The sea in the distance is dark and heavy, and there is no longer the gentle wireless and beautiful scenery of the day. Some are just the sound of Lang rising with the waves, accompanied by the unknown in the endless darkness.

Nighthawk and Wen Ye stood side by side on the deck, looking at the black as thick ink, and did not speak for a long time.

"Do you smoke?" Wen Ye took out a box of cigarettes from his arms and handed one to Nighthawk.

Nighthawk smiled and took the cigarette and laughed at himself, "It's a pity, there is smoke but no fire." ”

With a crisp sound, Master Wen handed the lighter to the cigarette: "I have it." ”

Nighthawk smiled and took a deep breath, slowly enjoying the sensation of tobacco paralyzing his body. The slight cold also drifted away with the small smoke rings that were spit out.

"Are you homesick?" Wen Ye spat out smoke rings, as if asking casually.

"Home, hehe, I don't have a home for a long time, the army is all I have." Nighthawk was a little gloomy, this was the pain he had always had, and the thought of his tragic death of his parents always woke him up in his dreams.

"Like you, I've been alone for a long time. After so many years, wandering around, when will I have a home? Wen Ye seemed to have fallen into his own contemplation from the question he had just asked, and he was silent with a solemn expression.

Two silent men smoked cigarettes quietly. At this time, the silent chat expressed the memories of many years, so that the thoughts of the two people could be quietly rewound for a while.

"Have you ever wondered what you will do if you don't go to the army one day?" After being silent for a long time, Master Wen broke the silence.

"No, never thought about it. I haven't thought about taking it off since I put it on, and that's probably where I belong. Nighthawk said firmly, this is also the promise he made at his father's grave many years ago, and it is also all he pursues in life.

"Why?" Wen Ye was curious, as if he wanted to know about Nighthawk's qiē.

"There are actually a lot of things, but when you think about it, it's pitiful. There is my youth, my ideals, my ambitions, and my lovely brothers in distress.

I can't throw away everything, if I don't have these, the foundation of my life will be completely broken. Maybe I won't find the joy of being alive. Nighthawk spoke quickly, and poured out what he was thinking, as if it was a happy thing to be able to say it to the man in front of him, who had behaved elegantly.

Wen Ye nodded: "I admire your choice, you are a good soldier and a loyal warrior." Huaxia just needs more talents like you. Wen Ye said with emotion, as if there were endless reveries, all hidden in deep darkness, unpredictable.

"Will we meet again after tomorrow?" Nighthawk suddenly felt a little reluctant to say much to the mysterious man in front of him, but asked him every word.

"Hehe" Master Wen smiled mysteriously: "There is a silver light left tonight, especially afraid that the dream of meeting is the king, tomorrow across the mountains, life and death are boundless." After saying these two headless words, Wen Ye shook Nighthawk's hand vigorously, laughed and turned to leave.

Soon he disappeared behind the container, and in the cold night, only his strong laughter remained, and the aftermath lingered for a long time.

Nighthawk is a little baffled, which one is this last one? He himself is a rough man, he doesn't understand the meaning of Wen Ye's words, and he always feels that Wen Ye always gives people a very kind feeling, but he always reveals a mysterious and unpredictable feeling. Maybe he's also a man with a lot of stories, Nighthawk thought complicatedly.

Turning around, Nighthawk walked back to the container, Ah Cheng had been waiting by the door, saw him coming, smiled and lifted the wind lantern to clear the way for him. When Nighthawk entered the door, Ah Cheng turned around and went out silently, slamming the door shut. He returned to this small world, temporarily losing contact with the outside world.

"What are you talking about?" Lao Zhou came up and asked curiously. A person like Wen Ye, even Lao Zhou, has something he can't figure out.

"It's nothing, I talked a few words casually, asked me about my situation, smoked a few cigarettes, and it was gone." Nighthawk spread his hands and said what had just happened as if he was innocent, and his expression was like that of a schoolboy being punished by a teacher.

Lao Zhou shook his head and said to himself: "What an inscrutable person." With a sigh, he returned to the corner and closed his eyes.

This is a spaced "room", which is said to be a room, but it is actually a large cargo box. On the other side, one room was sealed, and only on the one side where it came in was a small door open, extremely secretive, and it seemed that it had been prepared for them a long time ago.

The furnishings inside are also simple to the extreme, so simple that there are no furnishings, only two bunk beds for them to rest temporarily. There was a folding table and a small horse scattered under the bed, it seemed that Wen Ye didn't want to keep them for long, and they were just temporary backups.

The walls around were re-pasted with thick newspapers, and although they couldn't see their original appearance, the stench emitted by the bursts still made everyone frown.

Fortunately, the containers are not fully enclosed. There are a lot of cavities around it so that they can breathe fresh air and not be locked up in it and suffocated.

The container was divided into two, and the men were all lying together in a huddle, already asleep. The room was a little spacious, not so cramped, with a single bed on which the spur was lying quietly. Nighthawk lifted the curtain and walked in.

Monroe sat beside the spur with red eyes, staring intently at his pale face. Since she woke up, she knew from Mengfei's mouth about the injury of the military stab.

