Until the next morning, the rain had no intention of stopping. The rain was still washing the ground. The filthy blood was slowly diluted, the craters in the streets rippled, and the decomposing corpses were wrapped in body bags by the soldiers and left in the corners, unnoticed.

In a dilapidated low-rise building, most of the soldiers of Platoon A were nested inside. The few remaining rays of sunlight in the sky pierced the thick dark clouds into the building, and Buvic stuck his head out of his warm sleeping bag, slowly opened his sleepy eyes, slowly adjusted to the light around him, and looked around.

Poya looked at Buvic with a blank expression, then picked up the freshly wiped rifle and moved it aside.

"Hmm, how long have I been asleep?"

"Six hours." Poya replied.

Buvic rubbed his eyes and said, "Ah, that's cool." Do you know the way, sleeping on a cool rainy day is the most refreshing. The cold wind is blowing outside, the rain is crackling on the waterproof sleeping bag, and you are sleeping in the warm sleeping bag, ah! That feels really good! ”

"Well, it's cool."

"What time is it?"

"Half past eight."

Buvicki took a sip of water from the water bag lying next to him.

"Wonderful morning, isn't it? The enemy wouldn't have come to attack us on such a wonderful morning. Donald said with a smile as he held his rifle.

Sally said as she nibbled on dry food, "It depends on the mood of the enemy. Well, those American soldiers were nested in those buildings not far away. ”

"Damn, how many of us can move?"

"Counting the soldiers who died and the seriously wounded who were sent away. We have sixteen of us left to fight. ”

"Connor, how's he doing?"

"Completely insane."

Donald looked back at Pozik and said loudly, "Okay, great. After a fucking night, we lost half a platoon's combat effectiveness! It's all to blame for someone, for the sake of honor and interests, the whole platoon is miserable! ”

There was silence all around.

Pozik picked up his rifle and stood up, slowly walked up to Donald, and scolded Donald: "Bastard! "Then walk away.

"What? What did you just say about me? Donald stood up and gave Pozik a hard push.

"Bastard!" Pozik raised the volume.

"You're a bastard!" When the two saw that a fight was about to start, the surrounding brothers immediately rushed forward and pulled them apart. The shouting and shouting were all over the place. The scene was chaotic.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?" Pozik broke free from the person next to him and roared, "I don't care about those bullshit medals at all, and I don't care about those shit ranks. If you want me to go court-martialed, let me be demoted and I'm always welcome, because that's not something I should be thinking about at all. All I thought about was how many people I could save! Perhaps I was a failure last night, killing several of my brothers. But I have never killed them for my own honor and gain! Medals, military ranks, and whatever. It's all fucking shit! ”

Silent.

Donald glared at Pozik, sneered disdainfully, and walked away.

Edmund rubbed his hands together and asked loudly, "Well, now that we have only sixteen people left in our A platoon, how are we going to survive today?" ”

"I'm not God, I can't help it." Pozik shook off and walked away quickly.

Sally sat on the sidelines, staring blankly out at the street through a small bullet hole in the wall. She saw the old woman staggering down the street with her four children. Like a couple of tramps. In the distance, there were dilapidated buildings and clouds of black smoke, and sometimes the sound of gunfire and explosions could be faintly heard.

"The follow-up troops will be here this evening. Hum! By that time I reckon we'll all be mummified! ”

"Can we call in a medical helicopter and take the deadly wounded away?"

"Call you dick helicopter! Hober is all dead, and no one can contact the frontline medical center! ”

"Hell!"

"All of our conversations on walkie-talkies can be heard by people in the front command, but we can't hear their answers."

"What are you trying to illustrate?"

"Maybe reinforcements are on the way."

"you!"

"Wait a minute!" Torris grabbed his rifle and jumped up, "Did you hear that?" ”

"What?"

"There's a sound outside, a strange sound."

There was a sudden silence in the room. Everyone listened quietly for a while, and then immediately picked up their weapons, climbed to their combat positions, and entered the combat state.

The voice was about one hundred and forty yards to the right, twenty-four feet high, in the building over there. Attention, everyone, don't look up, we are in a lower position than them! Cole shouted as he lay on the ground and lowered his voice, pulling out his sniper rifle and wiping his scope.

The soldiers moved their guns to the right, and found a seventh-story building one hundred and forty yards ahead, from which the sound must have come from.

"Give the order!" Chris kicked Lieutenant Pozik, who was lying behind him.

Pozik turned on the walkie-talkie: "Gomand 40DA calls Philadelphia Barrel Bar 43, Gomand 40DA calls Philadelphia Barrel Bar 43, do you hear it, over." ”

"Philadelphia Barrel Bar 43 received, please speak."

"There is a suspicious source of sound in the coordinates FEBA093 are your men building a defense line there? Complete. ”

"No, it's over."

"Understood, the call is over."

"What the fuck is going on with that?"

"They may be enemies. Don't fire, everyone, keep watching the situation! ”

"It doesn't sound right, it sounds like they're playing an instrument!"

"That's right!"

