The conversation between the two lasted until noon, and Tang Zhongcheng returned to the regiment headquarters, and the scrivener lay on the hospital bed to rest. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Zhang Jia brought lunch, took a small spoon and planned to feed it one bite at a time. The scrivener hurriedly brought it himself, the injury was not so serious, just eat it yourself. Zhang Jia sat on the chair and looked at the scrivener to eat, laughing while reading.

"What are you laughing at?" The scrivener asked, swallowing a mouthful of food.

"What rank are you, why haven't I seen you before?" Zhang Jia asked.

"I ...... Hehe. The scrivener himself was happy, "I want to say that I am a deputy class leader, do you believe it?" ”

Zhang Jia shook his head: "I don't believe it, of course I don't believe it." The people who can live in this ward are at least the battalion commander and above. I know all the officers above the battalion commander of the 113th Regiment, but I haven't seen you. Say, are you a new cadre? ”

The scrivener couldn't cry or laugh, "I'm really a deputy squad leader, I don't believe you asked Captain Tang." ”

Zhang Jia was skeptical, "If you dare to lie to me, beware of my ......" She made an injection motion.

The scrivener laughed, I hadn't been so happy in a long time. There is a faint pain in my heart, what a good girl, simple and cute, but she wants to get involved in the war. One day she will discover the cruelty of war, and she will realize that she will probably not be able to return home, will she still smile so sweetly at that time? War, really shouldn't let women get involved.

From the conversation, it was learned that Zhang Jia was a native of Luzhou, Sichuan, a student of the Chengdu Health School, who responded to the country's call to join the army and defend the country's southwest. Been here for less than two months.

The scrivener also learned some of the current situation of the country from Zhang Jia's mouth. On the battlefield of resistance against Japan, the **** was defeated and retreated, and several battles ended in failure. North China, East China, and South China fell one after another, and Central China was in danger, and Chongqing, the capital of China, was bombed by Japanese planes every day, and the people's hearts were panicked and people's livelihood withered. Chairman Chiang called on the young people of the whole country to enthusiastically join the army to defend the great southwest of the motherland, and every inch of mountains and rivers and every inch of blood, 100,000 young people and 100,000 soldiers, and the loud slogan shook half of China. For a time, students from major schools signed up to join the army and serve the motherland in the most direct way.

No matter how I can't figure it out, the domestic battlefield is precarious, why do we have to spare so many troops to support Myanmar? Wouldn't it be better to put these young soldiers on the domestic battlefield? This question has always been pressed on his mind, not only him, but also Lu Shuting, Gong Daniu, Kong Zhaoqiang, etc. have the same questions. They asked a few people, but no one could tell. Perhaps Head Liu Fangwu can explain this problem. It's a pity that the scrivener box has only met with Captain Liu a limited number of times, and each time he is in a hurry, and he has no time to talk about this issue at all. When I see Captain Liu again, I must ask clearly, the scrivener thought secretly.

The same question asked Zhang Jia in the scrivener, why did he transport 100,000 good young people to Myanmar instead of fighting in China? Is it just for the sake of the words "international friendship"?

Zhang Jia can't say why, she has heard people talk about it in China, as if Myanmar is very important to China, it is a barrier in the southwest of the motherland, and the Yunnan-Burma highway cannot be cut off or something.

The scrivener does not accept this point of view, a highway is really more important than the land of the motherland? The Northeast has fallen for so many years, why don't you fight back, North China, East China, and South China have fallen one after another, which piece of land is not more important than a road?

The two discussed for a long time, but they could not understand the country's strategic intentions. Perhaps a small person like them is too short-sighted to be as far-sighted as the rectification figure standing at the top.

I still have a chance to consult with Head Liu. The scrivener put away the questions and concentrated on cooperating with Zhang Jia to treat the injury. Two days later, the wound in the scrivener was greatly healed, and he was even able to eat with chopsticks. Zhang Jia was dumbfounded, is it because his medical skills are too clever? How did you recover so fast! However, she is still self-aware and does not take credit for herself. Maybe it's because the drugs provided by the United States are very advanced, she judged.

The scrivener did not mention the strange old man, for fear that the outside world would disrupt the old man's normal life, which was a master outside the world and could not be viewed with ordinary eyes.

In the afternoon of the same day, the scrivener finished the treatment and went back to recuperate according to Zhang Jia's instructions. During this period, Tang Zhongcheng came again and conveyed to Commander Liu that this time he must be rewarded, but he must wait until the end of the confinement, otherwise the British side will not be able to explain.

The scrivener returned to his residence to recuperate. He has been thinking about the old man on the mountain, who will bring him food when he is not here these days. Ignoring his injuries, he walked up to the top of the mountain with his food. The strange old man was still basking in the sun, twisting in a very strange position. There were also a few soldiers with loaded guns next to him, watching the excitement and pointing at the old man.

Of course, the scrivener understands what is going on, and after what happened last time, the superiors sent a garrison on this hill. He put the meal in front of the old man and persuaded the soldiers who were watching the excitement to leave. Now the deeds of the bookbox have spread all over the regimental headquarters, and many soldiers know him, and they have left one after another under his persuasion.

The scene fell silent, and the scrivener got up to leave. The corner of the coat was grabbed by a withered hand.

"Is there something wrong with the old gentleman?" The scrivener asked the strange old man.

Perhaps because of the language barrier, the old man did not speak, and pulled up the scrivener and walked towards the depths of the ruins. Stand in a relatively open area. The old generation was full of suspicion, and said in his heart what the old man was going to do?

The strange old man twisted the arms and legs of the scrivener together in an incredible way, and the whole person was coiled into a ball of flesh. The process of twisting is very measured, and it follows the direction of the human joints completely, exerting the bearing capacity of the joints and bones to the limit, but will not break through that limit. Until the scrivener box is coiled into a ball of meat.

The strange old man pressed the "meat ball" to the ground and kept rolling back and forth. The scrivener hurt his teeth, and the bone joints in his body were almost broken. The heart said that the old man, what is this for? If you go on like this, you have to scrap it! But he couldn't help but say nothing, the old man would not have malicious intentions, if he likes to toss, let him toss.

To the frustration of the scrivener, the strange old man tossed until the evening, completely ignoring his feelings. The scrivener box is sweating profusely, what is the old man doing? It's clearly killing yourself!

It wasn't until the sun had completely set that the old man stopped and stretched the twisted "meat ball" again. The scrivener feels like a piece of paper, folded into a toy by a naughty boy, and then stretched out again when you've had enough.

The scrivener didn't know how he got down the mountain, every joint hurt, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to bear it and fall apart. I don't want to eat dinner, I just want to sleep. If there's any benefit to "rolling meat balls", it's that you sleep well. The scrivener slept very soundly this night, and I had never slept so soundly. Overnight, the painful bones recovered, and walking did not affect in the slightest, and even became lighter. The old generation himself wondered, and was ravaged by the blame old man. Ravaged so hard, it's okay in one night? No, I have to go today. He brought breakfast from the cafeteria and carried it up the mountain.