Xiucai Wu Yipeng is really full of complaints these days, you can't imagine how uncomfortable the deputy head Liu Wei tossed him.

Liu Wei originally didn't know how to fiddle with the instrument, but in those days of the black storm, it was uncomfortable to nest in the ground, and he said to the female soldier Tian Yuzhen: "You teach me, watching you fiddle with it, my heart is itchy." Tian Yuzhen glared at him in astonishment: "You are the deputy head of the regiment, and fiddling with instruments is our soldier's business." "Where did these crooked truths come from, let you teach them, you will teach them, and if you don't teach me, invite others." Liu Wei pretended to be angry.

"The order of the deputy head of the regiment, how dare I not accept it." Tian Yuzhen made a grimace, opened the box, took out the instrument, and taught it in the nest. I'm afraid of everything, as long as I get my heart into it, there is nothing difficult in the world. By the time the black storm was over, Liu Wei, who thought he was very stupid, could read the numbers very accurately to the ruler. This time to partner with Xiucai Wu Yipeng is his own idea, one is that he has just learned, and he has not actually practiced, and he is afraid that he will not be able to live up to others if he changes to a skilled ruler. Xiucai Wu Yipeng is also a half-bottle, half-bottle to half-bottle, just right. On the other hand, many things happened in the black storm, which made them suspicious of Wu Yipeng, and they didn't dare to say it to their faces, after all, they were from the division headquarters, and they were the celebrity of the division commander Liu Zhenhai, and they would make mistakes in principle if they were suspicious. After discussing privately with Luo Zhengxiong, he decided to use this opportunity to completely find out the secret between Wu Yipeng and Ahargul.

Seeing that he could level the instrument in the ground, the little blister became disobedient when he reached the measuring point and the tripod was propped up on the beach. At the first measurement point, he spent three hours, but he still couldn't adjust the blister to the middle, and the methods that Tian Yuzhen taught him in the nest didn't work, and the instrument seemed to be against him, and the more anxious he was, the more he didn't listen to fiddling. After a few sweats, the small blister couldn't be found, and he was so angry that he kicked up a ball of sand: "Lao Tzu can deal with a brigade of Japanese devils, but he can't deal with a small blister!" ”

Wu Yipeng, who had been standing with a ruler in the distance for a long time, ran over: "If you continue like this, it will not be even tomorrow, why don't you find another instrument and let him teach you again?" ”

"What stinky fart are you putting, stand back and hold the ruler well, without my order, dare to run around again, be careful I will level you first!"

After scolding Xiucai, he continued to rectify, this time the little blister was actually very obedient, and it was given to the middle in a few clicks. It's really weird, Liu Wei was puzzled in his heart, but he couldn't get the trick. Later, he consulted the instrument hand, and he was told that he must be calm when fiddling with the instrument, and the small blister will run away if the hand is a little bigger.

"What a showy guy!" After two days of continuous testing, Liu Wei found that the instrument hand should not only be calm and calm, but also cultivate a sense of the instrument. This feeling is in the hand, just like you play with the gun, the more familiar you are, the higher the tacit understanding between the hand and the gun, and the gun will become a part of your hand after a long time, and you will feel uncomfortable without it for a while. He became gentle, patient, and even though he was left behind by the other instrumentalists every day, he was not at all flustered, even a little slow. Wu Yipeng couldn't stand it, sometimes he had to stand at a point for two or three hours, and he couldn't put the ruler down. Liu Wei scolded him: "You have to do what you do, you are a ruler, it is your duty to hold the ruler, I am my business to level it or not, you throw the ruler aside and lie on the beach, what is the difference between herding sheep?" He said unconvinced: "You are uneven, I am holding a ruler, who am I standing for?" Liu Wei didn't care about his grievances, even if he stayed up all morning, he wanted him to be decent. What's even more terrifying is that every day makes people leave behind, and he and Liu Wei are left in the desert, two big men, guarding this desert, and they have a lot of taste in their hearts.

