Jiang Shan slept until nearly eleven o'clock in one breath, and then rubbed his eyes and got up and stretched a big lazy waist. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

It was too comfortable to sleep on. Since I came back from Germany, I haven't slept so comfortably for a long time. Surrounded by nearly 100 elite soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, Cheng Sankui and Song Chao also deliberately told other soldiers not to disturb the rest of the country because they had an action tonight.

In fact, Liang Jianbin also came to urge himself once. Jiang Shan's unhurried posture made him feel unsettled. Although he is just a witness in the bet, anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is facing the country. In case Jiangshan loses, the face of the long row will fall to the ground together.

However, when Liang Jianbin came to urge Jiangshan, Jiangshan only raised his eyes and looked at the watch on his wrist. Finding that it was not yet eight o'clock, he muttered "It's still early", turned over and wanted to continue to meet Zhou Gong. However, Liang Jianbin had no bottom in his heart, and he couldn't hold his breath, so he quickly woke him up again, and asked anxiously: "Not in a hurry?" It's eight o'clock, what time are you going to wait? ”

Jiang Shan sighed secretly, it seemed that he didn't want to explain to this ancestor that he didn't want to rest tonight. He turned over and asked in a low voice, "Platoon commander, what time is the company commander ready to start moving?" ”

"One o'clock in the morning. Didn't you just say it at the afternoon meeting of combat democracy? How can you forget about this? Liang Jianbin was shocked in his heart, this little ancestor should not be so confused that he forgot the time when the general attack was launched, right?

Jiang Shan saw that he was about to be anxious, and he didn't bother to tease this honest man anymore, and said: "It's not that I forgot, it's that you forgot." Platoon leader, I'm going to catch the prisoners now, from eight o'clock to one o'clock in the morning, five hours in between, you don't think the devil is standing guard alone, and he doesn't change guards in the middle, right? ”

Liang Jianbin was shocked, yes, how could he ignore this simplest question? With a time difference of five hours, the devil will definitely change his guard, and then there will suddenly be one less sentry, which is not clear to tell the devil that someone is going to sneak attack. I can be regarded as an old revolutionary who has been crawling and rolling for many years, why did I almost get confused about this little thing?

He touched the back of his head embarrassedly and sneered, "Hey, look at my brain." I always think that there will be a battle at night, and grass grows in my heart. You hurry up and rest, and I'll call you again when the time comes. Then he ran back to the rest place of the platoon.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shan smiled, raised his hand to look at his watch, it was already eleven o'clock. He tidied up his things, squinted his eyes again, and looked into the deep night.

Japanese Private Kono Kuroda shrunk his neck at the sentry post, and he felt that he was unlucky. There is no good news today, first learned in the morning that his best friend was killed in Manchukuo by the attack of the anti-Japanese coalition forces, speaking of which this guy is really unlucky, who knew that in Manchukuo, the most elite Kwantung Army would actually encounter the attack of the anti-Japanese coalition forces? Immediately after the morning training, he was distracted by this matter and was severely punished by the captain; After lunch, I received a letter from home, I thought I could relax my mood and comfort my nostalgia, who knows, my mother told me that Sachiko, who is in high school, wants to sign up for the standing up team and contribute to the holy war of the empire.. Others don't know, Kuroda himself doesn't know what the so-called women's standing up team is? He covered his forehead in pain, today is really an unlucky day... At night, the bad luck seemed to have reached the extreme, and he, who should have had a good night's sleep, was pulled out of the bed by his fellow countryman Pingye. This guy Hirano told himself with a painful look on his face that he seemed to have eaten a bad stomach in the afternoon, and asked himself to stand guard for him for a while.

A faint flashlight flashed in the distance, and Kuroda, who was originally sluggish, immediately shook his spirits and tried to straighten up. It must be the squad leader, Second Lieutenant Takasuke Harano, who has come to check the post. It was a notoriously violent temper in the entire wing, and if I planted it in his hands, it would be over.

"How's it going?" Ryusuke Harano walked up to his side and asked solemnly. Kuroda hurriedly stood up and reported loudly: "Report to Your Excellency, Team Leader, everything is normal!" ”

"Well, be vigilant and don't let up." Ryusuke Harano routinely instructed. Then he uncharacteristically took out a cigarette and lit it to himself. The red cigarette butts flickered in the thick night, and Kuroda's heart was also tickling. Ryusuke Harano looked at Kuroda, who had swallowed his saliva thoroughly, took out a cigarette case, took out a cigarette, handed it to him, and said, "Kuroda-kun, give!" ”

Kuroda Kono looked at the always stern squad leader in disbelief, hesitated and whispered, "Your Excellency the squad leader, I'm standing guard. ”

"It's innocuous to violate it once in a while, it's okay." Ryusuke Harano tried to squeeze out a smile and whispered.

Kuroda watched cautiously, there was no movement around quietly, and he hurriedly took the cigarette in flattery, and hurriedly took out a match to light it, and spit out a puff of smoke beautifully, but heard Ryusuke Harano whisper: "Kuroda-kun, do you know why I allowed you to violate discipline?" ”

Without waiting for Kuroda to answer, he said to himself, "After today, I will be thirty years old." Today is my thirtieth birthday, and if I am in Japan, it is time to finish eating my mother's Yangchun noodles and fall asleep beautifully. But here, who remembers my birthday? There was a hint of loneliness in his tone.

"Oh, I see. Happy birthday, Your Excellency, Squad Leader. Kuroda hurriedly said respectfully.

Ryusuke Harano threw the cigarette butt to the ground and kicked his feet hard before turning away. As he walked, he whispered, "Oh, okay, thank you Kuroda-kun for your blessings." I'm going to go around somewhere else, stand guard and don't let my guard down. Then he disappeared into the deep night.

After the team leader left, Kuroda wrapped two more puffs of cigarettes, and as soon as he extinguished the cigarette butts, he heard a muffled sound of "coo-dong" where the team leader disappeared.

In the quiet of the night, the sound is not loud, but it is very obvious. Kuroda whispered to the other side uneasily, "Your Excellency, Captain, are you okay?" ”

There was a faint snort in the distance, as if someone was enduring the pain. Could it be that the squad leader accidentally fell? Thinking of this, Kuroda hurriedly put his rifle on his back and walked towards the place where Ryusuke Harano disappeared.

When he arrived at the place, Kuroda was dumbfounded. There was no one here, and the team leader who had just come over disappeared as if he had disappeared out of thin air. Realizing that something was wrong, Kono Kuroda wanted to take off his rifle and fire a warning shot, but before his hand could touch his back, a large strong hand grabbed his neck tightly. Immediately after, he heard a crisp "click", which was the sound of the laryngeal bone being crushed.

Kuroda tried to suck the air into his lungs, but found it in vain. The feeling of suffocation is getting stronger and stronger, and the eyes are getting darker and darker. The moment the darkness enveloped his consciousness, Kuroda actually had the time to think, "It turns out that this is the most unlucky moment of the day."