The soldiers gasped and shook their limbs. Finally, after more than half an hour of rest. They slowly regained their save.

Nighthawk stood next to the car and handed the mine and the monkey a cigarette each.

The mine was fine, after a little rest, it was almost recovered now, and I picked up the cigarette given by the Nighthawk, and the ignition ignited with a click.

The monkeys are no better. It may be that I haven't trained like this for a long time, or it may be because of the initial recovery from an injury. Holding on to the car, he gasped for breath like a dead dog, and his face was pale and bloodless. Even Nighthawk lit him a cigarette, but he couldn't straighten up.

"Haha, I think you kid is also undertrained. Landmines, all the training of Ming'er is pulled up by this kid, and this little body board is getting worse and worse. Nighthawk laughed and kept patting the monkey on the back.

After gasping for a long time, the monkey regained his strength and protested: "I said captain, if you don't practice for a long time, people will be like this." Don't nag behind me, I'll follow any training below, this little thing won't bother me. ”

The three of them just stood like that, and after smoking three cigarettes, Nighthawk saw that the time was almost up. You can't always stand in the grassland like this, and you don't come out to herd sheep. Raise your legs and walk towards the soldiers who are lying on their backs.

"Is everyone rested? After resting, gather with me, it's best to move quickly, I don't like to pretend to be sick the most. Nighthawk said with a grin in his mouth, but his words were harsh.

The soldiers struggled to their feet, and when they heard Nighthawk's words, they wanted to beat him up. Are they all so virtuous, like they are pretending to be sick if they are not sick? That's worse than being sick.

But he is the boss and decides the fate of his own people. The heart is full of anger, it is time to get up, and the body is not ambiguous.

With a few small steps, in a few moments, the exhausted soldiers gathered in front of Nighthawk into a small square like a knife.

Nighthawk was very happy and said, "I am very satisfied with your watch today. Look, how am I saying, you still have a lot of potential, can you run faster than buns? None of them were bad, and they all came back. ”

The soldiers are about to explode, and you want us to die in the grassland! Don't come back, feed the wolves?

Nighthawk ignored the soldiers' eyes that were about to emerge from the sparks, and said with some disappointment, "If only I could fall behind one or two, it will save me a lot of trouble." ”

Depend on! This time, the pent-up anger in the team couldn't help it. A buzz began to stir quietly. The soldiers whispered curses Nighthawk's shamelessness and protests against his fascist behavior.

As if sad for a long time, as if helpless, Nighthawk shrugged his shoulders and continued: "So, in order to end the pain between us. I think we can't stop and we should continue. While his body is still hot, we should let him turn as strong as a perpetual motion machine. ”

As the soldiers looked horrified, Nighthawk said to Nunu behind them, "See that pile?" The comrades who camped had a task, and they were in a hurry, and they didn't have time to load the car and take it away. I think so, it's going to rain. When they come back to clean up, I don't know when. We will carry forward the good style of our revolutionary comrades-in-arms and help them carry them back. It's not too heavy, it's just some military supplies. ”

The soldiers turned their heads painfully and gasped when they saw what Nighthawk said was just military supplies.

Where is this what military supplies are so simple! When I came, I was too tired, and I was busy lying on the ground panting, and I didn't have time to take a closer look. At this moment, at a cursory glance, there are ten tents for the class alone. Anyone who has ever been in the army knows how heavy this guy must be.

Not to mention tents, there were marching pots, bags of grain-like objects, ammunition boxes and the like stacked together. The stack must be as tall as one man.

The soldiers had to swallow their saliva, just using manpower, carrying so many things, and still don't know how many kilometers away, thinking about it makes people tremble and retreat.

Looking back and thinking again, I helped my comrades move back. You're a liar, when we're three-year-olds. People are just in a hurry to, and they have time to clean up their business. Nighthawk's words are too unreliable, is it clear that they are fixing them?

The soldiers looked at Nighthawk with bitter hatred on their faces, eager to eat him alive. They couldn't have imagined how Nighthawk looked like such a harmonious person, and how his mind could think of all these immoral and crooked things.

"What? Don't want to? Too heavy? Nighthawk asked, as if confused.

The soldiers nodded so hurriedly that they forgot to speak, like a group of muffled gourds.

'Well, since you don't want to, forget it. Nighthawk said as if understanding. When the soldiers heard this, there was a burst of cheers and they almost jumped up. They were so glad for Nighthawk's wisdom.

"But", suddenly, Nighthawk made a big turn: "Since we are light, we can't be idle." Now you're all quasi-special forces. In this way, we will run back at the speed of a sprint to embody the fine tradition of our army that is not afraid of hardship or tiredness.

The audience was cold. The soldiers, who were cheering just now, almost vomited blood and fainted. I couldn't help but scold Nighthawk a thousand times in my heart.

"What the hell is this called? It's better than the last one, and it's still sprinting back, and it's not slowing down yet. If you don't wait to go back, everyone will have to hang up, and all of them will be used as fresh fertilizer for the grassland. The soldiers scolded him for being bloody, and even touched the ancestor whom Nighthawk had never seen before.

However, these are only psychological activities, because the soldiers are so stiff that they can't even open their mouths.