She was very moved, in her many calamities of life, she could still meet the man who protected her life, she felt like she was in a dream.

When she heard the monkey's last words to her sù stab, she cried, crying with great sadness and joy at the same time. I am sad that the military thorn is so stupid, and I am happy that the military thorn can still think about his happiness at the last moment. proved that he didn't choose the wrong person. It was tears of joy.

She silently grabbed the hand of the military thorn and secretly swore that this man, I will follow him for the rest of my life.

At this moment, seeing Nighthawk come in, Monroe reluctantly smiled and stood up, giving up the chair under her to Nighthawk.

Nighthawk waved his hand, looked at Monroe, who was very haggard, and said worriedly, "You haven't slept for three days, rest well." You are like this now, even if this kid is awake, I am afraid that I will not recognize you when I look at it. ”

Monroe was stunned! Yes, it's been a long time since I've slept either, and since she woke up, she's been staying by the side of the assassin without sleeping. I was always afraid that as soon as I fell asleep, the military assassin would go quietly. She felt that as long as she accompanied the military thorn, the military thorn would definitely wake up, and maybe one morning, she would be able to see the smiling military thorn in the haze.

As soon as Nighthawk reminded him, a wave of sleepiness followed, instantly surging all over his body.

It's too sleepy indeed. Opening her mouth, Monroe smiled embarrassedly.

"You can lie down here and sleep for a while. It's okay, I'm still here, this kid can't die. Nighthawk comforted Monroe.

Monroe nodded, pulled over the chair, and lay down on the side of the bed. She was so tired that after a while, Nighthawk heard a slight snoring.

Nighthawk smiled, turned his head to look at the military thorn who was still unconscious, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Military thorn, military thorn, you kid didn't die, it seems that this time you picked up a big bargain." Nighthawk said teasingly, more happy for the military thorn.

Marrying Monroe into the door has become the greatest wish of the military assassin, so he will not care about protecting her, this is probably love, Nighthawk whispered.

He sat down against the edge of the bed, something chuckled, and Nighthawk reached out and took something from his waist. It was a sword given to him by Matsumoto when he was dying.

Nighthawk slowly drew the blade, the cold light was still there, and the water rippled like waves, and in an instant, it flowed through the entire bedroom. It's all about it. Sure enough, it's a good knife, although it was given to him by Matsumoto. However, as he himself said, it should be returned to its original owner. It was originally an ancestor's thing, and such a good knife should have a great origin. Nighthawk decided that he must study it carefully when he goes back, maybe it will be a peerless sword that will not be born in the world.

Looking at the incomparable blade, unconsciously, God returned to the castle, and remembered Matsumoto who was sitting in a pool of blood and laughing to death, and there was a faint trace of sympathy in his heart.

Three long and two short knocks on the door rang again. Ah Cheng stood at the door with a smile.

"Everyone, the boat that picks you up has arrived, and the boss is waiting for you outside to see you off."

It's finally here, Lao Zhou excitedly told everyone that he will be able to go home soon! The long-lost home, in the hearts of the soldiers who have experienced life and death, there is a stronger and stronger sense of urgency.

Outside the house, Master Wen was waiting for them with a spring breeze on his face.

"Alright, the ship has arrived, now it's time to go. My people all went to the lower deck for lunch, and now no one sees you, and you haven't appeared, and when you get out of this boat, it's all 0. Although Master Wen said categorically, his tone always revealed a warmth.

"Thank you for your help, we'll remember." Lao Zhou shook hands with Master Wen affectionately.

Wen Ye shook his head and said admonishingly: "No, just like I said just now, when I get out of here, every qiē is 0." You've never been on my ship, you've never seen me, and this memory is going to be erased forever, you know? Suddenly, Lao Zhou saw the thick evil in Wen Ye's eyes, which made people like Lao Zhou shudder.

There was no need to ask, Lao Zhou also knew what he meant, nodded heavily, and followed the relieved Wen Ye to the front deck.

A rope ladder hung straight on the side of the ship, and two leather assault boats were resting under the freighter, waiting for them.

"This?" Lao Zhou was puzzled. What is the use of two kayaks on this vast sea, isn't this tantamount to looking for death?

Wen Ye smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't worry, go down, you will go back safely." Looking at the mysterious Wen Ye, Lao Zhou is unhappy, usually he plays mystery with others, but he didn't expect to be played by himself one day.

There was no way, Lao Zhou said hello and slowly climbed down the ladder with the soldiers. The military thorn was also tied to the black bear's back with a rope, and with Monroe's support, he slowly descended to the dinghy.

"Nighthawk, one last word to you" Master Wen smiled sincerely at Nighthawk who walked last, and slowly lowered his voice, "Remember, don't trust anyone. ”

The dinghy slowly sailed away from the freighter, and Nighthawk stood at the bow of the ship, looking at Wen Ye, who was blown by the wind and his hair fluttering everywhere, gradually disappearing from sight, becoming a small black dot, and he recalled what Wen Ye said just now: "What do you mean?" ”

The cheers broke Nighthawk's musings, and when he looked back, a submarine was slowly rising above the blue sea with a jet of water at the intersection of sea and sky. That, it's the submarine going home.