Wu Yipeng missed Akhalgul a little, and he couldn't see her shadow for a while, so he panicked in his heart. It's such a ridiculous feeling, how can you miss her? Xiucai Wu Yipeng confused himself, didn't he swear to draw a line with her, a few days ago he was still hesitating, whether to report what Akhalgul said, why did it change in just a few days? Don't......

Wu Yipeng didn't dare to think about it, this is a very dangerous thing, and if he doesn't make a good fuss, he will let this woman be ruined! It's better to confess to Luo Zhengxiong, lest you ...... As soon as this thought popped up, Akhalgul's voice sounded: "If you dare to leak the secret, I will let you die an ugly death than Sun Wangzi." ”

Sun Wangzi is Wu Yipeng's hometown, classmate, and his closest person. At that time, he and Sun Wangzi joined the army from their hometown in Shanxi, the two of them were in the same class, and later went to the same company, all the way from Taihang Mountain to the Central Plains, fought 800 miles of Qinchuan, and fought a vicious battle with Ma Bufang in Gansu for several months, and finally entered Xinjiang alive. I thought that Xinjiang, their life might be better, but I didn't expect to encounter rebellions again and again. In those days, the two of them were very depressed, especially Sun Wangzi, who already regretted following the army into Xinjiang. "If I knew that Xinjiang was so bitter, it was better not to come." "Where can you go if you don't come?" Wu Yipeng also complained and had no place to go. "It's good to stay in Yan'an at the beginning, it's all because you think Yan'an is poor, and when you go to Xinjiang, there are endless grapes, cantaloupe, and beautiful Uyghur girls, this is good, I play with the rebels every day, if it falls into their hands one day, I'm afraid I won't even be able to leave a whole corpse." "Can you blame me, the road ahead is dark, I knew this, I can't even go to the Yellow River. But now what is the use of talking about this, we have to think of a way, we can't mess around like this. "What can I think of, if there is a way, I can still be so depressed?"

This is a whisper between the two, every time they finish a mission, the two always have to find a place to say the depression in their hearts. One of the two of them has a kind of regret that they have not met each other, and now they are in the group, they are both educated and brainy, but there are good and bad things in the group, and they can't always get to them, which makes them feel that their dreams have been disappointed. Second, they originally thought that as long as Xinjiang was liberated, the war would be completely over, and all that remained was to reward the county magistrate or something, so as to make up for the hardships and burdens they had endured over the years. At least you should be able to get a beautiful daughter-in-law, have a few more sons, and enjoy the blessings of life. Who knew that the top suddenly issued an order not to let the team that entered Xinjiang return, and no one was willing to be trapped in this desert Gobi for a lifetime.

After that conversation, both of them secretly took action, that is, actions to change their own fate. God may have opened his eyes extraordinarily, allowing Wu Yipeng to meet the division commander Liu Zhenhai. Liu Zhenhai went to the regiment to inspect the work, Wu Yipeng asked the regiment commander to take a summary, and by the way, he helped the regiment write some propaganda materials, and it happened that Liu Zhenhai was looking for such a person, who could write and speak, read books, and had ink in his stomach. At present, compared with the war period, there is a lot of propaganda work to be done in the division, and Liu Zhenhai also wants to study more and improve himself. In this way, Wu Yipeng was favored by Liu Zhenhai, and after talking once, he took Liu Zhenhai's jeep to the division headquarters. This time, he flew yellow and ascended, and he no longer had to raise his head to fight guerrilla warfare with those rebels. For a period of time, he lost contact with Sun Wangzi, and then one day, Sun Wangzi suddenly found him and said very mysteriously: "Do you want to meet a Uyghur girl, it's very beautiful." ”

"What's the use of being pretty, and you can't intermarry." Wu Yipeng doesn't seem to be interested in this topic, and he now has higher ambitions.

"Why do you have to think about getting married, besides, it's not impossible, as long as you agree to believe in their teachings, I heard that there is a way to accommodate this."

