One morning a week later, something small happened at the camp. As soon as the sky was dawning, Luo Zhengxiong came back from outside the camp and was about to drill into the nest when he heard the political commissar Yu Hai angry on the other side. Luo Zhengxiong stopped his steps and pricked up his ears to listen, Yu Hai seemed to be criticizing Wan Yue. Early in the morning, what's going on? Luo Zhengxiong walked over lightly, and under the morning light, a picture jumped into his eyes. The earth splashed by the morning light emitted a layer of yellow and clear light, and the sand beams caressed by the night breeze were very much like a round and full thigh, exposed to the sky. The texture of the desert is sometimes very contagious, it can make people think of the extreme depths of beauty. Under the sand beams, a canvas covered a small world, which was the private place of the female soldiers, and Luo Zhengxiong did not dare to go there easily. At this time, Wan Yue turned her back to him, showing him her beautiful back and shapely and slender legs. Her back was blurred by the morning light, and her legs were even hazy, and she seemed to be frozen there, becoming a painting. Luo Zhengxiong looked at it for a while, and then realized that Wanyue was washing his hair.

Washing hair is never allowed in the desert, Luo Zhengxiong made this very clear. The water source of Honghaizi has not yet been found, and the water brought with them is very limited, so the water has become the lifeblood of a group, except for female soldiers, you can take a towel in some water in the morning to wipe your face, and male soldiers will never allow a drop of water to be wasted. No wonder Yu Hai, who has always been mild-mannered, is so angry.

But this fire is equal to no fire. Yu Hai was furious on the side, but Wan Yue washed her head as usual, as if Yu Hai didn't exist at all. By this time, she had taken her hair out of the water and gently dried it with a towel. As soon as you tilt your head, the waterfall cascades down. Luo Zhengxiong was taken aback, for such a long time, he didn't find that Wanyue had long hair, which was also resolutely forbidden by the troops. Before entering the desert, the division headquarters repeatedly emphasized that female soldiers should all cut their hair short and reach their ears, how can Wanyue be special?

Luo Zhengxiong was about to walk over, Wan Yue suddenly turned around, and the eyes of the two people met in such an instant, somehow, Luo Zhengxiong's heart was shocked, it was really shocking. This is the first time in his life that he tremors in front of the opposite sex, and he has never felt this in front of Jiang Wanyin, it is very strange, very subtle, but ...... Luo Zhengxiong blushed and felt his heartbeat quicken. Wan Yue stared at him quietly, and for more than a minute, her eyes were fixed on his face, and she didn't move away. Luo Zhengxiong felt burned by that gaze, a little flustered, and a little dazed, just when he was at a loss, Wan Yue shook his hair slightly, took the basin of water, and entered the ground.

Political Commissar Yu Hai's scolding became louder. He was probably angered by this girl who had no one in his eyes, and actually scolded a very ugly sentence: "You are a warrior, not a dusty woman, who will you show your long hair to?!" Luo Zhengxiong wanted to stop Yu Hai, but there was a message from the fifth master of the camel, saying that his compass was missing.

"What?" Luo Zhengxiong rushed over, and the guide camel was angry, saying that his compass was obviously under the pillow, and the compass was gone when he got up early to feed the camel grass. "Which one has one more hand, that's my baby." The voice of the fifth master of the camel is a bit like crying.

When I asked clearly, I realized that it was not a compass, it was a treasure that was more precious than life of the fifth master of the camel, specializing in identifying directions in the desert, and it was said that it was more effective than a military compass. It was with this treasure that his caravan never went in the wrong direction. At the beginning, some Mongolians bought it with a lot of money, but the fifth camel master was not willing to give it up, and he didn't think about it......

"Don't worry, think about it again, do you put it under the pillow?"

"Do you still have to think about it, my baby will not leave me for a moment, yesterday I fed the camel, almost fell into the grass, today I have an extra heart, quietly put under the pillow, who knows that this has a thief's eyes, he can see clearly."

