I patrolled the traffic trench with my sniper rifle in my hand, trying to keep myself as busy as possible to pass the boring time: "Hey, what a bastard is the shirtless man at the observation post!" Looking for a whip to draw? Put your clothes on! ”

Two artillerymen were repairing the damaged wheels, and I asked Wang Sibao to find a few people to help carry the barrels. Wang Sibao muttered: "They have very good artillery, and they never help us build fortifications, but ask us to help them ......."

"How can you charge without artillery cover? Rushing with bullets? "I kicked Wang Sibao's reluctant ass.

We have ushered in a break in the war, and although it may seem a little boring, at least we don't have to fight hard, we don't have to rain bullets, and if possible, I think it's not a good thing to get through this war like this.

It seems to me that the Japanese troops on the other side of the strait are also very happy, and in recent times they have even been reducing the number of cold guns and guns for provocations, and the east and west sides of the strait have tacitly created the illusion of peace. If it weren't for the fact that the Japanese army was still controlling the Yunnan-Burma Highway and choking our throats, I think this harmonious situation might really last until the end of the war.

"Brother Anzi, come on, come and see, the little devil is too human!" Mao Xiaodou suddenly screamed angrily.

"Why, when did they pass by......" I walked over with my gun.

Then I saw a scene like a beast, the Japanese soldiers were lifting up a commoner who could barely stand and threw him into the Nu River dozens of meters down, and not only this one, but many injured and sick people who could not participate in labor were thrown into the turbulent Nu River one after another.

Our lungs are about to explode, but we are helpless, even if we shoot at this distance, the enemy has cover to cover it, ordinary rifles cannot hit at all, if we use heavy machine gun fire, we may not be able to hit the Japanese troops, but we will definitely hurt innocent people. A Japanese officer-like guy roared and pointed at us, and then the Japanese soldiers stopped throwing people. I guess it wasn't the conscience of the Japanese officer, but the fear that we had photographic equipment and war correspondents on our side to record and expose their heinous acts.

Mao Xiaodou couldn't help but slam the shot, and unsurprisingly, the bullet only hit half a meter away from the target. The quality of Zhongzheng rifles from different origins is uneven, and it is not uncommon to see Zhongzheng rifles with a range of only two or three hundred meters. When the Japanese troops on the other side heard the gunfire from this side, they immediately began to return fire, and the smoke and dust of the 38 guns slammed on our position.

Now that's it, like a child fighting, you shoot me with one shot, I get you back two shots, you shoot me one shot, I get you back a few shots. There will be no bigger clashes, and even many friendly positions are warning soldiers not to shoot at random to avoid retaliation.

When Huang Wenlie came back, he brought back a stack of letters by the way and threw them at my feet: "Camp Commander An, send these letters down." ”

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

After escaping death again and again under bayonets and guns, there is no better way to comfort the soul than with a letter from a distant relative.

I threw the letter to a company commander again: "Send these letters!" ”

I sat in the dark, staring blankly at the flickering light and darkness of Moyunling. Behind him were the ecstatic cheers and low sobs of the hiundane.

Be happy, cry, I hope that all their pain and unhappiness can find sustenance and catharsis in the concern of their relatives.

I stood up and turned to avoid this sad and joyful moment, when the company commander shouted behind me: "Battalion commander, here is a letter from you." ”

I was stunned and stopped: "What? ”

The company commander had already trotted over, handing over a smudged envelope, which I took blankly, and then a second later, I came to my senses, and hurriedly found a quiet place to open the envelope. I opened the meticulously folded letter with trembling hands, and when the familiar handwriting came into view, the memory hit me like a hammer in my chest, and I felt like I was going to faint with excitement at any moment.

It was a three-page letter from my father, signed six months ago. I thought that from the moment I came out of the house, I would never have the slightest contact with him again. Duan Biao has his taboos, and there are pasts that he doesn't want to mention. I also have, what I don't want to mention is my family, when I enlisted in the army, I filled in the family column that both parents died, and in fact, I also have a father who lives in good health in this world. The reason why I don't want to mention it is because his identity is the vice president of the Peiping Maintenance Association, that is, the authentic standard - traitor.

Because of this, I was teased and looked down upon by my classmates at school, so I went home and quarreled with him, and finally ran away from home in anger, and I even published a newspaper statement that I had severed the father-son relationship. I thought I would never think of him again, and I thought that if I thought of him again, it must be full of anger and resentment. But now I find out that I was wrong, and when I read the first line of words, "Sihu my son, see words like faces", I couldn't help but burst into tears. I am far from being as strong as I imagined, and I can't escape the affection of family that blood is thicker than water - even if he is a traitor and lackey who everyone spits on.

I put the letter in my close-fitting pocket, and hurriedly wiped the tears on my face, because Mao Xiaodou came over with a puzzled face: "Brother Anzi, what's wrong with you?" ”

I hid my face in the shadows: "It's okay, my eyes are confused by dirt...... Edamame, is there something wrong with you? ”

Mao Xiaodou hurriedly said: "I'm asking you to borrow a pen, and I want to reply to my family, hehe." ”

I touched my pocket: "How can I have that kind of rare thing, you go to the regiment commander's command post, then there should be ...... Eh, do you know how to write a reply? ”

Mao Xiaodou scratched his head: "None of them are literate...... If you know something, help write it. ”

The big guys received letters from home, but not many of them were literate, so the few literate guys read everyone's letters in public, as if they were performing. Mao Xiaodou may have remembered a certain scene of reading a letter, and grinned: "The letter from Ma Shun's daughter-in-law in a row is laughing to death......"

It must have involved the privacy between husband and wife, and it was also read aloud by these guys in public, which became the extra happiness that Qiu Ba got today.

Me: "Whatever you want to write, I'll write it for you later." ”

Mao Xiaodou said happily: "That's great...... I just want to tell my father and my mother, don't worry about me, tell them that I'll go back when I'm done fighting the devil. ”

"That's it?" I'm a little funny, hundreds of miles or even thousands of miles, just write this sentence and send it, it's really a waste of feelings.

"Oh, by the way, let's just say that I'm thinking about them too, and I'll be fine when I get back." Mao Xiaodou smiled.

I thought to myself that when I wrote a letter, I would have to add something to him, it was so easy.

Soon I heard the letter from the family named Ma Shun, because a certain Qiu Ba was deliberately holding a sharp voice and reading aloud: "... Ma Shun, when will you come back...... I miss you...... Do you want me? …… I'm not with you, and you're not allowed to look for a wild woman...... If you're looking for a wild woman, I'll find you a wild man...... Hey, don't rob, don't rob, I don't care if I rob it......"

A voice that was more embarrassed than annoyed laughed and scolded: "Dog's day, why did you read it again......"

Then in the midst of laughter, more voices repeated the sentence: "Ma Shun, I miss you, do you want me?" ……”

Seeing that the dark night of the Longwan position seemed to weaken the atmosphere of slaughter in this noise, and added some warmth.