"It's also accommodating, I think you want women to go crazy, and you actually use this brain." Wu Yipeng was very busy that day, and new recruits came to the division headquarters, all of them were women, Liu Zhenhai asked him to write out all the brilliant achievements of the second division and paste them on the wall, so that these female soldiers could be educated as soon as they came, so they didn't have time to accompany Sun Wangzi more. Sun Wangzi saw that he was not interested in his topic, so he said disappointedly: "You have a chance now, treat your brother as a brother, forget it, I'll go, just say nothing." ”

Sun Wangzi's words Wu Yipeng didn't think deeply, and forgot about them after listening to them, until Sun Wangzi had an accident, he suddenly woke up to the fact that Sun Wangzi's real intention was not to introduce him to the Uyghur girl, but to pull him "over there". "Over there" is a very dangerous word, after entering Xinjiang, this kind of thing is not nothing, Wu Yipeng alone knows five or six, and some of them are also deputy regiment cadres, and somehow let people win them over. Acting according to the meaning of "over there", the point is to rebel. "Over there" has a dream and wants to turn all the officers and soldiers into Xinjiang against the past, which sounds a bit like a fantasy, but "over there" is very persistent, and even if it cannot achieve the goal of rebellion, it will make the officers and soldiers who have entered Xinjiang unable to stand on their feet and obediently leave Xinjiang. Don't say it, under their lure or coercion, there are really people who defect with the strength of a platoon, of course, the end is needless to say, the same as Sun Wangzi.

Sun Wangzi died a terrible death, he was beheaded, his body separated, and hung in a small town called Burjin. It is said that it was the Uyghur girl Rena who had a very close relationship with him at the beginning who cut off his head. Due to the extremely bad impact of this matter, the news was blocked by the Corps, and Wu Yipeng also secretly saw it in Liu Zhenhai's top-secret material folder, and at that time, it was only thought that Sun Wangzi might have done something that made Rena sad and desperate, which angered the Uyghurs before he suffered this fate. It wasn't until Ahargul spit out the truth in a fit of rage during the Black Storm that he was shocked.

It turns out that Rena, like Akhalgul, is a "**elf".

Oh my God, it's horrible. The elves actually set their sights on him!

Wu Yipeng is dead, it is said that such a major military secret, he should report to Luo Zhengxiong as soon as possible, the "** elf" is a reactionary force that our People's Liberation Army resolutely cracks down on and wants to completely eliminate, and must not allow them to have any chance of infiltration, but he actually concealed this. When Luo Zhengxiong intended to talk to him about this topic, he actually said stupidly: "What is an elf, I haven't heard of it, I'm really lost with Akha Gul, if you are suspicious, you can report to the division headquarters and let the division headquarters investigate." "Listen, at this time, he didn't forget to remind Luo Zhengxiong that he was a member of the division, and if he wanted to investigate, only the division headquarters had authority.

Luo Zhengxiong had no choice but to stop the topic.

What about the facts? He didn't get lost at all in the Black Storm. When the black storm came, he left Zhang Shuangyang and went into the qanats alone, he ran a ruler, and had already observed the terrain in that area, where to hide, where to resist the black storm, he felt it better than anyone else, and he had plenty of water. Zhang Shuangyang's stupid girl, reluctant to drink her own water, always save water and food for him, Ahargul also secretly gave him a pot of water that day, and threw a look at him, that look can really fascinate people. As soon as he thought of his eyes, Wu Yipeng's heart rippled and he couldn't control it. The unforgettable scene in the black storm rushed out again, making his blood boil.

Ahargul found him before the second limelight, in fact, there was no need to look for it at all, the hiding place was what Ahalguli told him, it seemed to be very unintentional at the time, and he also pretended to be extremely natural, just like talking to Ahargul about the weather, so that no one could feel that there was anything in the words. As soon as he jumped into the qanaq, he realized that the place that Akhalgul had told him was really special, not only could it not be attacked by the wind and sand, but it was also equipped with food, water, firewood for lighting the fire, and even a small kang for people to sleep. When Ahargul jumped down, he was slightly surprised, not thinking that she had really come to find her, and at such a dangerous juncture.

"Comfortable here, my showman." Ahargul changed her usual reserve and said with a smile. Akhalgul is easy not to smile, in the camp, it is difficult to see a smile on her beautiful face, she is used to being reserved, always giving people a sense of restraint or shyness, those bright black eyes rarely reveal anything to people, only with Xiucai Wu Yipeng, the dark clouds on her face can disperse, revealing a face that is more exciting than the moonlight.