The anger and despair of the Fifth Master of the Camel made Luo Zhengxiong believe that the compass was lost, but in the emptiness of a moment, who could sneak into the tent of the Fifth Master of the Camel and take the compass? Moreover, not everyone knows that the fifth master of the camel still has such a treasure. His eyes subconsciously looked at Uncle Temur, who was falconry, it was an eagle called Iron Beak, it was said that he had been with Uncle Timur for most of his life, the eagle was a little old, but it really wanted to flap its wings and fly, and it looked very fierce. Uncle Temur had to tame it every morning, sometimes letting it lie on his shoulders and run with him, and sometimes letting it rush into the sky again and again like a troop dog.

Today, this eagle is lazy and doesn't want to move. No matter what Uncle Temur does, it just half-opens its eyes and pretends to be asleep. Luo Zhengxiong heard Uncle Temur sigh in frustration: "You are a lazy thing, sooner or later you will be eaten by rabbits." ”

Luo Zhengxiong stopped the noise, and asked Zhang Xiaotian, who rushed to hear the noise, to go back to everyone, but he left everyone and walked behind Sha Liangzi. After a while, Scout Kobayashi followed and whispered, "When I got up early, I saw Ahargul coming this way. ”

"Are you suspicious of her?"

"It's not a suspicion, I've really seen her."

Luo Zhengxiong didn't ask anything more, in fact, Ahargul also flashed in his mind, but this is impossible, how can such a pure Uyghur girl do such a thing? Stealing is a very shameful thing for the Uyghurs, Luo Zhengxiong does not dare to easily humiliate this Uyghur girl, but who will it be besides her?

Breakfast was tasteless and tasteless, and the fifth camel master was holding a bowl, pounding it, and still cursing constantly. It could be seen that the compass was indeed a treasure in his heart, and several times, he set his eyes on Uncle Temur, but Uncle Temur did not care about his scolding at all, as if his words were like the wind that rises at any time in the desert, and it was not worth pondering. The beautiful Ahargul is a bit of an exception, she ate very little this morning, and a pair of black eyes from time to time threw herself at the fifth master, who scolded fiercely, her eyes moved, not angry, but looked a little surprised. From her blank eyes, she looked more like a child who didn't know anything about the world, and didn't seem to understand why hatred arose between people. Luo Zhengxiong quietly observed all this, and did not say a word until he went to work after dinner.

On this day, Luo Zhengxiong followed behind the first group, and he couldn't tell why, he suddenly wanted to get close to Wanyue. Luo Zhengxiong is a layman in surveying, but he can do hard work. He took the ruler from the hands of the field soldiers, carried it and left. Seeing this, the fifth camel master hurriedly said: "How can you let the head of the regiment carry the mile, quickly put it on the camel, and the burden will be light today." Luo Zhengxiong smiled, he rejected the kindness of the fifth camel master with an ambiguous smile, the fifth camel master was a little stunned, and until now he entered the camp, the fifth camel master is trying to get closer to Luo Zhengxiong, but unfortunately, Luo Zhengxiong is still separated from him, in his eyes, the relationship between the head of the regiment Luo Zhengxiong and Temur's father and daughter is more friendly. Sooner or later, I'll regret it, and I see that you are the head of the regiment. He muttered to himself, snorted, and walked forward solemnly.

