The lieutenant, patting the wooden basin in his hand, gently sang a love song adapted from "The Fifteenth Moon" that was circulating in the Motuo barracks.

"The fifteenth moon shines on my hometown, shines on Tibetan Province, and looks at each other in the quiet night, and my parents miss each other. People's husbands are always around, and when you go for a few three hundred and sixty-five days, other people's children are always reunited, but you and your children have not yet met. Ah, do you know how hard it is to raise a child, and don't forget, he is half of you and half of me. The fifteenth moon shines on Motuo, shines on the border, and you miss the quiet night, and I can't sleep. Tomorrow I will stay on the McMahon Line, and you must not bear your heart for me, in case we don't see each other, you must be full of optimism until death. Ah, defend the peace of the motherland, maintain the dignity of the nation, I have no regrets until death, I hope you remarry and live a happy life, it is also my wish......"

When the lyrics of "I hope you remarry and live a happy life, it is also my wish", tears the size of beans slowly seeped out of the lieutenant's eyes, and fell on the wooden basin in his arms one by one, making a "tick, tick" sound.

The not-so-pleasant singing still lingered over the barracks, and the lieutenant rested his chin on the wooden basin, staring blankly with his eyes at a tree in a corner of the barracks, stubbornly raising a pale green blade of grass.

Zhan Xia Ge stood up, let out a soft sigh in his heart, and quietly walked away.

That night, Zhan Xia Ge and Yang Zhenbang had dinner in the canteen of the barracks. Eight warriors gathered around a table, but there were only two dishes on the table, one of which was fried pumpkin slices, and the other was fried eggplant with canned braised pork. In the canned braised pork fried eggplant, you can only see the stars of the meat stars that symbolize the surname, as a rare guest, Zhan Xia Ge and Yang Zhenbang two people, enjoyed the dishes that can only be eaten by eight soldiers. But looking at the dishes on the table, Zhan Xia Ge had only one thought in his heart: "That's it, feed the cat?!" ”

There were also a few skinny pigs in the barracks, but the words of a cook made Zhan Xia Ge's eyes instantly as big as a ping pong ball: "Raising pigs here, if you want to raise enough fat and then kill, it will take about ten years!" ”

In the past few days, Zhan Xia Ge, a fang-level special operations elite who was born in the fifth special unit and can be said to be the pride of the sky, really understood Motuo on that simple, but somewhat empty face because of loneliness, and understood those [***] people stationed in Motuo, a closed environment that can only pass for three months a year!

The biggest feature of this place is isolation. Not only is it geographically isolated, but what is even more unbearable is this spiritual isolation.

Some fighters have "autism" in this environment, and no matter how enlightened others are, they can't say a word for a few days. There is no psychiatrist, no television, no magazines, and he just walks around the barracks like a donkey every day.

Some soldiers sat on a large rock in front of the barracks, raising their heads to look at the blue sky above them, which was so pure that it barely contained any impurities, and a single white cloud could make them look at it for hours.

On the night of the same day, Zhan Xia Ge lay on the bed, the quilt used to entertain distinguished guests here was quite clean and tidy, but because of the climate, it was damp and cold, and it was better to sleep directly with clothes on the body. Zhan Xia Ge really couldn't sleep, he put his two hands on the back of his head, and stared at the roof of the barracks with the silver moonlight that spilled into the room, thinking about his own thoughts. Time slipped by little by the silence and Yang Zhenbang's irrepressible light cough.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Somewhere in the barracks, three gunshots suddenly rang out, and almost at the same time as the gunshots rang out, the warrior song bounced up like lightning, and the whole person jumped to the ground and quickly rolled into some dark corner of the room. But there was not much commotion outside the barracks, no alarms were sounded, and most people continued to sleep in their barracks.

"Enemy attack?!"

"Firearms misfire?!"

"Some kind of code?!"

……

All kinds of thoughts and judgments quickly flashed in the heart of Zhan Xia Ge, Zhan Xia Ge took out a small mirror from his personal pocket, and hid in a dead corner where a bullet could not be shot, and Zhan Xia Ge slowly turned the mirror in his hand to find the source of the gunshot.

With the excellent judgment and positioning of the gunshots, the mirror in the Warrior Singer quickly locked on a soldier who was holding an automatic rifle in his hand, standing in the barracks in a daze, panting fiercely, looking at his posture with the gun and the angle at which the muzzle of the gun was raised, he should have fired three shots at the sky just now. A patrol team on night duty maintained a strange silence in the face of this absolutely abnormal situation, and they just stood there silently, quietly watching this comrade-in-arms with a weapon in his hand, who could act aggressively at any moment.

"Big night, what are you crazy about here?!"

