The wind whistled and rolled up a cloud of dust, and a tall and majestic city wall came from the far east like a train with no end in sight, and made a slight turn here. and drove quickly to the desolate west.

This is a section of the northern defense line of the Chinese country, and it is defended by the 115th Regiment of the 28th Division of the 13th Group Army.

Zhang Xiaofan is 21 years old this year, has been in the army for three years, and is an ordinary border guard.

To say that he is ordinary is not ordinary, for a border soldier who usually only lives for three months on the battlefield, he is alive after three years in the army, which is a legend in itself.

The war is brutal, and the battlefield life of ordinary soldiers is only three months, and they either die or get promoted. The attrition of the brutal war on middle and lower-ranking officers was no less staggering.

If you want to have a little guarantee for your life, you must stay up to cadres at or above the regimental level. However, the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and while the slightest negligence consumes the lives of his soldiers, there is also the danger of sending himself to a military court.

There are not a few high-ranking military officers who have been executed by military tribunals. It is better to be executed by a military court than to die on the battlefield, at least Zhang Xiaofan thinks. At least there is a bereavement pension at home for those who died on the battlefield, although it is less but better than nothing.

Leaning on the slightly hot city wall baked by the sun, Zhang Xiaofan began his monthly homework, that is, to write letters.

Nowadays, some things that have nothing to do with the military are the focus of the ban, and mobile phones, which can quickly transmit messages, are the top priority of the crackdown. Therefore, writing letters has become the only channel of communication with the family, and of course, what is written is also strictly checked.

Zhang Xiaofan wrote hard, it doesn't matter what he writes, the main thing is to report safety. The war was brutal and the casualties were huge, Zhang Xiaofan didn't know how many people had died, and he didn't bother to know, anyway, since he came here, the tall crematorium behind him had not been extinguished for a moment.

For the soldiers who died in battle, at the beginning, there will be a special person to come to the door to make an announcement, and by the way, a small urn and a small sign that reads "Glory to the families of martyrs" will be given.

Later, when some families received a letter with the words "Preferential Care and Resettlement Section of XX Bureau" printed on the envelope at some time, they did not need to open it, but just shredded it. Then silently prayed to the gods and Buddhas, hoping that it was just sent wrong, but after all, it was only a very few, and for most people, it was definitely an extremely miserable day.

However, when an organization has so many affairs that it seriously affects its normal operation, mistakes are normal and even inevitable. After a series of oolong incidents, everyone's credibility of her was greatly reduced.

The only way to confirm whether a loved one is safe is to write a letter, and the current practice is that if a person fails to receive letters from his relatives three times in a row, then the probability of his death is 90 percent, and the probability of not receiving letters five times in a row is 200 percent.

After Zhang Xiaofan wrote the letter, he dropped it in the mailboxes that can be seen everywhere, and there was no need to worry about anyone making trouble, since a postman was executed on the spot for deliberately destroying the letter, the on-time arrival rate of the letter has never come down to 99%.

It was close to noon, and the meal was about to start, but Zhang Xiaofan was not in a hurry, as a legend of the 13th Group Army, Zhang Xiaofan was a small soldier with the rank of major, enjoying the treatment of deputy battalion commander.

A small warrior in the distance,. With two huge lunch boxes in his hands, he ran over recklessly. While running, he shouted, "Brother Xiaofan, the meal is here!" ”

This little soldier's name is Jiang Xiaobai, nineteen years old this year, he can be regarded as Zhang Xiaofan's orderly, he doesn't have to fight, he helps Zhang Xiaofan cook every day, wash clothes, carry a gun or something.

When he was asked to do it at the beginning, this kid was still unhappy, as a hot-blooded young man who "defends all mankind and completely exterminates monsters" all day long, it is indeed not a glorious thing to be a servant for people, especially for a person who doesn't look much older than himself as a orderly.

But for just one day, the roaring machine guns, the bullets in the sky, and the monsters all over the mountain, and the blood and scraps of flesh everywhere were enough to calm the boiling blood of this little warrior.

The screams of the monster before he died, the screams of the seriously injured comrades around him, and the earth-shattering sound of artillery fire directly made this little soldier who had been in the army for less than a day pee his pants in fright.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiaobai felt that it seemed to be quite good to be an orderly, and it seemed that it was not a big deal to cook for people, wash clothes, and carry a gun.

Not to mention anything else, just from the eyes of the comrades-in-arms who joined the army with Jiang Xiaobai and died long ago, mixed with envy, excitement and hatred, it was enough to make Jiang Xiaobai cherish the work in front of him and be more enthusiastic about Zhang Xiaofan.

Laboriously opened the still hot lunch box, a large box of snow-white rice, a plate of fried shredded potatoes, and a few slices of fatty braised pork, this kind of meal that was ordinary in the previous life can no longer be ordinary, at most ten yuan a meal, under the backdrop of Jiang Xiaobai's yellow and clear, pig-like meal, it became tall and tall in an instant.

In Jiang Xiaobai's enthusiastic gaze, Zhang Xiaofan picked two slices of braised pork into Jiang Xiaobai's lunch box, and Jiang Xiaobai said happily; "Thank you, Brother Fan!" After speaking, he quickly picked up the food in the bowl.

For a soldier who only eats a full meal for half a month and is a little bloody for a month, two pieces of braised pork are definitely a dream-like existence.

After lunch, Jiang Xiaobai took the lunch box and went to wash it, and Zhang Xiaofan walked along the city wall and began to eat after the meal.

The place where Zhang Xiaofan was located was called the "Northern Defense Line," or "the New Great Wall Defense Line" The original Great Wall defense line was too long, too far away, and the defense was improper, and the new monster "Panshan Beast" was riddled with holes everywhere, and the defenders of the Great Wall who were attacked by the enemy had to retreat backwards.

The current northern defense line absorbs the lessons of the original defense line, not only a defense line, but also a series of pillboxes and towers in the defense line. Troop stations and so on. Mainly used to deal with monsters that infiltrate the interior of the defense line by digging holes,

The corresponding defenders are also divided into two parts: defensive defenders and active soldiers.

The soldiers are the main force with first-class equipment, first-class logistics supplies, first-class military rewards, and of course, the casualty rate is also first-class. Its main mission is to strangle the monsters that have infiltrated the interior of the defense line.

The task of defending the troops is relatively simple, garrisoning the defense line, defending against the monsters all over the mountain, although there is a city wall to block it, it is slightly better than the soldiers who attack with the monsters, but the casualty rate is still amazing, and the city wall guards have to change a wave of new people almost every few months.

Just when Zhang Xiaofan was swaying and doing nothing, suddenly a piercing alarm sounded, and the soldiers who had been chatting in groups of three or five suddenly stood up and rushed desperately towards their posts.

In the distance, a panicked Jiang Xiaobai ran over, shouting as he ran; "Brother Xiao Fan, number seven, number seven sentry, the ironclad beast is coming!"