So far, it seems that the Soviet soldiers have adapted to their surnames well, and after paying a heavy price again, they are now obediently staying there. At this time, Yang Maode's gun was also fired to the eighth shot, so it is likely that there is only one bullet in it. He had just heard two shots fired at this ridge, and the gun had fired nine bullets just now, and this gun should have only nine bullets.

He had to find the magazine immediately, and he turned his head to the left, and couldn't help but cry out "Ahh He had just separated his collar with a first-aid kit when he bandaged it, but now that he turned his head, of course he felt pain. The Soviet soldier who died on the hill was five or six paces behind him. He quickly crawled over and found four magazines on him.

After returning to his original position, he quickly scanned the sniper site with his gun, but fortunately, no one dared to move, and they were still in the grass. It was nice to look down at the grass through his sniper scope, and slowly moving over, he began to focus on scanning the commander's hiding place. After touching it for about a minute, I saw that he began to move again, holding his pistol high in his right hand, and shaking it there, but the head could not be seen. This man is just not honest! He scanned down, and saw a little behind the commander, through the bushes, a fellow turned around and looked at him with a telescope.

Didn't you see any sniper rifles from these people? Yang Maode didn't understand what he was doing with his binoculars and looking at the side.

The guy was searching up little by little, and he was looking hard, and with a "bang", he suddenly fell to the ground motionless. Yang Maode was very patient this time, aiming very accurately, the bullet almost penetrated through the heart of this guy's brain, and he died the quietest, unlike the others who screamed and writhed in pain.

He quickly changed the magazine.

The feeling of this shooting is simply wonderful. All the lives of the enemy are in his own hands, a platoon, the head of the suppression can't be raised, and Yang Maode has a sense of satisfaction in his heart that he has never had. Now he controls the situation on the entire battlefield. The gunfire on the ridges in the valley gradually died down. Regardless of the situation over there, he's doing pretty well here.

He decided to remove the commander of the Soviet army from command. It is easy to remove him from command, although he is not his superior, but there are many ways and explanations for his dismissal. His dismissal is the kind of life, and he wants to make it impossible for this commander to touch a gun again for the rest of his life, and disappear from this world forever.

The commander tried there several times, but Yang Maode held back and shot without deterring. He's going to wait until this guy is fully exposed and 100% sure before dealing with him.

The gunfire on the ridge has completely died down. At this time, Yang Maode should actually take the opportunity to slip away. But he was a little greedy, and this grassroots commander of the Soviet army was very tempting to him at this moment.

"Kill him, slip away immediately, go to his comrades, and never stay again." Until now, he thought, there was still silence all around, no other human sounds. He calmed down. After waiting for two or three minutes, he let go of several Soviet troops who had stormed into the valley, and he wanted to lure the Soviet commander out.

Sure enough, after making sure it was safe and there was no danger, the commander slowly stood up from behind the big rock. He glanced suspiciously at the mountain range on this side, then waved his hand and shouted something, and immediately several Soviet soldiers stood up from the grass behind him and quickly approached him.

"Stand still, just stay for two seconds." Yang Maode seemed to be praying. He was too focused on the front, and he was also too greedy, and he also committed the taboo of a sniper staying in one place for a long time and shooting continuously! Suddenly, gunshots rang out in the grass on the ridge behind him. Without hesitation, he immediately fired a shot at the commander. The shot was skewed, and the bullet hit a large rock beside him, and the spark burst out.

The bullet behind him hit the grass around him, and he couldn't turn back, and there was a cliff in front of him. In a panic, he immediately fired another shot at the commander at the bottom of the ridge. The excitement of the gunfire was even greater, and the Soviet troops behind them were already screaming and rushing down.

These people had just killed each other, and they had already followed the signs of lodging in the grass. They're mad!

Yang Maode had no way out, he quickly took the "Storm" assault rifle next to him in his hand. He wanted to turn around and fight back, but suddenly he felt like the muscle behind his right thigh had been stung by some bug, and then stinged again. He touched it with his backhand, blood! Now he panicked and quickly rolled to the side. Those Soviet troops rushed down while fighting, and they were already very close. Yang Maode didn't dare to stop, so he quickly grabbed a sniper rifle, held it together with the "Storm" assault rifle, and rolled down the slope on the left side of the ridge. Before he could roll down a foot away, there was a cliff in the air, and he couldn't help but cry out in fear.

The moment he fell, his mind went blank.