A captain walked briskly, snatched the soldier's automatic rifle, which was supposed to be filled with twenty-seven rounds, pointed to a certain barracks, and shouted, "Why don't you go to bed quickly!" ”

Under normal circumstances, a soldier who fired a gun in the barracks late at night for no reason would have been punished with the severest punishment, but the soldier was forgiven, and he walked back to his barracks with his bare hands. Thirty seconds later, there was a sudden "bang" of glass shattering in the lighted barracks, and Warrior Ge glanced at the hot water bottle on the table, if he was not mistaken, the soldier must have smashed the hot water bottle in his barracks.

The captain, with an automatic rifle in his hand, stood there for a full ten seconds, as if thinking about something, but in the end he shook his head and walked away slowly.

Uncanny!

Zhan Xia Ge suddenly felt that there was a strange aura in the entire barracks, and he really couldn't understand the scene he saw.

Later, Zhan Xia Ge learned that the soldier was a soldier stationed at the Khan Mi military station. The reason why the Khan Mi Station was a small military station where only two people were usually stationed, and this soldier had just been removed this evening, and as soon as he returned to the camp, he couldn't help but shoot at the sky, because he ...... It's so lonely!

Lonely that he had to use this way to vent the pent-up feelings in his heart, so lonely that he had to use this way to make sure that he was still alive.

No one can blame a soldier who suddenly does such a thing in an environment like Motuo. If the heavy snow closes the mountain and cuts off the communication between the military battle and the barracks, the two soldiers in the military station will have to spend a long time of several months in guarding each other. It's a silvery world that can drive people crazy, and it's a loneliness that really makes you want to raise your gun and pull the trigger at your temple.

In the dark, the eyes of Yang Zhenbang and Zhan Xia Ge were emitting a moon-like silver light, and they were all thinking about their own thoughts.

Two days later, when Zhan Xia Ge carried Yang Zhenbang's eldest brother on his back and embarked on the way back, the commander of the third frontier battalion led the soldiers of the whole battalion and personally sent them out of the barracks. After walking for a long time, the warrior song turned around, and could still see a large group of the most loyal defenders of the Republic in the distance, waving to them.

Yang Zhenbang asked, "What do you think of them?" ”

The warrior song, whose eyes are above the top and indeed has the qualifications of pride, replied convincingly: "Motuo's soldiers are good soldiers!" ”

Looking at the whole world, there are only a handful of troops who can get this kind of comment from the Battle Hero Song!

"How can they be considered good soldiers?" Yang Zhenbang said: "The military uniforms on their bodies have not been washed. ”

"That's because they're simple," the warrior said, "When they put down the guns on their shoulders, they have to pick up the shovel and grab the sickle!" ”

Yang Zhenbang said: "Their combat effectiveness is not good, if I am not mistaken, a soldier like you, as long as there is a platoon, it is possible to wipe out one of their battalions, right?" ”

"Combat effectiveness is not the only criterion for measuring an army, their willpower and loyalty to the motherland will never lose to anyone." Those who can persist here are heroes! ”

"Heroes?"

Yang Zhenbang snorted coldly: "I think they are at most a group of bears, aren't they stupid here staring at the sky in a daze all day long?" If I were them, I would have patted my ass and walked away a long time ago, regardless of any bullshit orders. Whoever likes to stay here, let them stay! ”

Zhan Xia Ge's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but raise his voice: "I don't believe that anyone wants to take the initiative to stay here, they stayed here because they received an order." With this will to be loyal to duty and obey orders, I have to give them a thumbs up! ”

"Oh......" Yang Zhenbang stretched his voice, "Then what do you think is the biggest advantage, or feature, of these Motuo soldiers?!" ”

"Obey! Soldiers have a duty to obey orders, and in this regard, ......"

Speaking of this, the voice of the warrior song stopped suddenly, and he suddenly fell into a long silence. For a while, only the whistling of the wind and the "creaking, creaking" sound of the warrior song stepping on the snow were left in their ears.

Yang Zhenbang didn't speak again, but lying on the body of Zhan Xia Ge, hiding in a position that Zhan Xia Ge couldn't see, a big smile slowly rose on Yang Zhenbang's face.

Seven days later, Zhan Xia Ge returned to Lhasa with Yang Zhenbang, and in the strange eyes of others, Zhan Xia Ge, a man with a kind of wind and dust all over his body, carried Yang Zhenbang's eldest brother wrapped tightly in a sleeping bag with his head held high, and wandered the streets of Lhasa. In fact, the wandering pace of the Battle Hero Song looks like a rush in the eyes of normal people.

