In the dark night, when the wind on the steppe was stronger, Terigrad shuttled between the tents and wrapped his coat tightly.

According to the custom of the steppe, after the snow and ice subside in May, the herders will go into the pastures to graze, so now there are many herders from various autonomous banners in Chahar town.

He had been out for more than an hour now, and he had met two troop patrols in between, but he had dodged them.

There was a knock on the door, and a rough voice sounded in the dark yurt: "Who?" ”

"Temur, I'm Grad."

"Tzhigrad?"

"yes, open the door for me, there's something."

"Wait, here's it."

A faint light came through the crack in the door, and in a moment the old wooden door opened from the inside.

As soon as you enter the yurt room, the first thing you see is a low screen with Mongolian characteristics, separating the rest area at the back from the reception area in front.

A gas lamp was placed on the ground, and there was no fire in the hearth, and it felt a little cold.

"What's the matter?"

"The Red Army is coming."

Temur didn't react for a while, and said in his heart, what does it matter to him when the Red Army comes?

After a while, Temur frowned and asked curiously: "The Red Army you said is an acting army?" ”

"That's for sure, otherwise what else could it be?"

"But what does it have to do with me? The militia captain in Chahar is you, not me. ”

"Now the company commander and instructor of the garrison in the town have been tied up by Red Army scouts."

"What?"

The Termur monster screamed, his eyes widened, this news was simply too exciting for him.

He was also a former soldier, and he was about thirty years old, and if there was any movement at night, he would definitely be able to react at the first time, but now the Red Army scouts have arrested the commander of the Blue Army, and there is no news, which is too scary.

"Temur, you be quiet, if you bring in the Blue Army patrol, we'll all be finished."

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Then can there be a fake? The man who was caught right in front of me. ”

"How many people are coming from the Red Army?"

"Three."

Temur rolled his eyes and got up to leave, when Geller took his arm and asked, "Why are you going?" ”

"Grad, wash and sleep."

"Still not brothers? You are the captain of your banner's militia. ”

"Grad, three people want to fight with a company of the Blues, is the person who comes mentally ill? I wonder if you're stupid too? Why do you have to help the Red Army? The troop exercise has nothing to do with us. ”

"Temur, the Red Army has saved everyone in Chahar Town, do you know?"

"Last winter's snowstorm, every household in the town was affected by the sheepfold, and the troops couldn't even find the way to get in, so Junbao walked at the front of the team alone and brought the troops into the town."

"My Abba was injured in order to save the lamb at home, and it was Junbao's comrades-in-arms who carried Abba to the hospital."

As he spoke, his eyes were already clouded with a layer of mist.

Children who grew up on the steppe knew how terrible the white plague was, and if it weren't for the timely arrival of the troops, I am afraid that no one would know about it if they were frozen to death.

"He's good," Temur's tone changed, as if he had thought of some terrible picture, and the whole person didn't have the indifferent look he had just now.

"Temur, we have all been soldiers, and since we have become reservists and militiamen when we go home, we should take responsibility."

"Do you remember why you were a soldier?"

"Do you remember your duty as a soldier?"

……

"I remember, defend the country!"

The two big men wept, and a suppressed cry rang out in the empty yurt, and the gas lamp on the ground shone on the faces of the two men, and four strings of crystal tears quietly crossed their faces.

"Temur, the Blue Army simulated a foreign invasion of our home, what do you say we should do?"

"Beat him up for a dog day, and I'll go mobilize the militia in the flag."

"Okay, this is our man of the grassland, good brother."

Gre opened his arms and hugged Temu, punching him hard in the back a few times.

"Temur, after gathering people and weapons, I will go to Uncle Xidu's house, and I will go to find the militia of several other banners, and the time is urgent, so I won't tell you more."

"Grad, I want to ask, who are you talking about?"

"He's one of the Red Army scouts this time, a senior private, and you'll see him when you go."

Temur nodded, turned and walked into the rest area at the back, Grad left Temur's house, turned his head to look around, and walked into the darkness again.

In the second half of the night, the wind was stronger, and Zhang Junbao and the three of them were lying in a grass nest not far from Uncle Xidu's house, covered with a thin layer of weeds.

"I don't know what's going on over there?"

"Wait, since you have chosen to believe him, then give him time."

"What if it fails?"

"In case of failure, let's storm the signal tower and strive for the same end, anyway, after the exercise is over, we will also go to the director and report, and then go back to the thirteenth class to sleep, what are you worried about?"

"That's not bad to think about."

The little ghost smiled a little embarrassedly, as a non-commissioned officer, his performance was not as calm as that of two veterans, which was a bit unreasonable.

But this is not to blame him, in the past, he fought with the company, and it was all a frontal attack of the chariots and horses, and the tanks and infantry chariots just pressed up.

Now they are scouts who have gone deep into the rear, specializing in sabotage, and everything is sneaky, like devils entering the village.

Ever since he knew he was fine, he had curled up in the innermost part of the grass nest to sleep, and it was really hard to spot him if he didn't look closely.

Blues patrols pass by in front of their eyes every hour, and the occasional yawn can be heard in the ranks.

Just as it was about to dawn, Terigrad appeared at the door of Uncle Xidu's house.

He was followed by two strong men in camouflage uniforms, all with a fierce aura on their faces, if it weren't for their bulging beer bellies that were a little dazzling, Zhang Junbao would definitely regard them as veterans.

Quietly crawling out of the grass nest, and then quickly moving their bodies, the two groups finally met.

"Junbao, now that I have basically notified the militia of each autonomous banner, what should we do next?"

"Let's go to Uncle Xidu's house first, it's too dangerous here."

A group of people knocked on the door of Uncle Xidu's house, and there was an angry fire in the yurt, and Zhang Junbao, who was cold and hard, finally felt a trace of warmth.

"Geler, is he the Zhang Junbao you said?"

"yes."

Zhang Junbao looked at the fat man who was talking suspiciously, then turned his head to look at Geler, and heard him say: "Junbao, this is Temur, and the other is Balang." ”

Geler pointed to the two fat men beside him and introduced them, and Zhang Junbao realized that the two of them were all veterans, and the current militia captains.

It's a bit embarrassing to think of a beer belly bulging after being discharged from the army.