Wu Yipeng didn't say anything, staring at this woman who was even more incomprehensible than the night.

"This is specially prepared for us, all the guides and camel caravans can rest here, of course, you Han people are not allowed to enter." Ahargul seemed to see his doubts and explained with a smile.

Wu Yipeng sighed, this explanation seemed to make sense, but he didn't intend to believe it. After a long time of private contact with Akhalgul, he realized that many of her words could not be believed, but he did not intend to doubt it, let alone be stupid enough to question her. Because she is a beautiful woman, a beautiful woman who takes the initiative to smile at you, takes care of you very diligently, is considerate of you, and makes you enjoy the warmth of the desert in the scorching sun like a clear spring, if you doubt her again, it is a little too cruel.

"Thank you, Akhalgul."

Akhalgul's gaze moved, and a cloud of red suddenly flew out of his face. That was the color that Wu Yipeng wanted to see the most, and every time Ahargul's face was dyed with red clouds, his heart would be intoxicated for a long time. What a beautiful girl.

They spent three days and three nights in that cave, which was more like home, and at first it seemed peaceful, and both of them maintained the reserved and distance they deserved, but then, later, ......

Until now, Wu Yipeng hasn't figured out how he and Akhalgul got together, this thing is really impossible, how is it possible? There were so many obstacles between the two, and besides, he had never thought of taking advantage of Akhalgul, he just wanted to see her every day, enjoy her smile, and feel her tenderness, so as to pass away this boring and annoying terrible day. Having a skin-to-skin relationship with a beautiful Uyghur girl is something that Wu Yipeng can't even think of. But that's what happened.

It really happened.

Everything came without warning, as if in a moment, they were ignited by something, and then they went inexorably into madness. Yes, crazy. Wu Yipeng decided that he was crazy that day, not only was he crazy, but Ahargul was also crazy, more crazy than him. What a terrible madness.

But what an evocative madness!

couldn't help it, Wu Yipeng would indulge in the scene of that day, although everything was already hazy, and he couldn't remember many details, but that scene was there, that feeling of hunger and thirst, that intoxication, that ...... Wu Yipeng didn't dare to think about it anymore, if he thought about it, he would be tortured by this woman to go crazy.

In the distance, the shouts of deputy head Liu Wei sounded again: "Xiucai, what are you in a daze, hold on to the ruler!" ”

Wu Yipeng shook his head and held the ruler in panic.

When Xiucai Wu Yipeng was shouted by Liu Wei and scolded back to the previous measuring point, in another group, Luo Zhengxiong, the head of the group, was having a seemingly difficult conversation with the guide Uncle Timur. Luo Zhengxiong hesitated for a long time, but decided to have a good talk with Uncle Timur. The information fed back from the division headquarters and the reconnaissance company once again proved that Uncle Timur was credible and that he was the best friend of the PLA. Then, the problem must be with Ahargul, could it be as the fifth master suspects, Ahargul is fake, and Timur has no daughter at all.

"Uncle Timur, I really hope that you will tell the truth, you know, the division department believes in you very much, you are an old friend of the Corps, and an old friend of the Han people."

"Don't say it, Commander Luo," Uncle Temur interrupted Luo Zhengxiong, "I know you are doubting me, but I, Timur, am the brightest eagle on the grassland. I will not do anything that harms the PLA. ”

"Uncle Timur, you misunderstood, we just want to get things straight."

"Misunderstanding? Commander Luo, you only believe in you Han people, never believe in me Temur, after this tour is done, I will never do it for your special second regiment again, I want to suggest to Commander Liu, it is difficult for a person who does not open his mind to find true friends. Uncle Timur seemed very excited, he was angry with Luo Zhengxiong, and he found several times that Luo Zhengxiong and the fifth master of the camel were together in the middle of the night, talking about something. Uncle Timur guessed that it must be about their father and daughter.

