I slept in Di Zhike's arms for half the night, and my body was warmed by him. His first instinct when he woke up was to touch me. Seeing that I was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief, patted his dusty forehead, and complained to himself, why did I fall asleep? Why did I just fall asleep? What about the troops? What about the troops?

The troops are gone. You didn't sleep, you fell and fainted. Last night, the 24th Regiment of the 9th Army Subdivision of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region, where you belong, marched at night on the Qianli Embankment in Baiyangdian and fought an encounter with the Japanese army. After fighting for a while, the main forces were safely transferred, and the company commander ordered to retreat. You ran forward with everyone's cat's waist, and in the darkness, you stepped on the air, rolled to the bottom of the embankment, and when your head touched the tree, you fainted. I can't help it, I can't help it when I see the big army disappear in a flash. I can't wake you up, I can't shake you. I can only be with you in your arms holding me tightly. Don't you know?

I'm a horse rifle. I've been following Di Zhike for almost a year. I have followed him since the day he joined the Eighth Route Army, and I still follow him, but we lost the troops on a spring night.

When Di Zhike wanted to understand all this, he grabbed me and ran along the Qianli Embankment to the southwest like crazy. At the end of the embankment, the gray road is in front of you. What about the troops? As early as the geese in spring, they flew to the unknowable distance.

Di Zhike and I came to the Yanling team in this context. He said to Zheng Yong, the captain of Yanling, I am temporary, and after my troops have news, I still have to go back to the 24th regiment! Zheng Yong said with a smile, everywhere are fighting devils, I'm afraid that you won't be able to leave if you are hungry in Baiyangdian!

Cut! I almost refuted Zheng Yong for Di Zhike. How can your great poles, earth cannons, and muskets compare with my small and long-range rifles? If you look at the way you Tulaba are dressed up, you look like a fisherman, how can you compare with the majestic appearance of our regular troops?

But Di Zhike blocked the barrel of my gun and gagged my mouth, he said, go, I must go, but if I work in the Yanling team, I will do a good job!

That's what Di Zhike said, and that's what he did. He took the initiative to serve as the instructor of the Yanling team, and took me to teach the Yanling team members to exercise, train, shoot, and study. After the coach, he ate lotus roots, chewed reed roots, and slept on the boat board with everyone. At night, when the wind was blowing, he hugged a bunch of reeds and covered it, and did not forget to hold me in his arms. I know he's afraid I'll catch a cold. When it was cold and he couldn't sleep, he made up a song to sing to everyone: "sweep" in the east and turn in the west, and don't squat in the reed pond on the shore. Driving the boat is as fast as a shuttle, and the devil steamboat can't catch up. In a hurry, the devils turned around, and we went back to the old place. Seize the opportunity to ambush him and beat him off guard......

Singing and singing, he really sang an ambush. The devils in the county town were going to Zhaobeikou to sweep, and the district party committee instructed the Yanling team to intercept the enemy. Di Zhike sang even more happily: he saw the opportunity to ambush him and beat him off guard...... Captain Zheng patted Di Zhike on the shoulder and said, just listen to you, make an ambush, and beat him off guard. But there's one thing, don't sing when we're in ambush! Di Zhike took me in his hand, aimed at a red-billed waterfowl jumping on the tip of the reed, squinted his eyes and said, Yes, captain, I don't sing, can't I let my horse rifle sing?

I'm in the same mood as Di Zhike. I'm also eager to sing. In the ranks of the Eighth Route Army, I often sang, sometimes until the barrel of the gun was red. It's been so long since I've been in the Yanling team, and I haven't had a chance to show my singing voice. I don't want to be a dumb horse rifle.

Baiyangdian Lake in summer, the reeds are dense, and the lotus leaves are in the fields. Birds and fish frolicking on the water's surface. No one wants to see the little devil's airboat at this time. But the motorboat just drove up, and it farted and smoked. There were dozens of devils on the motorboat, and the yellow tiger and tiger looked like locusts. Well, come on, we won't let you go back when you come! Zheng Yong said this, Di Zhike said this, I said this, and the reeds and lotus leaves also said this. I saw a big pole sticking out of the reeds, and the lotus leaves turned into the heads of the Yanling members. Zheng Yong said a hit, and I was the first to sing in Di Zhike's hands, and my singing turned into a bullet, and with a thud it shot through the helmsman's head, and the rampaging motorboat plunged into the reeds at once. Immediately afterwards, more than 20 large lifting poles roared at the same time, and the iron sand blew up the locusts of the Yellow Tiger Tiger into black worms.

It was the loudest I sang and the shortest I ever sang. Di Zhike and I have seen the power of the big pole lifter. When the devil's reinforcements arrived, I had already watched the Yanling team hide in the vast lake.

Di Zhike stayed with peace of mind. I followed him to fight devils, end the cannon tower, kill traitors, and worked in Baiyangdian for 3 years. He became the platoon leader of the third platoon of the Yanling team. Di Zhike's singing has never stopped, and my singing has never stopped. But I know that my throat is a little hoarse, and I also know that my body is starting to age. In particular, the firing pin is starting to deform, and if it is not replaced, there will be problems. But I can't tell Di Zhike. I had to do my best, still hitting the bullet hard.

Finally, my firing pin broke! And it didn't come at the right time to break. On that occasion, the Yanling team beat the enemy's charter ship at the reed pond in Wangjiazhai, and Di Zhike was responsible for knocking out the enemy's heavy machine gunners on board. The bullet was loaded, and Di Zhike and I were already enthusiastic. As soon as he pulled the trigger, I sprinted hard, clicked, the firing pin broke, and my voice finally went down! I was thrown into the water by Di Zhike, and across the lake, I saw him take out a hand ** from his neck pocket, and just about to pull the string, a bullet burst into the air like an eye, and hit his head......

Di Zhike slowly fell into the lotus bushes, and I slowly sank into the depths of the lake.