Mo Rufeng and Mo Huaiwen were not promoted to officers, and Lin lame felt regretful, just as he regretted that he himself failed to become an officer.

Soon, Mo Rufeng and Mo Huaiwen began to run their own ways for life.

Lin Cripple's life is still lonely, his rheumatoid arthritis is getting worse and worse, and every time the weather changes, he is so painful that he only sweats coldly. He felt the disease spread upwards and his arm began to ache. He didn't go to the hospital because he knew there was no cure. Only when the pain was very intense did he take a few painkillers that he had bought back at the pharmacy.

But he is still optimistic, he is like a maple leaf that has weathered the frost, even if it is full of holes, but it is still red.

He still patrolled his territory with the "big pig" and his gun, and he remembered what every tree in the forest farm looked like. In the spring, he still planted trees tirelessly, carefully digging pits, cultivating soil, sprinkling water, and planting hope.

It's just that he occasionally looks at the road down the mountain and gets distracted. When a stranger appeared on the other side of the road, he would greet the figure with his gaze and watch it go away. As we age, it is not only the pain caused by the disease, but also the lingering loneliness.

The "big pig" is also old, its steps are no longer vigorous, and its fur is no longer smooth. Its eyes are cloudy, and there are often eye droppings hanging from the corners of its eyes, a sloppy scene. When the old man goes out, it always loyally follows behind the old man, and when the old man sits down, it always lies quietly beside the old man.

"We're both old!" The old man sometimes patted it on the head and said, but it was silent, as if it agreed with the old man's words.

One clear winter night, the old man's arthritis attacked, and he endured the severe pain, stepped out of the house, and stared at the neat rows of trees in front of him.

He suddenly noticed that those neatly arranged trees looked like soldiers lined up neatly. When I looked at it again, the front row actually looked like the comrades who died in the defense of the ammunition depot back then.

"Hehe, you're all here," the old man muttered, "Looks like I should be back too!" ”

He sat down with difficulty against the wall, crossed the gun, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at his head.

"Platoon commander, you see, I have never dropped my gun in my life!" The old man said to the shadows of the trees in the darkness, "I have done what you asked..."

At this moment, the big pig staggered over, and it took the barrel of the old man's gun in its mouth, dragging the barrel away from the old man's head.

Then it sticks out its tongue and licks the old man's face.

Since the "big pig" was a small paparazzi, he followed the lame man to patrol the forest farm, and he witnessed the death of many pheasants and hares under this gun. The big pig knows the power of this gun, and it means death when it is pointed at it.

"You're not stupid," the old man put down his gun, enduring the severe pain.

He reached out and stroked the pig's head, "There's a lot of things that haven't been arranged yet, at least I have to arrange you, old man!" ”

The next morning, the old man's pain subsided slightly, and he came to Mo Huaiwen's house with the big pig. He told Mo Huaiwen that the big pig had been anorexia recently, and asked Mo Huaiwen to take care of it for a few days, and it was best to go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine to promote digestion for it. When it is cured, come and take it back. Mo Huaiwen agreed without hesitation. But when the old man left, the big pig also followed him to go, and there was no way, the old man tied a rope around its neck and tied it to the stump in front of Mo Huaiwen's house. The big pig struggled a few times, but did not break free, and could only watch its owner leave, this was the first time it had left its master. Then, the old man went to the village chief's house again and asked the village chief to tell the forest public security bureau that he could no longer do what he co-ordinated, and asked them to send someone tomorrow morning to hand over the guns and take over the forest farm.

"Rest assured, Lin Lao, it's time for you to retire and enjoy Qingfu, you can rest assured, our village supports you!" The village chief said heartily.

The old man thanked him and slowly returned to his hut.

In the evening, the old man made himself his last meal.

He habitually divided the meal into two parts, one for himself and one for the "big pig". After he divided the meal, he remembered that the big pig had been delivered to Mo Huaiwen's house.

He struggled to bring the food to the open space in front of the house, and took out the two bottles of "sorghum red" at the bedside.

"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, don't smile, brothers, I will invite you to drink for the last time!" Lin Cripple first spilled a bottle of wine on the ground and muttered to the shadows of the trees in the moonlight.