"If you doubt me, I can go back now, it's okay, I don't want a penny from your People's Liberation Army." Uncle Timur continued.

"Uncle Timur, listen to me."

"Commander Luo, I don't need you to explain, what to do, I know it in my heart. Ahargul is my daughter, you don't have to doubt that, but ......"

Then, Uncle Timur told a little-known story, and Luo Zhengxiong was dumb after listening to it.

Ahargul is really the daughter of Uncle Temur, and there can be no mistake about that. Thirteen years ago, Temur's house was struck by a rare plague that sent hundreds of miles of panic into the surrounding area. Uncle Temur's cattle and sheep died, and his beautiful wife was sick and lay dying on the clay kang. His three-year-old son and five-year-old daughter, Akhalgul, also had a high fever and couldn't swallow food all day. His beautiful wife and poor son still left the world, and Uncle Temur was so sad that he hugged the burnt Akhalgul, not knowing what to do. From time to time there was a cry in the village, which was from the family of the dead, and such a cry sounded almost once every once in a while, and later, there were so many dead people that the living people really couldn't cry, so they did like him, holding the child, and sitting on the ground in a daze.

On this very day, a tribe called Urqin, more than 100 miles from their village, came to the village to save the children, saying that they had come to the village by the will of Allah. When they heard that it was someone sent by Allah, the old people of the village were moved, and they fell on the ground and kowtowed their heads reverently. Without much delay, Ahargul and more than a dozen of his children were taken away by the head, saying that Allah had told them to leave the sin-soaked place and go to a place with holy water. This time, there was no news of Akhalgul.

A year ago, Ahargul suddenly returned, she followed the footsteps of cattle and sheep, all the way from the Tianshan Mountains, and finally found her own Ah Da in this small village called Kuha. Uncle Timur really didn't dare to recognize each other, he hadn't seen him for thirteen years, and his daughter's appearance was very vague in his mind, he only remembered his daughter's stupid appearance back then, but the Ahargul in front of him was not only graceful and graceful, but also multilingual, and even spoke Chinese more fluently than him. Seeing the strangeness in his father's eyes, Ahargul took something out of his arms and held it to his father with both hands.

As soon as he saw the sachet, Uncle Timur no longer hesitated, and took his daughter into his arms: "Ahar, my daughter." ”

The sachet is a mascot made for her by her beautiful mother when she was three years old, and it contains not only herbs from the depths of the grassland, but also an eagle bone, which means to bless her to be strong and beautiful. Ever since she put it on, she has never left Akhalgul's body. Seeing it now, Uncle Timur really burst into tears and was full of emotion.

"Then have you asked her where she has been over the years?" Luo Zhengxiong asked cautiously.

"My daughter, of course, is going to fly on the prairie." Uncle Timur was suddenly full of passion, and praised Ahargul in a praising tone.

"Uncle Timur, there is something I really want to ask you, but I don't know whether to say it or not."

"There's nothing you can't say, you say."

"You...... Have you ever heard of an organization called '**Elf'? ”

Uncle Temur's face darkened suddenly, and for a long time, he asked in a dumb voice: "Do you suspect that Ahargul is an elf?" ”

Luo Zhengxiong nodded heavily.

Uncle Timur's face was even more ugly, but he didn't get angry at Luo Zhengxiong, in fact, the same question was hanging in his heart, and the reason why he didn't dare to say it was because he didn't dare to face it.

My beautiful Akhalgul, you must not let the devil possess you.

On this day, Luo Zhengxiong returned to the camp and unexpectedly received two gifts. The gift was sent by the division commander Liu Zhenhai, a pair of cloth shoes and a beautiful Tibetan knife.

The cloth shoes were taken out by Jiang Wanyin with a needle and a thread, and the Tibetan knife was bought by Jiang Mohan from the Tibetan area at a high price. In the package, there was also a letter written to him by Jiang Wanyin.

Luo Zhengxiong held the letter in his hand, and his mood suddenly became complicated.

Just when he was holding the cloth shoes and was stunned, Wan Yue's melodious and low singing voice came from the camp, it was a Russian folk song, and only Wan Yue could sing it in the Second Special Troupe.