The eighth day of August in the ninth year.

In theory, this is a perfect auspicious day.

From childhood to adulthood, whether it is the fox fairy or the astrological diviner of the official office, they have repeatedly talked to the old man... I instilled as a child. They say that it is one sentence:

"The Han calendar has always been able to predict good luck and evil!"

Therefore, on the seventh day of July, the eighth day of August, and the ninth day of September, I have naturally thought that this is the best and best auspicious day!

Now that I think about it, I was so stupid and dull at that time!

But now, I envy my grandchildren all the time... They are less of this layer of constraints, in exchange for endless imagination!

…

Early in the morning of the eighth day of August, it was more than three o'clock in the morning. More precisely, 3:46am. Why do I remember? Because I looked at the footage later!

The aborigines of the new plane, before the arrival of God, can figure out the years, months and days, and the number of hours in each day, which is already quite a.

If you want to know exactly the hour, minute, and second, you don't dare to think about it...

I can't think of it, I can't use it.

Take myself as an example.

In the morning and evening, look up at the sun, and you will know that it is morning and afternoon, night and early morning; If you need to know the exact time of day, you can find a stick, stick it in the ground, and observe the difference in the reflection of different seasons.

The specific way of timekeeping, there are hourglasses and water leaks... But mainly with an hourglass.

So minutes and seconds, a few decades ago, didn't really matter to the natives of the new plane. The concept of subdivided time is dispensable, and the days are as convenient as they are.

It's just that~

For most aborigines, eye diseases caused by bright light are permanent. But no one took it seriously at the time. Whether the night vision ability is good or not, for the average person, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, the night is fine...

If you see what you can't see, you can only sleep and whatever!

…

Let's say, at about three o'clock in the morning on the first day of the eighth day of the new year, I was shouted by the guards outside the big tent of the Chinese army, which disturbed my sleep first, and then, the old Li head Li Sanyan ran in and called me to get up.

There were no beds either.

The tatami mats in the big tent are covered with a bed, which is the bedding for sleeping.

Li Sanyan didn't dare to lift my quilt directly. He knelt only half a meter away and shouted at me to get up. Then he said, "I just heard the roar of a giant bird... But this time, they pulled out clouds! ”

Hehe.

I remember this sentence very well.

After listening to this, I was also demented for a long time, and I was still thinking: This demon bird is too damn! Can even the clouds be pulled out?

So I hurriedly got up, followed Li Sanyan to the center of the Chinese military camp, looked up, and looked in the direction of his finger. For a moment, I was dumbfounded!

First of all, if you listen carefully, in the distant sky, the sound of the giant bird's own "boom and buzz" is still drifting; Secondly~ The small white flowers that slowly landed are still wandering in the sky...

It looks like a cloud, but it's getting closer!

Whether it's clouds or clouds, it's impossible for them to fall from the sky!

At that time, I held a telescope and visually inspected the white "floating clouds", which were estimated to be several hundred zhang high, so I immediately asked the fourth lieutenant of the Chinese army to lead the guards to the mountains on both sides.

It's still the same sentence!

"Afraid of bombing the camp"...

Do you know why I keep mentioning the concept of "bombing camp and anti-bombing camp" repeatedly?

Because I and other aborigines of the new time and space, as long as they are a leader, regardless of the size of the official position itself, the first duty before taking up the post is to guard against chaos among the three armies!

With me at the time... With only a little cognition, it is the norm for the army to travel and bomb the camp... Don't bomb the battalion, that's the wisdom of the commander.

That is to say, under normal circumstances, if a mediocre leader leads an army to the battle, nine times out of ten, before the war begins, the front, middle and rear armies have already fled due to various problems.

So!

Since ancient times, leading troops to go out on expeditions has been technical work.

Whether it is an expert or not, "bombing the camp" is the first threshold.

Not to mention our department, although it is the elite of the Liaodong Border Army, it is many, much stronger than the soldiers of Captain Wuhuan... But, again, whether this bombing camp or not bombing the camp has nothing to do with combat strength and military discipline!