The desert is not always in arrogance, and sometimes, its tranquility and generosity make people feel more like a contemplative old man. A little philosophical. Luo Zhengxiong, who did not read much, had just come into contact with Marx not long ago, which was a compulsory course for cadres above the regiment level, but at this time, he suddenly connected the desert with philosophy, and felt that this connection was very wonderful. Luo Zhengxiong is not a profound person, he even hates profoundness, but sometimes life is really not easy, forcing you to be profound, so your thinking has to be different. For example, this time, everyone else is thinking about the compass of the fifth master, where did it go? Luo Zhengxiong didn't, he was thinking about Wanyue. In fact, Wan Yue was in front of him, a few steps away, Luo Zhengxiong could be side by side with her if he wanted to, but he slowed down and deliberately distanced himself from Wan Yue, so that Wan Yue's actions were all in his eyes. She carried the theodolite on her back, no matter whether it was windy or sandy, the instrument was always on her shoulder, and she refused to give it to others no matter how far she went. This is a bit like the style of a soldier, but Wanyue is not a soldier. According to the information provided by the division headquarters, Wan Yue worked in the Institute of Geology before, and before that, she was a student at a certain university, and she was detained for expressing opinions that were different from those of the people, and I heard that she was almost arrested by the local ** elements. But Wan Yue is indeed not a Communist, and followers cannot be counted. She was a non-believer, or she believed in herself. This is Luo Zhengxiong's judgment, if a woman cherishes herself too much, it is equivalent to faith. Wan Yue would rather not drink water for two days, but she had to wash her hair with the saved water, which couldn't help but make Luo Zhengxiong think more. Luo Zhengxiong has led a lot of female soldiers, and in his feeling, if a woman becomes a soldier, she will slowly be no different from a man. War does not discriminate between men and women, and the enemy cannot fly a gun over your head just because you are a woman. Therefore, his principle of leading soldiers is to treat female soldiers as men, regardless of gender, which is Luo Zhengxiong's style. The once delicate flowers under his hands, after a few years or months, have all made him "destroyed" as hard as ice and snow. For this, he earned a nickname in the Corps: the Iron Lion. The implication is that he always has an iron face, even if he has a peerless beauty, it is difficult to make him smile. This is a bit cold, Luo Zhengxiong doesn't like to hear it. But the fact is that he is colder than this, including Jiang Wanyin, who has not seen him for a long time, and blames him with resentment: "What do you do with a tight face, people don't owe you." ”

Strange, why did you suddenly remember her? Luo Zhengxiong smiled in his heart, but his face was still the same as before, tense. It is said that he should not think of Jiang Wanyin at this time, but in fact, there is no need at any time. She had nothing to do with him, no, really. Although the old master Jiang Mohan kept saying that he wanted to marry his little girl to him, that was Jiang Mohan's wish, and it had nothing to do with him Luo Zhengxiong. It's not that he doesn't look down on others, it's that he doesn't think about it at all. Silly girl, how old is she, she dares to think about getting married. Luo Zhengxiong smiled again, his eyes staring at Wan Yue's back unintentionally. Under the warm sun, the back was like a door, slowly opening, and Luo Zhengxiong couldn't help but want to go inside. Strange, why when I see this shadow, I can't help but think about it and look at it more, right?

Luo Zhengxiong shook his head, drove away these bastard thoughts, chased after a few steps, and saw that he was about to be with Wan Yue, and suddenly slowed down again. At this time, he heard a voice behind him: "Isn't it just a red sea, what is there to measure?" "The one who spoke was Wu Yipeng, who came down from the division, showed talent, had a set of techniques and tactics, loved to study some knowledge, and could write and paint, known as the small military division, and was the red man of the division commander Liu Zhenhai. Luo Zhengxiong didn't like him, his face was too white, and he spoke in a tone of voice, not happy. Of course, this was the previous perception, and now it is different. The division sent him here just to give Luo Zhengxiong a brain.

Luo Zhengxiong didn't look back, he was afraid that when he saw the white-faced man, he would come to the fire as soon as he saw it, and he would come inexplicably, and he couldn't control it. But soon, he heard another voice: "You are wrong, this red sea is mysterious." "This time it was the fifth master who spoke, obviously he was dissatisfied with Xiucai's words, and wanted to use the tone of **hu to let Xiucai have a long insight. Luo Zhengxiong coughed, and the fifth master swallowed his words back subconsciously, this old man is really a good person, and when he saw Xiucai, he looked at him strangely, and he said dryly: "Look at this day, how smooth and peaceful it is today." ”

Wan Yuemeng turned around, she was already sweating, dozens of pounds of instruments, carrying on her thin shoulders, it was strange that she didn't sweat. The fifth master wanted to please, but was glanced at by Wanyue hatefully, and hurriedly swallowed the words back. In the midst of the commotion, Wan Yue and Luo Zhengxiong looked at each other, and then separated. Luo Zhengxiong found that there was something in those eyes.