The sunlight pushes through the milky thick mist, and the music echoes in the forest: the green spring leaves are bright and steep trebles, the bright red leaves are broad and thick alto, the translucent, thin yellow leaves are the deep bass, the long and short branches are the music lines, trembling up and down with the swaying of the mountain wind, and the notes of the early morning are like crystal dewdrops, rolling down.

In the morning, everything in the forest is bright and bright. The mist is pure and white; The air is as fresh as filtered; The leaves of the grass and trees had just been bathed in the morning mist, and each one was moist and lovely as if it were new; In a rare small clearing in the forest, a small wild grass flower with pink and white petals and goose yellow stamens happily protrudes from the fallen leaf layer with a deep and intoxicating fragrance of pine needles, and spreads shyly against the surrounding green background. And that's not all. A beam of red sunlight shines through the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the stage spotlight shines on the center of this glade, so that every grass and tree here is suddenly shrouded in a deep, metaphysical insight and excitement, a kind of anxious anticipation and longing for something beautiful and joyful.

In the distance, a series of crisp laughter sounded in the forest, like the splash of mountain spring water between the empty mountain streams, and the aftermath lingered, followed by a series of brisk footsteps that were getting closer and closer. In the blink of an eye, a young girl of about twenty years old ran into the clearing with a shotgun in her hand, Leng Ding stopped for a moment, turned around and peeked alertly in the direction she was running from.

This is a girl who is full of too much youth from head to toe, and is refreshed by the fresh air of the woods. She is only about 170 centimeters tall, wearing a pair of standard military trousers, a casual shirt with a hem tucked into the waistband and black polka dots on a yellow background, and the small lapels on her chest are open very low, not only the white neck is completely exposed, but also the concave and convex curves of the chest are fully visible. A narrow military belt stretched out her slender and gentle waist, and bulged out the mature and full breasts that only a young woman can have. She had been running in the woods for a long time, her small fawn boots covered with dew and green blades of grass, and beads of sweat on her forehead. Suddenly, she just looked back and listened in the distance, not noticing at all that she had just appeared here, and the sunlight that was like a spotlight was shining directly on her. In an instant, her life seemed to be illuminated by a light from heaven and became brilliant. She hesitated in the sunlight, undecided whether to keep running away or hide in place. Judging from her appearance alone, this girl who is clearly in excitement and excitement occupies a place among the outstanding beauties in the world. She has a [***] healthy, fair-skinned, sweat-stained cheekbones with two beautiful melon seed faces, and a few small yellow-brown freckles on both sides of her delicate nose; Her eyes were large and bright, and they were small when they narrowed into a slit in the sunlight; Above the eyes are curved willow eyebrows, and the lips under the small tip of the nose are red and dripping, giving people a feeling of curling and swelling - this shows that it is possible for a girl who never wears makeup to make herself like this. The thick short braid of the black hair that has not been permed at the back of the head jumps around quickly with the flexible rotation of the limbs and neck, which has a vivid and cheerful interest.

But all this is not the most important or striking thing about her. At such a moment, when one sees her, the first thing one will notice is something else: her expression, her gaze, and the secret of life that she unreservedly revealed. The expression on her face was pure and joyful, the mirror-like reflection of her inner landscape, which had not been unduly damaged by the circumstances of life, her simplistic tendencies in her mental and emotional life, her general kindness and trust in all things in the world, and at the same time her strong and irrepressible desire for some kind of joy that was imminent in front of her as clearly as white clouds floating in the clear sky, which made her face instinctively overflow from the inside out with a radiance of excitement, brightness, and happiness; Her gaze was in harmony with the expression of her face, bright and bold, alert and expectant, at once the flame of fire revealing the passion of life, and the same fervent flickering with a kind of unscrupulous and madness like an ignorant naughty; The secret of her life was unabashedly revealed through every deft twist and jump of her body, her laughter and the gasp of excitement at the moment, and that secret was passion. Thus, the most essential characteristics of this young life—innocence, vigor, enthusiasm, and a transcendent ability to comprehend and yearn not for a fixed thing, but only for the graceful genus of a thing itself—were also exposed, and they miraculously retained in this mature girl, the simplicity of many cardamom girls. Enthusiasm is the flower of a girl's life, a girl full of enthusiasm will be called cute even if she is not beautiful, this young girl is not only enthusiastic, but also has obvious girlish feelings, her cuteness and even beauty are beyond doubt.

And that's not all. If she were motionless under the red sunlight at this time, she would have an oil painting of the goddess of mountains and forests and youth with the meaning of standard classical aesthetics. The calmer and louder the green in the depths of the painting, the more brilliant and beautiful the goddess's life became—but she had already heard something from afar, and her dexterous body trembled with excitement, and she hurriedly dodged behind a thick masson pine, and disappeared.