Nighthawk also looked very aggrieved, pretending to be innocent in front of everyone. Seeing the angry appearance of the soldiers, Nighthawk said with a little girl's expression: "I think you better choose quickly, it will rain soon, and the rain on the grassland is not pleasant." ”

This is not nonsense. As soon as Nighthawk finished speaking, as if to cooperate with him, there was a boom, and a shocking thunder sounded in the sky. A bolt of lightning slashed into the earth like a peerless sword outside the sky. The faces of everyone in the film turned pale. Perhaps, their faces were whiter than the lightning.

It's like resigned to fate. The soldiers sighed and turned around and threw themselves into the messy camp behind them. Everyone helped each other, some dismantled the tent, some carried the pot and carried the ammunition box.

It is undeniable that the power brought by thunder and lightning is still very effective, at least more effective than Nighthawk's words. The soldiers didn't want to spend hours in the rain on the grassland. They knew that Nighthawk didn't need it, he had a car. In the end, they were the unlucky.

The speed of his hands increased, three times and five divided by two, although he was extremely tired, but the entire camp was demolished by the soldiers in an instant. Carrying heavy supplies and equipment, he didn't need to be greeted by a nighthawk. The soldiers shouted slogans and strode forward.

"Dare to say bitter or not, think of the Red Army 25,000. Dare not to say that you are tired, go home and wash and go to bed. I don't know which soldier shouted, and the team burst into laughter. There is no longer the lifeless, likely-ready posture of going to the execution ground just now.

"These bastards." Nighthawk scolded with a soft laugh. He knew that this was the soldiers venting their frustration with him.

"Captain......" Mine was about to speak, but Nighthawk stopped him: "Let's go, they know the way back, it's going to rain, get in the car, we don't need to rain with them." ”

After saying that, he turned and got into the car, and the mine and the monkey hesitated for a moment, and then looked at the team that had already gone a long way. sighed, but turned around and got into the car.

The car roared and slowly followed the group. Nighthawk didn't want to leave, he just quietly observed which of these soldiers was good and which was bad.

Two hours later, the soldiers, whose waists were about to break, finally ushered in the long-awaited downpour.

It was late at night, although it wasn't far from dawn. But the sudden rainstorm still made the soldiers tremble. The rain was like a sharp arrow, scraping the skin and piercing the bones. Even though the soldiers are constantly exerting themselves, they are on fire. But this fire could not withstand the baptism of heavy rain, and it was extinguished in an instant.

When the grassland is wet by rain, it resembles a huge swamp. Desperately dragging the soldiers' feet, as if there was a bloody mouth of a wild beast below, and after waking up, the hungry stomach kept trying to taste the delicious taste of the living.

The soldiers stepped on the muddy water with difficulty, and their actions were more than twice as difficult as just now. The already trembling legs were now under more pressure, not only to withstand the weight of the gold's upper body, but also to prevent the doom of being stuck in the mud. The soldiers began to lose a bit. My body shook a little.

"Okay, I still have a vacant seat in the car, so if it doesn't work, I'll come up." If there are too many people, let us come down and go, and you will come up. Hurry up, don't hold on if you can't do it, you see how cold this rain is. Nighthawk shouted seductively, and smoked as he shouted. In that way, not to mention how arrogant it is, is it clearly provoking the soldiers?

The soldiers glared at the old fascist and cursed him for getting his wheels stuck in the mud and pushing the cart back.

"The great river flows eastward, and the stars in the sky rub the Beidou." I don't know which soldier howled. Like a bomb, it quickly spread through the ranks. The soldiers sang to this tune en masse.

In an instant, the entire grassland was trapped in this cheerful tune, and even the sound of the rain was suppressed by the bitter song of the soldiers.

The singing voice is melodious and tactful, strong and powerful. It's like a dying patient who suddenly finds hope of being alive and gets back on his feet......

The soldiers threw away their grief and pain, and regained their dignity and dedication as soldiers. Through the singing, they vented their dissatisfaction to the fullest, leaving only strength, filling their crumbling bodies, and holding them through the last journey.

Nighthawk smiled with satisfaction, rolled up the window, and looked out the window at the soldiers who had begun to run slowly in the rain as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and leaned comfortably on the back of their chairs. He knew that the soldiers outside would not fall.

The weather in the grassland is very strange, the rain comes and stops.

Near noon, the soldiers, who had been drenched in rain for six hours, finally saw the sun again. I remember that at this time yesterday, they were still some recruits who had just reported, and they were still looking forward to a better life in the future of special forces.

But at this moment, they have become unpopular chickens, ready to be ravaged at any time. The difference between the days is also too great. Just like this sudden weather, although I can't bear it, I have to go on hard.

"Look! Front! Suddenly, a soldier shouted excitedly, pointing tremblingly to the front, and was so excited that he could no longer speak.

The soldiers jerked their heads up and looked in the direction of his finger. A barracks that is now more beautiful than a fairyland appears in the eyes of the soldiers, and in the grassland, it looks a little lonely.

"It's not a mirage, is it?" A soldier rubbed his swollen eyes, most of their heads were not very clear at the moment, and they thought it was a dream guide.

When Bing, who rubbed his eyes for a long time, realized that this qiē was not a dream. Jumping up with joy. They forgot the incomparably heavy strategic materials they were carrying. Spread his legs and run wildly towards the barracks.