When I arrived at the measurement point, the field soldiers wanted to run a ruler, and Luo Zhengxiong said I would come. Wan Yue glanced at him, didn't squeak, opened the tripod, and began to level. Luo Zhengxiong picked up the ruler and began to look for points according to the method that Yu Hai taught him. The young field soldier was a little embarrassed, running a ruler was a very hard job, and if he didn't get it right, he would be scolded by the instrument operator, because the point was not in place, and the measured map could not be called a map. Fortunately, Luo Zhengxiong is not too stupid, and he can still handle the job of running a ruler.

At the beginning of the work, the air brushed the ground solemnly, as if the entire desert had entered a state of combat readiness. Political commissar Yu Hai held a small red flag in his hand and commanded the whole group, he was born as a surveyor, and he was very handy in doing this. After running three points in a row, Luo Zhengxiong found that not all instrument hands can quickly enter the state. The whole group of twelve theodolites, this time after running a point, less than half, there is an instrument hand who has not even leveled the instrument, that cute little blister just does not drill into the middle, so anxious that he wipes sweat with his hands. The desert is soft, and with a slight movement, the balance point of the instrument is gone. If you want to get it back, you have to work a lot. It seems that doing this business depends not only on technology, but also on mentality, and only by calming down can you find the feeling, the feeling in your hands. Luo Zhengxiong found that Wan Yue was as calm and calm as if he had entered a state of no one, and he could hardly see anything else in his eyes.

Xu is influenced by her, Luo Zhengxiong's feeling of running the point is more and more accurate, this point is still measured, and the next point is in the eyes, so that their speed is much faster, and an hour later, they have left the other instrument hands far behind. The sun is slowly getting hotter, the desert is rising with blazing waves, and stepping on the sand is like stepping on a brazier, but the weather is so strange that there is no trace of wind, and there is no way to penetrate the slightest breath. Luo Zhengxiong unbuttoned his shirt, revealing half of his naked body, still feeling hot. He threw down his ruler and walked towards Wanyue. Wanyue is also sweating.

"Here, drink." Luo Zhengxiong handed over the kettle, which was the rule of the Special Second Regiment, and each person had a pot of water per day. "I have." Wan Yue untied his kettle from his waist, but he didn't drink it. But her lips were chapped and peeled. Luo Zhengxiong was suspicious, and took advantage of Wanyue's sweat to snatch the kettle, which was empty.

It turned out that after Wanyue was approved by Yu Hai, she did not receive water from the cooking class for several days.

"How can this work, go into the desert without water, you want to die of thirst inside."

Wan Yue didn't squeak, avoided Luo Zhengxiong's gaze, and looked into the distance. This is a woman who has something on her mind, although Luo Zhengxiong doesn't know what is going on in her head, she must have something deep in her heart.

"What do you think about the compass?" Luo Zhengxiong asked suddenly.

"What compass, I don't know." Wan Yue didn't look back, as if she wasn't used to looking into Luo Zhengxiong's eyes and talking.

"I know you have a compass too, made in Germany."

"......" Wanyue was a little surprised, this was her secret, that compass was a very precious gift, and few people knew about it.

"Of course, you didn't bring it this time, I want to see it if I have a chance."

Wan Yue turned around, this time, she didn't want to avoid him. "You came along, for this?"

"No, I wanted to talk to you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Anything."

"I don't understand what you're going to talk about, and I'm not interested."

"I want to talk about your father."

"You-" Wan Yue angrily glanced at Luo Zhengxiong a few times, and sat on the beach, unable to afford it.

Wan Yue's father's name is Wan Haibo, a senior expert under the Kuomintang, who has profound attainments in weapons, ships, and even warships, and has studied abroad, has been to Germany, the United States, and Britain, and has close contacts with Western military circles, and is a national treasure-level talent. It's a pity that a year before the liberation of the country, died. There are many theories about the death of this expert in weapons and maritime combat tools, and Luo Zhengxiong has also heard several versions, but no one knows the truth.

