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The north wind howled, the snow fell, and the old man, who was already about to freeze, suddenly heard a familiar and majestic voice.

He has been out of the army for decades, but he will never forget this voice for the rest of his life, and every time he hears this voice, his first reaction is to raise his head and stand up and salute!

Decades later, he had become a skinny, small old man with a weak chaff, but his uniform was still there, and his ears could still hear, so he immediately instinctively and stupidly raised his head and chested his abdomen and feet together.

"Zhao Bing, the commander of the 2nd squad of the Sharp Knife Company, reports!"

An old military salute that was no longer formed, a voice that was roared out with almost all life, and there was also an old man standing opposite, but he was tall and majestic with strict eyes and a standard return salute.

"You're not dead little? I thought your little body was the first to die! The old man immediately rushed over and grabbed Zhao Bing's thin shoulders in the north wind.

Old, really old, the trumpeter of the 2nd class of the sharp knife back then, the little ghost who occasionally kicked and scolded a few words from behind back back is also old, not old, and looks older than his age.

The old man always thought that he was in his last years, but the Zhao Bing in front of him shocked him, and he felt a huge pain in his heart, and then looked down at the tombstone that Zhao Bing himself smashed out of the mountain, and pointed, "Your baby is also a soldier?" ”

But Zhao Bing couldn't answer him at all, he couldn't believe that he couldn't see things clearly, he didn't believe that his brain was already cloudy, he didn't believe that he could see the old army commander before he died!

The god of war, the idol of his childhood, the victorious general who would never defeat the battle, the grumpy chief who would kick him in the back and scold him a few words to correct his military posture.

He, still remember him?

Where is he?

Is he dead?

Well, he saluted the last military salute in his life, he died in front of the old commander, he was content, he had no regrets in this life, a mysterious smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his hand instinctively took out a trumpet with three bullet holes from the cloth pocket behind him.

This trumpet is the testimony of his military career and the most cherished thing in his life, this trumpet was personally given to him by the old army commander when he returned home from the army, and since then, he has never left his body whether he eats and sleeps or goes up the mountain to herd sheep.

With a trembling look on his face, he took out the trumpet and put it to his mouth, toot toot......

The trumpet sounded loudly, he wanted to make another charge, there was no point in his life, he just wanted to die on the way to the charge, he hoped that this time the enemy's bullets would no longer penetrate his beloved trumpet, so he would pierce himself!

The tall hunchbacked old man was in tears, he had shed tears no more than 3 times in his life, but this time he couldn't control it anymore, he raised his big foot and kicked the thin Zhao Bing to the ground, "What the fuck, can't you even say anything when you see the chief?" ”

The thin Zhao Bing fell straight into the snow with a thud, but his right hand grabbed the bronze trumpet, he was a trumpeter, he would not let go even if he died!

The tall old man did not stop the violence, and continued to kick over, "Bag, get up for Lao Tzu, get up for Lao Tzu, pretend to be dead?" You fuck you! ”

Tang Lin, who was deeply shocked, the new king of black panther sniping, was slow for the first time, his movements were slow, and when he reacted and rushed over to forcibly hold the old man, Zhao Bing, who fell on the ground, was already dying from the old man's kick.

He didn't have much life in the first place!

When he got up this morning, Zhao Bing put on a military uniform, put on a military hat, and took his beloved trumpet to see his son, who had just passed away for a month.

The son had been a soldier for 5 years, so when he was cremated, he gave him a military uniform, a military uniform without any epaulette insignia, but the old man was content.

The old man couldn't afford to buy a cemetery in the cemetery, the old man could only bury his son between the ridges, the old man couldn't afford to buy a tombstone, he went into the mountain himself and smashed a piece out, but the old man's handwriting was very powerful, and he always carried the spirit of a soldier on the battlefield.

He felt that his days were over, so he came to his son's grave, and he thought that he would die so quietly, and then be covered with snow all over the mountain, and no one would know about it......

"Old man, it's really dead to kick him again, I'll carry him back to the car first!" Tang Lin's voice was dry unconsciously, and his heart was also very painful, very painful!

Because they are all real soldiers, Zhao Bing hurts, the old man hurts, and he Tang Lin will also hurt, this pain is called unforgettable, and this pain is called a comrade-in-arms!

This kind of pain is also called inheritance!

Only then did the old man react, and immediately stopped the violence in a daze, and his body shook violently, if it wasn't for Tang Lin holding him, he would have slid down the ridge all of a sudden!

Tang Lin was 24 years old, and he had strength, so he held the old man who looked a little dazed with one hand and carried Zhao Bing, who had passed out on the other shoulder, and walked down the ridge with one foot deep and one foot of money.

And Zhao Bing, even if he passed out, his right hand still held his trumpet like an iron pincer.

Finally returned to the warrior car, the warrior car did not turn off, it was very warm and windy, warmer than spring, Zhao Bing quickly replaced the position of the old man's mountain knife, he still did not wake up, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were closed, and his legs were straight, which was completely a prelude to kicking his legs.

Tang Lin hurriedly took out a spare first-aid kit for rescue.

The old man kept sitting in the passenger seat and smoking, one after another, without saying a word, as if he had aged a lot all of a sudden.

……

20 minutes later, Zhao Bing finally didn't die, and opened his eyes in a fog, "This ...... Where is this...... Swear not to be a captive...... Lao Tzu fought with you......"

Poor Zhao Bing actually thought that he had become a prisoner, his nerves could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy at the moment, and he was about to kill as soon as he picked up the mountain knife under his feet!

But in front of him was the face that was always majestic and violent.

The mountain opening knife fell and took off, Zhao Bing desperately rubbed the eyes of the old flower, "Old army commander...... Is it really you...... I...... Am I really dead? ”

Zhao Bing still firmly believes that he will only see the old army commander again when he dies.

"You die a fart, give Lao Tzu a good life, Lao Tzu is still alive and tough when you are 20 years old, you fuck, that little bit of interest!" The old man naturally erupted, and if it weren't for the brawn in the car, Zhao Bing's kick would be inevitable.

Zhao Bing finally believed in the reality, he saw the old army commander alive, the old army commander was still the old army commander, tall and majestic and temperamental, and his tears began to flow down the deep ravine of the old face.

"Old Commander...... You...... What are you doing here...... I...... I didn't expect to live to see you......"

The old man had already turned around and didn't look at him, "Crying and crying like a girl, crying and crying when the bullet pierced the trumpet, you fucking it, lead the way, camp at your house tonight!" ”

Zhao Bing was stunned for a moment, and then bowed half-straight, "Yes, chief, resolutely complete the task!" ”

And at this moment, the young Tang Lin was not in the car, but checked the condition of the car under the car, this time belonged to the old man and Zhao Bing, he would not go in and disturb!