

Last year, on the gate ridge, after killing a bandit informant with the porter brothers, the bandits chased and killed them, killed Laigui and fine hair, and the three dogs fled to the Twenty-Eight Capital Inn to hide from the bandits.

I heard that someone collected the body on Damenling Mountain, and everyone mistakenly thought it was Laigui's family, but they didn't expect it to be Sangou's family who took away the body of the orphan Fine Mao.

The letter said that there was a sweat towel of Mingyue on the arm of the body, and Sangou naturally remembered that the bandits were in a hurry that night, and they didn't know what strips of cloth they had touched to bandage the wounds of fine hair.

When he hid in the Twenty-Eight Capital Inn during the day, he found that the sweat towel he was hiding was gone, and he slowly recalled that he realized that he had bandaged the wound with fine hair.

At that time, the fine hair had already died on the mountain, and it was impossible for Sangou to get back the sweat towel, although the sweat towel that Mingyue gave him was very important for Sangou, but in that case, no matter how important it was, it was not as important as saving his life, so he could only give up.

I didn't expect this little mistake to cause such a big deviation, the family took this as evidence, and the fine hair was regarded as three dogs, and transported home, buried with great fanfare, and now, the surrounding ten miles and eight villages, all think that he is dead.

What's even more unacceptable is that Mingyue also thought that Sangou was dead and finally married Zheng Shoucheng; For the three dogs who have been thinking about going home and marrying Mingyue, it is like a bolt from the blue.

As if he had been knocked on a stick, the whole person of Sangou was stunned, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses, looked up to the sky and sighed, what about it, is it providential?

In the past half a year, God has played a big joke on him, originally the three dogs have already accepted their fate, Mingyue does not belong to him, but belongs to the city.

From that night, when Mingyue dragged him to elope, although Sangou was forced to follow, after being caught up by Mingcheng and them in the end, he heard the conversation between Mingcheng and Mingyue:

said that let Mingyue go home first, and the family could consider and agree to Mingyue and Sangou's marriage; The flame of hope of the three dogs was ignited again.

Then more than a month of hard life as a porter, in order to do something, is to work hard, to earn back the money, to earn back the dream.

But people are really not as good as the sky, but they wet the bed in the morning, and wait until the last day to go home, but they make a mistake and are chased and killed by the hateful bandits, not only all the money they earn is gone, but they put this time into it.

It was this damn half a year that kept him from getting in touch with his family; From this letter, I learned that the family thought he was dead, and Mingyue also married Shoucheng.

This news is going to make the three dogs crazy, how can this be? How can this be? Aren't I alive and well, still here, okay, why is this like this?

Thinking about it carefully, didn't I write a letter home as soon as I entered the Whampoa Military Academy in October last year, why was it delayed for so long on the road and didn't arrive home until February this year?

This letter has been on the road for four months, why is it so long, and the reply from home, now counted, sent in February, and now received in March, it is only a month.

Was it the first letter that delayed those months that these things happened at home? This damn post office, you're delaying me not just three months, it's my whole life.

It may be that at that time last year, the Shangrao area was at a critical juncture in the suppression of bandits, and the letters and other things exchanged along the way were very strict.

But no matter how strict the investigation is, why is it delayed for three months? Why did this kind of thing fall on me? Sangou was angry and annoyed.

At that time, the postal system was not perfect, and there were cases of lost letters, or in modern times, there were also cases of lost letters, but there were only a few, and there were other ways to contact to replace them.

But back then, there was only one way to send a letter, and if I didn't receive it, I could only write it again, if it was something unimportant, it would be good, but when it came to something important, just like Sangou, it would be a big mistake.

This matter, after a big circle, finally went back again, and Mingyue finally defended the city; I knew that this would be the result today, but why bother like that?

Providence is providence, providence is difficult to disobey, although the three dogs are helpless, sad, and angry, they also have to bow their heads to God.

The world is unpredictable, and many things seem to be stable at the beginning, but the final result is still thousands of miles away; People, sometimes, have to accept their fate, but they don't admit it, so what can they do, just like now, still die?

It's impossible, after more than half a year of training, Sangou is no longer a weak scholar, whether it is physical or psychological, his ability to bear has increased greatly.

There's no way, life has to go on, life is unsatisfactory in ten **, you can only enlighten yourself, but no matter how you enlighten yourself, this strength really can't be slowed down all of a sudden, after all, it's not a small thing, according to the past, it was a big thing.

Sangou supported himself, wore the uniform of the military academy, went to take a photo, waited for the photo to be washed out, and then replied to the letter, and also wrote his birthday according to the requirements of his parents, similar to the current password verification, to verify the identity.

At the end of the letter, a sentence was added, saying, "Let him be there in the grave of fine hair, he is an orphan, and he is also his brother, and he can be said to be another son of his parents."

The grave can not be moved if it can be moved, or a wordless tombstone can be added to it. (Or, you don't have to move anything, the previous three dogs died, really died.) ）

As for Mingyue, Sangou didn't mention it in the letter.

Originally, Sangou wanted to wait until the day of school for a long vacation, and go back to his hometown by himself, but now it's like this, and he really doesn't want to go back, and now the only thing to worry about at home is his family, and they are all safe, so it's okay.

As for the money owed to Mingyue, save some for yourself, save it, it's enough, and then find a way to ask someone to take it home, and let her mother return it to Mingyue, which is considered to be the end of this matter.

……

You are the bright moon in the sky,

And I, I'm just a dog,

A dog with a deflated tail,

A lame dog who learns to be a wolf,

Learn to be a wolf, howling at the moon,

The voice is never as loud or long as that of a wolf.

You are Chang'e in the bright moon,

And I'm just a pig,

Every night in the pigsty where you can't get out,

Looking at the moon sleepless, nervous pigs,

Even if you grow up and become a pig,

Even if you come back after a catastrophe and become Marshal Tianpeng,

That Chang'e is not my Chang'e.

In this world,

It's really better not to have three dogs, right?

May this,

The raindrops of heaven smashed me to death,

The ants on the ground trampled me to death;

Or, with the mud of oblivion,

Come and bury my ridiculous bones,

That way, you won't have to play tricks on me anymore,

No one will laugh at me anymore,

There's no chance to trample on me.

This dream was finally shattered,

as trivial and messy as a chicken feather;

Like tiny wildflowers deep in the mountains,

From bloom to withering, no one knows,

And no one, will take a look.

from now on

There is no night that can make me sleep,

There is no dawn that wakes me up.

Thousands of mountains and rivers, I haven't gone far, but there is only my back,

I'm still young, but I'm already old.

……

(End of chapter)