From Motuo to Lhasa, it was only a few days, but for Zhan Xia Ge and Yang Zhenbang, it was tantamount to experiencing two completely different worlds. For a period of time, Yang Zhenbang's health has deteriorated, and he can no longer use his own strength to support his body. Looking at the dense needle eye on Yang Zhenbang's arm, Zhan Xia Ge's face couldn't help but raise a bitter smile, because he knew that no matter how many more drugs were injected, Yang Zhenbang's time was running out.

"Otherwise, I'll call in a military plane, so we can save a lot of time......"

Zhan Xia Ge really hoped to take Yang Zhenbang and take a more look at this new China, but in the face of Yang Zhenbang's stiff face, Zhan Xia Ge could only obediently close his mouth. Aside from the decades of being frozen, Yang Zhenbang is actually a few years younger than Zhan Xia Ge, but out of respect, except for Ya Jie'er, Yang Zhenbang is the only person who can make the rebellious cells in Zhan Xia Ge completely unable to attack.

Suddenly, Zhan Xia Ge stopped, and suddenly Zhan Xia Ge and Yang Zhenbang shrugged their noses together. In a restaurant on the street, a man with a wooden stick is pounding it vigorously in a container made of bamboo tubes, and the aroma of butter tea, mixed with the grease of barbecue, hits his face.

Zhan Xia Ge and Yang Zhenbang, who had eaten too much instant noodles, compressed dry food and canned food, both swallowed a mouthful of saliva. In the smiling face of the shop owner, Zhan Xia Ge walked into the hotel with Yang Zhenbang on his back. It's not time to eat, but drivers who come and go in heavy-duty trucks still crowd the restaurant to the base, which smells good.

Some local residents are sitting around, clutching a small aluminum bowl, kneading the noodles in the small bowl with their hands until it is evenly mixed, and then pulling a small piece into their mouths. At the request of some diners, the guys in the restaurant waved a two-foot-long knife, cut a large piece of barbecued meat from it, weighed it, and brought it to the table with a few knives. The steamed bun made of barley noodles is also freshly baked, and it is soft and soft when you bite into it, where is it like a warrior song stuffed into your arms, and it has been hard like a stone for a few days?!

Sitting in the warm spring-like restaurant, listening to the noise of the diners around him, listening to the music from the inferior stereo in a shop on the street, and drinking butter tea, Zhan Xia Ge let out a sigh in his heart: "What a fucking paradise! ”

At this time, the conversation of several long-distance drivers attracted the attention of Zhan Xia Ge.

A short, stocky-looking driver, probably in his forties, nibbled on a leg of roast lamb in his hand while waving his greasy right hand and said, "Bah! Lao Chen, don't blow the stink of those soldiers! Since ancient times, soldiers and bandits have been a family, as the saying goes, good iron does not hit nails, and good men do not serve soldiers. Those bastards who are now in the army, how many good things can they have? What else can they do besides drinking and making trouble and fighting in the local area, and helping those corrupt officials to deceive us ordinary people? ”

"That's it!" Someone nodded again and again, and said: "Now that the salary is universally adjusted, the salaries of those national civil servants and soldiers are ridiculously high, especially those who serve as soldiers in Xinjiang Province and Tibet Province, I heard that even if it is an official like a captain, he can get four or five thousand yuan a month!" How much money can we make now? Now this world is fucking unfair, we little people earn hard-earned money, but if we pay taxes today and pay fines tomorrow, we will feed such a group of dogs with patterned skins! ”

The fat driver threw the mutton bone in his hand on the table, making a soft sound of "dang", he stared and shouted: "Look at it, overweight transportation has to be fined, the money earned has to pay personal income tax, and the road tax has to be paid on the road. What soldiers, what policemen, what servants of the people, look at their virtues, even if I raise a dog and throw it a bone, it can still wag its tail at me! But what do we get in exchange for handing over our hard-earned money? I think they're just a bunch of unfamiliar dogs! ”

A hot and sticky thing suddenly poured down from his head, so hot that the short and fat driver suddenly let out a scream and jumped up as if he had been electrocuted. He turned his head and stared at the people standing in front of him, still holding an empty teacup in his hand, with an indifferent face of the warrior song, and shouted angrily: "What are you doing?!" ”

"I'm sorry!" Zhan Xia Ge played with the teacup in his hand and said indifferently: "I really can't wag my tail, so I want to see how you shake it." ”

"Let me tell you where all the taxes you paid went."