"It was supposed to be their charge, or some kind of bullshit march, but they were cheering up, regrouping, and preparing for the next big charge. In my opinion, we're going to die, they're going to open our asses! ”

Taylor, who was lying on the side, lowered his voice and scolded: "Chris, you shut up for me!" Damn it. Your mouth is more disgusting than the butt of a black sow raised on my farm! ”

"Shhhh Don't be noisy! Gawyn put his finger to his lips. He paused silently for a moment, then grabbed his weapon and slowly squirmed towards the corner.

"Cole, lend me that sound source jamming system of yours!" Gayn beckoned to Cole. Puzzled, Cole pulled the sound source jamming system out of his pocket. Lost it.

"What the do you think you're doing, stinky boy!" Peter couldn't look at it anymore and scolded in a low voice.

"Don't worry, the enemy isn't trying to kill us, they're just playing music to entertain themselves. I've seen them play this instrument at the Battle of Daniels, and it looks like a bamboo flute, and it sounds pretty good. ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Do you want to do an anthropological experiment? I intend to respond to them. Gawyn pulled the small box out of his backpack. Open it and take out the three polished flutes.

"You're crazy!"

"You're risking all of our lives!" Pozik yelled quietly.

"Relax, guys!" After Gavin assembles the flute. Clip the sound source jammer to the lip pad.

The soldiers in the room all looked at Gavin. Gavin nestled in the corner, he picked up his flute, cleared his throat, and put his lips on the lip pad. He started by gently blowing a melody in F major. Then put down the flute. Listen carefully to each other's movements.

The voices on the side of the U.S. military also stopped. The two sides were at a stalemate for a while, and the air seemed to freeze solid all at once, making everyone so nervous that they couldn't breathe.

"Damn, you're in trouble!"

"It's really over this time, we're dead."

Hundreds of drops of rain hit Gavin's helmet, and poured down the brim of the helmet like a small waterfall on Gavin's face. The rain was pouring down, but no one cared about them. Cole gently unhooked the safety of the sniper rifle, and Donald quickly chewed on his gum. Buvic stared at the building through bullet holes in the wall, saving him from blinking. All of them stretched their nerves like strings. It snaps almost at any moment.

Someone whispered: "I was blowing the trumpet very arrogantly just now, why did I lose my voice all of a sudden?" What the hell are those idiots waiting for? ”

"They're thinking about whether or not to open your ass to flowers."

"That's a fucking good sign!"

There were whispers of curses all around: "Gavin, you're doing so well!" If we get killed or injured because of you, I'll take a knife and cut off the skin off your dick, then make an octopus roll and throw it on the side of the street to feed the dogs! ”

"Quiet!"

"If you say another word, I'll pull your ass open!"

"The enemy is moving!"

Just then, the Americans in the distance began to play their music again, only louder. It seemed that the aliens did not intend to attack, and the German soldiers in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, everyone heard clearly, the music played by the other party was not a march or a trumpet, but a light melody full of positive energy. Gawyn thought it was funny, and he thought maybe the Americans were inviting themselves to join their ensemble by raising their voices. So he simply picked up the flute, threw away the things about the old sesame seeds and rotten grain, and let go of the blowing directly.

Gaywin was once again the focus of all the German soldiers present. The flute was long and muffled at first. Then the melody begins to pick up and the difference between the high and low tones begins to widen. At the end of the day, Gawyn went crazy, and he was completely absorbed in his music.

"You're playing Canon!" Edmund was on the verge of shouting.

The duet of Gayn's "Canon" and the tunes played by the Americans is simply perfect! The speed of the melody, as well as the grasp between the high and low tones, are simply seamless! Gawyn is truly a superb flutist.

"It's so handsome!"

The soldiers looked at Gayn and listened to his duet with the American ensemble, and they all smiled—all of their faces blackened by the flames of war began to show a rare smile.

Gavin's fingers nimbly danced on the flute keys. He was so engrossed, he forgot that he was still a soldier, he forgot the equipment on his body that was armed to the teeth, he was completely like a musician playing the flute on a stage full of magnesium lights, in front of an audience of hundreds or thousands! His body swayed to the rhythm of the music. What a miracle! Since ancient times, no German soldier and American soldier have played such a piece together, and the ensemble has been so perfect.

Tick! A drop of rain dripped on Sally's goggles. Sally looked up. Through the broken roof, she noticed that the rain had stopped. The dark clouds began to slowly disperse, revealing a blue sky and white clouds. And that rare sunshine. The royal blue aura that is unique to the United States quietly surrounds the sky.

The soldiers had never seen such a beautiful view. The sunlight drove away the darkness and shone into the house, shining on a drop of water on the flute, and pulling up a small rainbow.

The brethren sat around Gaywin, as if they were no longer a group of grumbling, swearing, tired, dazed clay legs. Stuffy in the filthy buildings waiting to rot, they are more like a group of happy peasants, sitting around the wheat fields after their work. Under the blue sky and white clouds, listen to the mischievous reed warblers chirping between the stems, feel the warm sunshine and sweet breeze, and be surrounded by endless golden ears of wheat.

