The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

Because of the majesty of the mountains, there will be such a different climate change, Han Xin knows, but it is one thing to know, and it is another thing to see it with his own eyes.

Soon, Han Xin was shocked by the scene in front of him.

After Han Xin and the others walked another hundred meters, a thick fog first appeared, as if it was the fairy mist of a fairyland, lingering under everyone's feet and surroundings, and their bodies quickly became a little wet, and their thin clothes were stuck to their bodies, which was quite uncomfortable.

And I don't know when it started, the sky became more and more treacherous, and there were snowflakes in June, snowflakes in June.

The snowflakes were large and large, and with the strong wind raging, they danced in the sky in a bewitching dance, one by one, one by one, and fell silently on the soldiers' hats, clothes, eyelashes, and eyebrows.

The soldiers wiped it off with their hands, and soon re-touched it, the air was still foggy, the mountain road was steep, and if you took a wrong step, you might fall into the abyss, and there was a danger of no return, so the soldiers were careful and slowed down.

The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the more the wind and snow become, and the environment becomes more and more harsh, with raging wind and snow, cold wind, and thick fog...... It seems that this gold mountain can't stand the majesty of others provoking it, and is making a silent contest with the soldiers.

Soon, through the mist, what appeared in front of the warriors turned into a white mountain: snow, covering the earth, overlapping, layer after layer like torn cotton, with a refreshing chill, heaven to earth, earth after sky, white expanse, dazzling.

The soldiers were about to turn into snowmen one by one, and the little sweat stains brought by the previous mountain climb had already turned into ice cubes, and there was a chill all over the body, coupled with the biting cold wind, which made people shiver.

"Damn, what the hell is this weather, third battalion commander, bring Lao Tzu's coat." Lin Dashan couldn't help but shudder and shouted.

"Hehe, commander, blessed are you, your coat is as tattered as a flower child, and lo and behold, this is not the fur coat captured in the last battle! It is airtight, and it is very warm after wearing it, and no cold wind can blow in. ”

Zhao Zhuang, the commander of the third battalion, grabbed a brand-new fur coat, walked over covered in snow, shivered, shook off the snow on his body a little, and handed over the fur coat.

"What are you doing with this? Who doesn't know that our Lao Lin is not a nostalgic person, how many years has Lao Tzu's coat been worn, and he has feelings, and besides, this fur coat is fucking worn, and others may still treat us as rich people, take it away. ”

"Commander......" Zhao Zhuang tightened his body and added a few more pieces of single clothes, and stubbornly handed over the coat again.

"What a fucking wordy ......" Lin Dashan took the fur coat and stuffed it directly on the monk on the side, "Monk, you can wear it!" ”

Before the monk joined the army, he was a small novice, and his real name was Kuaigen, but the monk himself said that his temple was a thousand-year-old temple, or the kind of ancient temple that advocated martial arts, just like the ancient Shaolin Temple.

The monk's head is a little big, in the monk's words, it is the year he started to practice martial arts at the age of six, when he practiced iron head gong and hit the stone slab, his head was big, and there was no lack of pride in the words, he practiced martial arts at the age of six, debuted at the age of eighteen, and his twelve-year green forest career is by no means an experience that ordinary people can have.

And that's exactly what happened, as soon as the monk enlisted. It didn't take long for him to become the deputy squad leader with his sturdy head, and then after that, when the monk ran out of ammunition in the Battle of Xiangjiang, he rushed forward and killed seven or eight with a big knife.

All of a sudden, the skills were shocked, and the whole team became famous, and the big guys heard that there was such a monk, and he didn't even blink an eye when he killed the enemy, and even the soldiers who had fought with monks in the national army were a little cowardly before they heard the name of the monk.

……

Later, the monk fell into Lin Dashan's army and became a platoon commander, Lin Dashan found him, and said without saying a word: Monk, you kid is a species, don't do it as a platoon leader, that's Qu Cai...... How about being my security guard? Lao Tzu will not treat you badly.

Lin Dashan's temperament is very compatible with that of a monk, in Lin Dashan's words, "This monk, Lao Tzu knew at first sight that we could urinate in a pot." ”

Sure enough, the monk just pondered for a moment, and then responded: "Zhong, I have heard of your name as Commander Lin, you are a person who can fight, and I will follow you." ”

***

The monk rubbed his hands and unceremoniously took Lin Dashan's fur coat, the size of the fur coat was a little smaller, and the monk, a seven-foot-tall man, was a little overstretched, and he bulged.

The monk patted the snow on his body, put on the fur coat, pulled the sleeves, and then smiled in Zhao Zhuang's helplessness: "Hey, this co-author is tailor-made for my monk, it is just right to wear, comfortable." ”

Zhao Zhuang rolled his eyes and left, he originally wanted to pull the fur coat off the monk's body directly, this cheeky goods, I haven't seen it for many years, but the thin clothes on the monk's body made him give up this plan.

Even if it was to lend it to this bastard, Zhao Zhuang left a little angrily, beckoning the other soldiers to add clothes to keep out the cold.

In fact, the weather was cold, and the fighters did not need to say hello at all, one by one they opened their backpacks and put on everything they could.

Most of the troops are southerners, where have I seen the scene of snowfall in June, and besides, the people in the south are extremely afraid of the cold, and their clothes are not enough, and some soldiers simply wrap blankets around their bodies.

What's more, the warrior wrapped in a cotton quilt walked out crookedly, and even in this terrible situation, the soldiers laughed.

"Xiao Liu, you are also hard enough!"

“…… Cold...... Ah, you ...... I don't know, it's so cold......" Xiao Liu, wrapped in the quilt, said with a big snot, trembling teeth.

Indeed, the severe cold at this moment has risen to a new height, and not only Xiao Liu, but many soldiers are trembling.

"Comrades, let's step up, it's not hot to walk." Some of the older warriors shouted.

"Well, let's go, this ...... What's this, a little bit of wind and snow" The young warrior gritted his teeth and slammed his steps to follow.

"Huh? Listen, what sound? ”

"It's the voice of the comrades of the Wonder Squad at the front......"

Driven by curiosity, the warriors unconsciously quickened their pace, and at the same time closed their mouths, and the sound of everyone's footsteps echoed in the mountains, and the sound of the cold wind raging, mixed with ...... A piece of singing:

"He said what this pain is in the snow"

"Wipe away your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams"

"Wipe away your tears, don't ask, why ......"

"This melody, this content...... Sing it well! I heard it, it's Comrade Han Xin teaching everyone to sing! ”

"Squad leader, let's sing too!"

"Okay!"

"Squad leader, it's a big loss that our Han company commander didn't go to be a literary soldier!"

"Hahahaha......

"In the wind and snow, what is this pain, wipe away your tears......"

Empty valleys, flying goose feathers and heavy snow, powerful footsteps, high-pitched singing, and high-spirited spirits.

The soldiers of the Red Army used facts to compose a myth that man will conquer the sky, and the spirit of the Red Army will be immortal through the ages.