The sound of the grass being trampled by the "hoo lala". A man with a shotgun then walked into the clearing, stopped in confusion where the girl had stood, looked back and forth, left and right, lowered his voice excitedly and slightly dissatisfied, and called out the young girl's name: "Yunna——! Yun Na ——!

The sun that had been shining on the young girl had now fallen on the man again; There was another painting in the clearing of the forest, an oil painting of the mountains and the god of war. The man appears only in the center of the painting, and the mood here changes significantly: a few minutes ago it was completely passionate, light, dreamlike, but now it melts into a hardness, heaviness and coldness that is not in harmony with it. He is twenty-seven or eighteen years old, 1.84 meters tall, with a burly and strong physique, slender and powerful limbs, a bronze square face scarred by ultraviolet rays due to long-term wild life, and two eagle-like sharp eyes hidden under the hard brow bones. His attire was also different from that of an ordinary officer: he wore a jacket-style camouflage uniform that did not meet the requirements of the regulations, with a tuft of chest hair sticking out of the lapels under his neck, and a pair of whitened general's cavalry breeches on the lower body. Under his feet is a pair of authentic infantry stab-proof shoes, which makes people not ignore the actual combat experience and experience that he may have as an infantry officer that he is proud of; Around his waist was a belt of shiny pistol bullets embedded in the splinter worn by Western officers in foreign films, and a small pistol inserted in a soft suede holster—the effect of this seemingly haphazard outfit was wonderful, not only to give him a fierce appearance, but also to give him another kind of grace that he did not seem to be deliberately pursuing. Coupled with the light of the sun from above, the image of this field officer is almost flawless.

Like many army commanders who care very much about their image, even if he is alone in the hidden forest at this moment, his body is still unconsciously and slightly exaggeratedly straight, maintaining the posture of being watched by the respectful gaze of countless soldiers. But apparently because of the girl, his originally very serious face had been dyed red by the excitement that was gradually rising in his body, and his eyes were bright and vibrant, but there was still a bit of reserve between his eyebrows. Reserved is also part of his surname, although at this time it does not overpower or overwhelm the excitement and impulses in his heart. So at this moment, he inadvertently exposed the somewhat ashamed, fragile and playful attitude of life that was deeply hidden in his life and was not in harmony with the solemn, mighty, and mature image he insisted on pursuing. The young girl only let him bewitch Ding in that sunlight for half a minute, and then swooped down from behind and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Yunna, it's your ——!" The man dropped the shotgun in his hand, laughed excitedly, and couldn't help but pull the young girl from behind to his chest with his thick arms, and his face immediately radiated. "Look at you girl, running around!" He spoke to her in a loving, reproachful tone, his warm gaze conveying something else to her.

"You just ran deep into the woods in the morning, what did you hit?"

"I ...... I hit a general! As she spoke, the girl's eyes suddenly brightened, and she looked up at her idol from the bottom up, her face pale, and her teeth clicked.

"Yunna, maybe I'm going to fall in love with you!" The man hugged the girl's waist, looked into her eyes, the depths of the eyes, sighed, and said.

The spotlight-like sunlight was now projecting obliquely on these two lives. It is also a painting, an oil painting in which the goddess of war and the goddess of youth are passionately and strangely in love. One of them represents death, the other represents life, but in the dark green forest full of life, with the rich fragrance of pine needles and wildflowers, shining for the bright light of the heavens, this painting still has a thrilling magnificence.

"Mom is bad, she won't let us be together, I don't listen to her!" The girl named Yun Na pursed her lovely red lips and blew lightly on his face, making his heart beat with it.

"yes, why wouldn't they let us be together." Thinking that his father Yang Shuoming also disagreed with Yun Na - that was her nickname, her name was Jiang Jingyi - and his mother did not agree with the two of them, Yang Zhaozhong's heart was also depressed.

He couldn't understand why his father, who had always been enlightened, was so stubborn in this matter.

Looking at the lovely girl in his arms, his heart fluttered, and he couldn't help but kiss it.

"I ...... We're going back to the front......" She accepted his kiss and whispered in his ear.

"Leaving so soon? ......" he couldn't help but hug her tight.

"Didn't I tell you, I defeated a Soviet general, and that's why they gave me so many days off."

"A general has only been so few days, it's too stingy."

"I heard that this time, I'm going to have a new plane. Or jet. Jiang Jing also thought of her new car, and couldn't help but show off in front of Yang Zhaozhong, and the excitement of getting the new plane diluted the sadness of parting.

(To be continued)