The trees stood silently in the moonlight, like a whole platoon of officers and soldiers guarding the ammunition depot back then.

"Guarding ammunition, it must be foolproof! The enemy who came is dead, you are alive, you are heroes; You are dead, the enemy is alive, even if there is one enemy left, you can detonate the ammunition, and our regiment can only fight with bayonets, then you are not even a martyr, you are a bear! The regiment commander said loudly to all the personnel of the third platoon.

The ammunition depot was in a very hidden "cat's ear hole" and it was unlikely that it would be attacked.

However, I don't know how the enemy got this information, and Zhenpai attacked this ammunition depot, and the incoming enemy was estimated to be a company of troops, three times the strength of Lin Zhongxun's platoon.

The battle was so fierce that as soon as the two sides exchanged fire, they didn't stop.

In less than half an hour, half of the brothers fell, but there were also forty or fifty enemy corpses left on the positions. The platoon commander's arm was bleeding, and he called the three squad leaders to him and said: "Either we destroy them today or they destroy us, otherwise the fighting will not stop." From now on, be prepared to sacrifice. If I die in battle, a squad leader will take my place; The first squad leader was killed in battle, and the second squad leader replaced him; The squad leader was killed in battle and replaced by the deputy squad leader; Progressively according to the order of formation, even if there is only one person left, never give up the ammunition depot! ”

The battle was going on, and the number of people was constantly decreasing.

The platoon commander died, the three squad leaders died, and later the deputy squad leader also died.

As the sun set, the gunfire finally stopped. Lin Zhongxun looked ahead, the enemy had all fallen, and he looked around him, there was no longer a living comrade-in-arms.

In this battle to defend the ammunition depot, except for Lin Zhongxun, all the officers and soldiers of the three platoons died heroically!

After a few glasses of wine, a hot breath spread from his abdomen to his whole body, and the old man felt that the terrible pain had been reduced a little.

"How many people have fought in ancient times?" He took a glass of wine and drank it down, "I'm lucky that I've lived for decades longer than you, but these decades have been exchanged for one leg!" ”

That battle was really tragic, Lin Zhongxun didn't have time to grieve for the death of his comrades, let alone rejoice for his own life, when he found an enemy's "corpse" crawling up and quickly rushing towards the ammunition depot!

It was an enemy who crawled on the ground and dodged bullets.

The enemy cannot be allowed to approach the ammunition depot!

Lin Zhongxun didn't have time to think about it, he stood up with his gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger on the man.

The gun didn't go off, and Lin Zhongxun ran out of bullets in the gun!

Almost at the same time, the enemy also discovered Lin Zhongxun, and a shuttle of bullets hit him. Lin Zhongxun turned to one side, and the shuttle bullet hit his left thigh, and the sharp pain hit, he instantly lost his balance and fell forward!

As he threw himself forward, he drew the dagger from his waist with his right hand, and with the power of the lunge, he threw it at the enemy.

The enemy did not expect that the Chinese soldier who had been shot by himself would still be able to return fire, and by the time he tried to dodge, it was too late, and the dagger pierced his throat with a cold wind, and he shook and fell.

Lin Zhongxun tore off his sleeves and wrapped himself around his injured thigh, but blood continued to gush out, and he felt dizzy.

"Can't faint!" He shuddered and said to himself, "If I fall, even if another enemy comes, I can detonate the ammunition depot, and the whole platoon of comrades may die in vain!" He untied the kettle from his back and poured a jug of water off his head, the coolness coming from his head made him sober up a lot. Then, he picked up the gun of his sacrificial comrade, leaned against the tree, and waited quietly, the enemy or his comrade.

Fortunately, twenty minutes later, the regiment commander led the team to arrive.

Lin Zhongxun was covered in blood, staggered out from behind the tree, stood upright, and saluted.

"Comrade Regiment Commander," he said in a trembling voice, "the third platoon has completed the task of guarding the ammunition depot, and now it is back to the team!" ”

Now, he's the third row, and the third row is him.

Then he fell straight on his back, and as he fell, he saw the remnants of the sun covering him like blood, and the waves covered the sky like a huge wave.