"I've seen him." Luo Zhengxiong seemed to be determined to pry Wanyue's mouth open, and threw ** to Wanyue one after another.

Wan Yue bit her lip tightly, this is a stubborn and stubborn woman.

Luo Zhengxiong is a little frustrated, Wanyue obviously doesn't want to pay attention to him, what should I do? In despair, he raised his head sharply and looked at the blue sky, the sky was so blue, it was so blue that it didn't look like the sky. Suddenly, a cloud slipped from between his brows and slowly covered his entire face. Wan Yue heard a terrible voice again, and the sound was not like it was made by Luo Zhengxiong, but like ......

"I've met your mother too, and that's a mistake I can't forgive for the rest of my life."

Wanyue couldn't sit still anymore, bounced up, seemed to roar, and pounced into the depths of the desert like a she-wolf.

The desert roared, dark and powerful.

That is really a past event that cannot be recalled, for a long time, it is like a reef, heavy in Luo Zhengxiong's heart. Easily, Luo Zhengxiong didn't dare to touch it, it was the only setback in his military career, but it was also the most deadly. He cannot forgive, a life is lost because of him, a genius is destroyed because of him.

Wan Yue's mother's name is Xie Yuting, a woman who looks even more beautiful than her name. When she met Wan Haibo, Wan Haibo was in his forties and had a three-room wife. But this can't stop them from falling in love, just like a flower that has to bloom in the garden, Xie Yuting, who is less than twenty years old, squeezed into the precious garden of Wanjia with amazing courage and courage, and soon entered all walks of life as the fourth aunt. The young Xie Yuting was already a famous actress in Chongqing's opera industry at that time, and she played unforgettable roles in many plays, especially the White Lady. After marrying into the Wanjia family, she disappeared from the theater like the wind, and since then she has accompanied her husband and lived another life.

In 1947, Luo Zhengxiong suddenly received an order for him to take a special agent battalion and secretly infiltrate Chongqing, the purpose of which was to try to get close to Wan Haibo and his wife, and strive to turn them against them, so that they could contribute to the construction of New China in the future. It was an extremely cruel time, before the collapse of the Kuomintang, a series of bloody policies, white terror enveloped the mountain city, and every step was in danger of falling. The special agent battalion led by Luo Zhengxiong was the same as the current Second Special Regiment, coming from all directions, and although they all had unique skills, they did not know each other very well, and the situation at that time did not allow for too much contact with each other. Before the work could be done, someone fell, and then there was strength to replenish it. From spring to autumn, after a lot of twists and turns, I still couldn't get involved with Wan Haibo. Chongqing has invested heavily in Wan Haibo, which can be called an iron wall, and it is really difficult to break in. In desperation, Luo Zhengxiong changed his strategy and decided to start with Xie Yuting. In this way, he asked for a female agent from the military department, who had received special training with him, and wanted to break into Xie Yuting's life circle through her. The work paid off, three months later, the agent had contact with Xie Yuting, she met her as a ticket friend, although Xie Yuting has stayed away from that circle, but after all, she was a generation of celebrities, and she was recognized as the first beauty among the senior officials of the Kuomintang in Chongqing, so occasionally, she had to go out on that occasion. Two months later, Luo Zhengxiong got a chance to meet Wan Haibo alone, when he was a representative of the shipyard workers and wanted to talk to Wan Haibo about improving work efficiency. As a result, before the two had been talking for five minutes, he was exposed, and it turned out that at the place where they met, the military commander had already posted his portrait, and the young man serving tea recognized him at a glance.

Luo Zhengxiong escaped by luck, but the series of disasters caused by it made him remorseful.

First of all, Wan Haibo was furious with the little woman Xie Yuting, you would never have imagined that Wan Haibo, who has amazing talent and outstanding talent professionally, is very stubborn when it comes to handling other affairs. He scolded Xie Yuting for not making friends well, and anyone dared to introduce him. "What are they, ah, what are they? I, Wan Haibo, have no politics in my eyes, I am an expert, not a tool of any party, let alone your voter. This is the first time in many years that Wan Haibo has been angry at Xie Yuting, and he is so powerful that Xie Yuting is not allowed to defend himself at all. Xie Yuting was terrified, she had never found out that her husband was so angry, he was simply crazy, even crazier than destroying one of his research results.