He took a deep breath as Gawyn finished blowing the last note, la. The voices of the U.S. military also stopped. The comrades-in-arms looked at Gavin. There was silence all around. One of the soldiers' bodies moved. He forcibly resisted the thought of rushing forward and hugging Gawyn.

"That's smart! It's so fucking clever! ”

"You're a miracle!"

"Soldiers on the other side!" The enemy began to shout in non-verbal German. Pozik shouted: "Lie down on the spot and prepare for battle!" Suddenly, there was a faint sound of the pulling of the retractor around.

"Don't be nervous!" It seems that the Americans do not know where the Moral Army is hiding. "You're doing a great job, your music is beautiful."

"Nonsense! Don't look at who I am! Gavin muttered quietly.

"From your music, we can tell that you are not as fanatical about war as we think, you are very different. What kind of instruments do you use? ”

Gavin shouted, "Flute! ”

"What a wonderful instrument, and I'm sure the flute player must have been very friendly."

"You're fine, too, at least you didn't kill us this morning!"

"Friends. Your music has made us so happy, so why should we take your life? ”

Donald muttered to the side, "That's a good reason. ”

Edmund looked at the clear sky. Took a deep breath. It was the first time since the battle began that the sky had cleared. The sun had completely revealed its face, and there were white clouds like marshmallows floating quietly in the blue sky.

"What are you going to do when the war is over?" Gavin asked at the stronghold of the American army.

"Rebuild our homes and clean up the mess you left us. What about you? ”

"I'm going to ...... Go home and be a musician, put on a few shows, and find a few pretty girls! ”

"Hopefully I can join you by then."

"I welcome Americans at all times. Brother, do you have a family? ”

“．．．．．． It's mine...... All loved ones...... All dead, the family ...... There is only one sister left who is less than ten years old......"

．．．．．．

Corporal Sally put down her polished rifle, and just as she was about to speak, an earth-shattering explosion erupted outside the window, interrupting Sally's thoughts. The deafening explosion pricked the soldiers' ears like needles. The shockwave swept into the room with tiny shards of sand. The room was gray and chaotic. The soldiers were so anxious that they cried out.

"What the fuck just happened?"

"Be on guard!"

There was a fierce exchange of fire outside, without warning, and it sounded as if some unit was starting to fight the Americans. The fire lit up, and black smoke began to rise. They were not prepared at all for such a fierce battle.

The soldiers of platoon A immediately went into combat mode. Pozik again connected to the combat communications network of the 3rd Reconnaissance Company: "What happened just now? Are you guys firing? He was so anxious that he didn't even bother to report to his unit.

"Impossible! We're not firing! That's the people of the 1st Reconnaissance Battalion of the 1st Marine Division, reinforcements are coming up! "It seems that the company commander is in a hurry than him.

Woo! A helicopter gunship flew over and hovered in front of the seventh-floor small high-rise building, where it was bombarded indiscriminately. On the ground, the armed convoy drove up, and a large group of soldiers jumped out of the car and scattered on both sides of the road, covering the convoy's advance.

Peter looked at his watch, and at 3:21 p.m., reinforcements had arrived seven hours earlier than had planned!

"Lexington D1 calls all the defenders, move your fat butts over to me! You're ready to go home! Of course, this "home" does not mean home in the true sense of the word, but the outpost of the airport. Still, the brothers present were quite excited when they heard this, because they could finally leave this hellish place where birds don't.

Some soldiers threw smoke bombs and rushed out of the building to set up a makeshift defensive line. Other soldiers ran out with the brothers hanging the lanterns and stuffed them into armoured vehicles. "Whew"! One of the opposing missiles flew over the head of Major Wilson, the commander of the 1st Reconnaissance Battalion, with a fine smoke, and plunged headlong into the building behind him, throwing up mud and rocks. Major Wilson subconsciously shrank his head, then turned to Pozik as if nothing had happened, and said, "We want to make sure that your wounded soldiers can leave safely, so I hope you can hold the southeast corner before the wounded leave." Once the wounded are loaded, you take your men with the men of the 3rd Reconnaissance Company, hurry? ”

"Rush!"

Five helicopters flew over, scattered in all directions, hovering over the battlefield. Each helicopter dropped six ropes and a smoke bomb, and the six soldiers in the helicopter grabbed their respective ropes and hung them outside the cabin, slid down the ropes from both sides of the helicopter under the cover of the smoke screen, jumped to the ground, and then quickly dispersed.

After the soldiers ran away, the helicopter dropped the rope, and then quickly pulled up and left. The whole process took less than thirty seconds.

Platoon A hurried to the southeast corner of the defense zone, where it established a defensive line. The seriously wounded defenders were carried out of the tunnels by the brethren. Lying on a stretcher, Akrit was carried out of the tunnel by three soldiers—two on the stretcher, one with a bag of blood—through the bloody and bullet-ridden neighborhood, and into the troop compartment of an armored vehicle.

When everything was in order, one of the soldiers rudely slammed the door shut, then slammed it twice. (To be continued......)