Even if our department is all elite... Except for the two divisions of the New Army... But after all, there are more than 8,000 people in my department, and they have been out of the day for a long time and have been suffering for more than a month.

And the baggage only accompanied us for half a month, and then returned.

Theoretically, from the third day of August of the ninth year, our subordinates ~ those of us who are disobedient can already be called the "army of food shortages".

Food shortages are a factor that can lead to the "bombing of the camp". But in my opinion, this is not the main factor. After all, even if our department runs out of food, can we still fish and hunt!

And the destination is right at hand.

So in the final analysis, it should be said that it was the fourth day of the eighth month, and we saw the "demon light" for the first time...

and thereafter, various "demons" one after another.

It is these bizarre new things that make me worry more and more about "bombing the camp"! If we haven't arrived at our destination yet, our department will bomb the camp first, then I might as well die!

It's still the kind that doesn't blink your eyes...

But it was fine at the time.

Or maybe it's an old man... My Gongsun Gong at that time... Oh my life...

This good fortune refers to luck in probability.

Due to the lack of light at that time, even if there was the lighting of the camp torches, it was not enough for more dumb soldiers to see the situation in the sky.

Besides, even if the roar of the "giant bird and demon bird" is still the same, the continuous exhaustion still makes the vast majority of soldiers sleep very dead.

Looked at.

My first instinct was to ask the guards to be divided into groups and stare at the slowly falling "clouds". Once the "clouds" landed, be sure to find me as soon as possible.

Although I don't remember it now, more of the specific layout at that time.

But there is one thing I remember very well.

That is, in the process of waiting, my whole body was inexplicably trembling, chilling, and restless! And I remember that at that time, all the soldiers who could look up at the sky had a look of fear on their faces.

Now, of course, I know it's called an airdrop!

But at the time...

All that remains is fear!

Because in the hearts of the aborigines at that time, in addition to rain, snow and hail in the sky, there were only thunderbolts and tornadoes... After a tornado, there will naturally be occasional fish, shrimp and crabs.

About anxious ~ maintaining demeanor ~ pretending not to be afraid, waited for half an hour. The four lieutenants and the guards are all back. They carried many black boxes.

The lieutenants said that the two new armies on the left and right also saw the black box, and there were many of them who watched the whole process.

One of the reasons why the battalion was not bombed was also because the captain and the marquis were afraid of death and kept silent...

…

Just as we were studying what this black box was with the lieutenants, more guards were interested in the white "cloth".

Originally, I was going to leave the black box alone and look at the "text" pasted on it... Unexpectedly, Wang Ou, a stupid cunt, directly slashed it with a knife!

Oh my God!

That was the first time I smelled the smell of canned food.

This meatless luncheon meat is still one of my favorites!

Wang Ou went down with a knife, and the entire black box was cut down in half by him. Most of the canned boxes of wine were wasted... Of course, his knife also shattered...

The ground where our unit is stationed is the river and tidal flats, not to mention the sediment, all kinds of weeds and small insects are everywhere. But the fragrant canned broth can no longer be recycled.

Funny, isn't it?

That's right!

Even the broth that was spilled on the ground is still fresh in my memory, which shows how lacking my knowledge of food was at that time!?

There were more than fifty black boxes.

I and the lieutenant's cronies, we give priority to eating and chatting... I'm not afraid of toxicity... If it was poisonous, the new army left and right who opened the box earlier than us, wouldn't it have died half an hour ago?!

As for how do you know they're eating?

Oh~

After the new army was formed, I knew that they were going to sing songs before they had dinner. This concept of "singing military songs" is also a new term to me.

But that's not important.

The important thing is that while satisfying the desire of my tongue, I suddenly felt a chill all over my body!

Because three questions come to mind: First, where does this food come from? Second, if this aroma overflows, will it blow up the camp? Third, do you want us to sing military songs as well?

After thinking and discussing...

At that time, I ordered the distribution of "new army rations"! All units of the army marched according to the current queue formation... Stop eating after the sun shines!

After a series of orders, I returned to my camp and began to stare at the paper attached to the black box...

But it's obvious~

At that time, I couldn't even read a word...

To be continued