The Kuomintang quickly found Xie Yuting and asked her to truthfully explain how she had anything to do with Luo Zhengxiong. "Who is Luo Zhengxiong?" Xie Yuting asked in surprise, she really didn't know that there was such a man in the world. When the other party clarified Luo Zhengxiong's true identity, and the Kuomintang Chongqing headquarters was offering a reward of 500,000 yuan for his head, Xie Yuting was not only surprised, but said in horror: "I don't know this surnamed Luo at all, I only know ......."

She said the agent's name. She didn't say anything and couldn't do it, Wan Haibo finished training her, personally called these people, pointed to her nose and said: "She did it, what do you want to know, let her tell her, I don't have time to pay attention to these boring things." In Wan Haibo's eyes, these things are really boring, boring. Xie Yuting also felt bored, very bored. So she didn't hesitate to tell what she knew.

The agent was arrested immediately, she thought that Wan Haibo was a patriotic intellectual, and he should be able to understand the righteousness, and he should not be confused in the face of right and wrong. She was wrong, she forgot that politics is only a matter for some people, and for most people, it is a distant and dangerous thing, especially a nerd like Wan Haibo, who has your politics in his eyes? In addition to his profession, he gave all the rest of his interests to women, so Luo Zhengxiong wanted to make him realize in the usual way, which was simply a blind touch with his head.

The situation in Chongqing took a turn for the worse, the wind tightened again, the streets and alleys were full of secret sentinels, people were arrested every ten minutes, Luo Zhengxiong's secret service battalion was devastated, and the female agent finally did not withstand the very mature torture of the Kuomintang, and explained what she knew one by one.

The defection of the female agent plunged Chongqing into deeper darkness and blood, and soon, the Kuomintang Chongqing headquarters separated Xie Yuting from Wan Haibo, who was secretly taken out of Chongqing and his whereabouts unknown. As the loser of this operation, Luo Zhengxiong was forced to withdraw from Chongqing. A month later, misfortune came, and Wan Haibo died unexpectedly.

After the shock and sorrow, the superiors made another decision to ask Luo Zhengxiong to sneak into Chongqing for the second time and try to rescue Xie Yuting, because there is reliable information that Wan Haibo handed over many important research materials and several secret achievements to Xie Yuting during his lifetime, and no matter what measures the Kuomintang side took, Xie Yuting just refused to take them out, which made the Kuomintang very annoyed. Xie Yuting, who lost her husband, has already understood that the so-called Kuomintang that provided them with special protection was originally unreliable, and these materials and achievements were the best way to guarantee her life. The superiors wanted to take advantage of Xie Yuting's loss of trust in the Kuomintang to win her over, and they must not let Wan Haibo's life's work fall into the hands of the reactionaries.

Luo Zhengxiong learned the lesson of the last time, and only took a man and a woman to secretly infiltrate Chongqing, and they formulated a very top-secret "beauty hunting operation" to get closer to the target in a surprise way. The plan was executed quite smoothly at the beginning, and when the Kuomintang was completely unconscious, it successfully infiltrated Xie Yuting's secret detention place, and successively won over two internal responses, both of whom could directly talk to Xie Yuting. Just as they decided to take the second step, an accident happened......

The past is really unbearable! Luo Zhengxiong shook his head, drove the painful memory back, and vowed not to think of it again. At this time, the sun is getting hotter and hotter, and the desert is so steaming that people want to jump. Other instrument hands rushed up one after another, and as far as the eye could see, Honghaizi was like a huge sponge, trying to suck all the creatures on it dry. And those soldiers running with instruments in the blazing heat are like spirits dancing on braziers.

On this day, Luo Zhengxiong couldn't cooperate with Wan Yue anymore, and just when he wanted to find Wan Yue, scout Xiao Lin walked briskly and said in a low voice: "Regiment leader, the wild boar well has found an abnormality, and someone has been active there." ”

"What?!"