Zhan Xia Ge walked up to the driver whose scalp was red with butter tea with a smile on his face, and slowly pinched the butter tea cup that the driver had just drunk half a sip, and said: "You don't pay the road tax, it's okay, anyway, if you don't pay, I don't pay, there is no money and no one, and this highway will not appear there by itself." Then the overloaded truck you drive is in the forest, the hills, the desert, the snow fields and the rivers, if you really want to do that, I suggest you stop driving the truck and drive a tank with stealth function, which is better off-road. ”

A few drivers were really stunned, they just sent a few words of scratching, where did they think that such a character as Zhan Xia Ge would be introduced? The short and fat driver, who had been seriously injured, clenched his fists several times, but in the face of Zhan Xia Ge's gaze, he relaxed his slightly trembling fists several times.

I don't know why, he didn't dare!

Zhan Xia Song continued: "As for personal income tax, you don't have to pay it, your hard-earned money, of course, doesn't need to be used to raise a few dogs. In this case, I sincerely remind you that if your car stalls, breaks down, or gets stuck in a hole in the road, you should not reach out to stop the military vehicles, let alone ask them for help, because the soldiers are a group of dogs who have nothing to do and are not familiar with with high wages. You were robbed, your wife was hit by a car and died, your daughter was killed, you don't have to complain, let alone call the police number like 110, because everyone doesn't have to pay taxes, so naturally there is no spare money to feed those unfamiliar dogs, no one is on duty, and no one will maintain law and order. You can do it yourself, and ask for more blessings! Otherwise, join a knife club, an organization of the Axe Gang or something, everyone takes care of each other, and it can be regarded as having a bit of a backstage. But I have to warn you that organizations like the Knife Society and the Axe Gang also need to charge protection money, so that they can feed a group of dogs that can be raised! ”

"Of course, if you think that the social division of labor is too unfair and the welfare of soldiers is too good, why do you give up being a soldier, a good job with high benefits, good pay, and bright uniforms, and willingly become a long-distance truck driver?" Zhan Xia Ge patted the short and fat driver on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "It's really not good, it's also a good choice to send your son to the barracks and let him come to Xinjiang Province or Tibet Province to be a soldier!" That is, it is leisure, and the salary is high, how good! ”

"No way!" The Humpty Dumpty driver blurted out, "I can't let my son be cannon fodder!" ”

Zhan Xia Ge said in a strange voice: "Cannon fodder......?!" ”

The short and fat driver let out a scream as the warrior song poured a second cup of butter tea on his head. The difference is that this time, the big hand of Zhan Xia Ge was like a steel tong, pinching his neck tightly, so that he couldn't dodge at all, and could only bear a baptism of butter tea.

A few "friends" around this short and fat driver were angry and anxious, but in the face of the most primitive wild surnames all over their bodies, exuding a warrior song with an impeccable momentum like a lofty mountain, these little people who have already practiced their eyes are not known for standing there, this man ...... Can't mess with!

The short and fat driver found that the fingers of Zhan Xia Ge were tightening more and more, a sense of suffocation that could not be resisted at all, a sense of terror that was almost facing death, made him finally collapse, tears and snot rose from his face at the same time, through the open window of the hotel, he saw two patrol officers wandering the street, the driver barely squeezed out a dry cry that was almost a small animal moaning from his throat: "Police, help! ”

The patrol officers on the street didn't hear this cry for help, which was smaller than the cry of a chicken, and they walked away, and the "friends" standing next to the driver were just swept away by the fierce eyes of the warrior song, and no one dared to stand up and shout for help. At this time, the short and fat driver saw a soldier in a lieutenant uniform, wandering the street hand in hand with his girlfriend, he stared at his eyes that were about to explode, and shouted: "People's Liberation Army, help!" ”

Zhan Xia Ge suddenly let go of his hand, the driver was like a sack that had been emptied, and he fell to the ground hard, he breathed hard the air that he usually didn't feel even if it existed, he stared at Zhan Xia Ge standing in front of him with a frightened gaze, just now he had a feeling that this man really wanted to kill him!

"Why did you call the police when you were dying?" Zhan Xia Ge asked coldly: "In your eyes, aren't they just a bunch of unfamiliar dogs?" ”

The stocky driver, mouth wide open.

"I can only tell you a few words," Zhan Xia Ge said in a deep voice: "Whether it is an organization composed of soldiers, police, or civil servants from other countries, it is like the air that exists around everyone, maybe you don't care about its existence, but everyone can enjoy a stable society and struggle without worries, just because there are a large number of such people!" ”

"There are corrupt officials, and there are also cases of soldiers and bandits, but China is so big, there are more than a billion people, and the forest is big, what birds don't have? Your eyes only know that they are staring at those dark sides, why don't you open your eyes wide, go to re-understand the soldiers who protect you on the Qinghai-Tibet Highway, in the military stations, to re-recognize, walk past you, maybe you will be fined because your car is overloaded, but when your life is threatened, the first thing you think of is still the police, or the soldiers! ”

(To be continued)