"Gadai, I often look up at the stars at night now, maybe only those familiar stars remind me of my hometown.

In front of us is a vast field of snow, it seems so strange, there is no such large area of wilderness in our hometown.

Behind him was a bonfire lit at night, where the baggage of our 40th Wing was located. ”

Yano, who was on duty tonight, was sleepy, and he was muttering to himself and began to imagine writing a letter to his wife.

It had been a while since the letter had been written, and the temperature had undoubtedly dropped a lot compared to the daytime, and Yano felt a little frozen.

So, he tentatively stepped down with his foot, and felt that his feet had become harder than the soft feeling of the day, and the snow that had turned into snow during the day was now frozen into ice stubble.

Yano stomped his foot lightly to relieve some of the cooler feet, but he heard a crisp sound of stubble under his feet.

The sound startled him, and the other sentry dozens of meters away from him was startled, and Yano heard the sound of his companion pulling the bolt, and hurriedly whispered, "It's okay, I accidentally stepped on the ice." ”

His companion apparently heard his answer, and muttered a word of silence, presumably having put his gun down.

Yano, who was in trouble, didn't dare to stomp his feet anymore and began to mumble his oral letter again.

"Gadai, do you remember when the two of us first met, we once walked in the snow like this? Do you remember when I told you that if you had a pair of wings, I would love to take your hand and walk above the stars? Later, when the two of us got married, you said that you thought I was romantic, so you agreed to my request to let you be my wife.

A walk through the stars was romantic but not destined to come true, but I now have a better idea, and I think I'll take your hand for a walk here when we've laid the ground. ”

It had become customary for Yano to write letters to his family in this way when he was on duty, although the next morning he would deliberately forget the contents of the letter, and then on the next duty, he would write a second letter based on what he saw in front of him, and then forget it, and so on.

Just as he was trying to start the next paragraph, he heard a crisp sound from dozens of meters away, and Yano involuntarily wanted to pull the bolt, but at the moment he pulled it, he suddenly laughed, and the finger that grabbed the bolt released again.

This guy, he was also afraid of the cold and broke the ice under his feet, and said what about me. Yano thought.

Sure enough, there was no sound on that side.

Yano hadn't thought that there would be a Shina attack, but the thought was dismissed by him just for a flash in his mind.

By the light of the bonfire that had not yet been extinguished, he could still see that it was dozens of meters away, and no one could get close to him right under his nose.

Yano stretched out his foot and gently tried the snow under his feet, it was good, the night was colder and it was already frozen, and he began to pace carefully again.

And it was obvious that his companion was already napping.

He knew that the guy had secretly brought out a small stool when he was on duty, after all, they were all veterans, and there had never been an attack by the Chinese army in such a gentle area.

Of course, if the old soldiers of Shina shoot at them from a distance, there is no way, and if they fight for the emperor, they will have the consciousness of death, which is not something he can control.

Yano first took a dozen or so steps in the direction of his companion, and by the glimmer of light, he saw that his companion was already sitting on a small stool, resting his head on his curled knees.

This guy is getting bolder, and he has to ask me to stand guard for him. Yano said secretly.

He looked into the distance in the direction of his companion, and it was still the same deep night, and there was nothing out of the ordinary, so he turned again and began to pace.

Although the weather is very cold, each has its own responsibilities, and he can't always run into the range of others, or why don't arrange so many sentinels, one is completely enough, and it is easy to cause misunderstandings.

But just as Yano turned around, he didn't know that the companion he had seen asleep on a small stool suddenly stood up and ran towards him softly and quickly with a speed as light as a tanuki running through a house.

Just as Yano was wondering where he had just written, he felt a gust of wind rushing behind him.

He subconsciously wanted to turn around, but his neck was pinched from behind by a pair of large hands, followed by a soft crunch.

Yano's weight was all concentrated on the big hands that crushed his throat, and his body slowly slumped as the big hand that choked his throat moved downward.

His eyes widened and he began to look up at the increasingly blurred starlight, he didn't expect that the letter he wrote tonight would turn into a suicide note.

If he could have thought of this, he would have preferred to lead his wife for a walk above the stars than to probe his long feet across the sea to a place where he should never have been.

He mistook the sound of his throat bone being crushed for the same sound of stepping on ice stubble as himself!

The man who had pinched Yano to death, seeing that his prey was no longer silent, put his foot lightly on the ground, and a rifle slowly fell to the ground.

It turned out that at the moment when he pinched his opponent to death, he used his foot very lightly and calmly to hook the 38 big cover that fell from the man's dead hand as soon as he let go.

In this flat and unobstructed snowfield, only Huo Xiaoshan was the only one who killed two Japanese sentry posts one after another.

When that Yano looked into the distance, he naturally didn't find Huo Xiaoshan, because when the Japanese army was camping, Huo Xiaoshan and his more than 100 men were lying less than 100 meters away from the first Japanese sentry who was killed.

Their cotton clothes were still worn backwards, and when the Japanese army was in the night camp, it was already dark, and the Japanese sentries did not even notice the enemy lying less than 100 meters away.

If other units were hiding 100 meters away from the Japanese army, they would have opened fire at night.

However, Huo Xiaoshan and they don't, it has become a tradition for the direct battalion to touch the sentry.

The baggage troops attacking the Japanese army at night naturally got as close to the Japanese army as possible, and the later they were discovered by the Japanese army, the better, so that they had enough time to turn the originally starry night into a night of murder with a dark moon and high wind.

In the short time when it was getting dark, Huo Xiaoshan had already discovered that a Japanese sentry was actually on duty with a small stool.

Why do you bring a stool? Does this need to be asked? Nature is for sitting.

Why do you sit down, naturally to take a nap when you are sleepy.

So, everything fell into place.

After killing the first sentry, he heard the second sentry, Yano, walking towards him, so he took a small stool and sat there himself to block the body of the first sentry.

At that moment, Yano's death was already doomed, no matter whether he advanced or retreated, Huo Xiaoshan was sure that his death would not be discovered by other Japanese soldiers.

At this time, Huo Xiaoshan listened to the movements around him, and saw that there was nothing unusual, but he took out a box gun bullet from his pocket and threw it into the distance.

As a result, after a while, more than 100 soldiers of the directly subordinate battalion, who were also wearing cotton clothes and holding weapons, appeared behind Huo Xiaoshan, who had already turned around and touched the Japanese camp, in the smallest voice.