In the cold silence, Hyun Hongye first said to me, "Lao Tian...... Say talk, or even your mouth will freeze. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

I agree with Hyun Momiji's words, because I don't know what my tongue tastes like now, and if I don't speak, I guess I won't feel pain when I bite off my tongue.

So Hyun Hongye and I dragged a dog, sat side by side on the shore of the walking bat dung, tried to keep our bodies out of the water, wrapped a thermal blanket in one person, and began to talk.

But when it was time to speak, I ...... I don't know what to say.

After staring at Hyun Hongye for a long time, we smiled awkwardly at each other, and finally Hyun Hongye broke the question and said, "The two of us ...... Let's talk about the past, right? Like what...... Lao Tian, why are your knife skills so good? And where did your Swiss Army knife come from? It's obviously a knockoff, and it's hidden like a baby. ”

In the face of Xian Hongye's words, I took out the saber that I regarded as a treasure, shook my head and said: "The scientific name of this thing should be called 'five-purpose saber', it is a kind of imitation of a simplified version of domestic goods in my country, and it is used more by plateau and jungle troops, and it will be gradually eliminated after the 90s. ”

"Bet?" Xian Hongye tilted his head and said, "What kind of bet did Wang Roar make with you?" ”

I smiled slightly, and said at the time that this was "a child has no mother, and it's a long story", and if you want to talk about the "military gamble" back then, you have to start with the "saber" itself.

Speaking of which, the first owner of this saber was not me or Wang Yao, but the last division commander of our division, a senior veteran named "Wang Qichuan".

Wang Qichuan is a very good soldier, he is the most fond of things must bow down, like to think carefully about things, every military exercise and command style is the kind of planning and then acting, and because of this style of work, the commanders and fighters of our division love to call him "Wang Sanslow" behind their backs, but in private, this division commander Wang prefers to hear others call him "Wang Veteran".

It is said that when the whole division was reorganized and disbanded, Veteran Wang was the only person in the division who did not cry, and later there was a legend in private that the tears of "Veteran Wang" had dried up as early as when he was in Vietnam.

Unlike those second-generation officers and ****** senior generals, our division commander is a soldier who has really shed blood on the battlefield, and his story is the story of the "copycat Swiss Army knife".

The first time veteran Wang participated in the war was the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Vietnam in 74.

At that time, the defeat of US imperialism in Vietnam was a foregone conclusion, and the North Vietnamese government recovered from the "Easter fiasco" and began to organize forces to deal a devastating blow to the counter-revolutionary regime in South Vietnam.

Thus, as the North Vietnamese regime began its largest ground offensive, the U.S. military also began its largest air operation in history.

Beginning in '74, the U.S. military withdrew American advisers and pro-American personnel, and at the same time ordered the air force to redouble the indiscriminate bombing of North Vietnamese cities, transportation points, Ho Chi Minh Trails, and military bases, in a vain attempt to stop the North Vietnamese offensive against the south, so that the South Vietnamese government could survive.

The bombing caused great damage to northern Vietnam, and in order to relieve the pressure on air defense, the then Viet Cong leaders Quinoa and Vo Nguyen Gia requested air defense support from the socialist "big sister".

Later, in order to help Vietnam fight against US imperialism, the Chinese government sent more air defense units to fight in Vietnam, and they took off their military uniforms, changed into Vietnamese uniforms, and used their own flesh and blood to help the Vietnamese build an insurmountable "Great Wall in the Sky" and fight on the front line of anti-imperialist and anti-American forces.

It was against that background that our division commander, Wang Qichuan, entered Vietnam for the first time.

At that time, Wang Qichuan had just been promoted to the Hanoi air defense zone, and he and a platoon were stationed in a valley in the mountains of the Song Dynasty, where there was an arsenal left by the French colonizers, which was later converted by North Vietnam into a turnaround station to China.

The place where Wang Qichuan was stationed was far away from the 17-degree line and the Saigon Theater, where the war was raging, and US planes occasionally flew over, but they were all very high reconnaissance planes, and they had no intention of dropping bombs.

Therefore, Wang Qichuan's first few days in Vietnam were quite boring, and in addition to attending mobilization meetings all day long, he was engaged in endless political study, which made Platoon Commander Wang, who had just been promoted to work and was preparing to fight the enemy at the forefront of the "class struggle," very distressed.

However, the revolutionary soldier is an iron-clad soldier, and this platoon commander Wang must really work hard after accepting the order of his superiors, so although it is boring, he does not slack off and complain, he still shows the courage of a revolutionary soldier, and works, performs, and fights in that strange land.

Later, Wang Qichuan's iron-clad life rippled with a "small thing" arranged by the leader.

At that time, in order to improve the coordination ability of the Vietnamese garrison militia and our air defense forces, the army specially selected a group of commanders and fighters and interpreters to train the local Vietnamese militia in basic Chinese language and terminology.

Because Wang Qichuan was one of the few "cultural people" in the army who had attended a military academy, he was temporarily assigned by the army as an "instructor" and a Vietnamese translator to teach the militia military terminology on a single day and night every month.

To be honest, this job is also boring, but compared with the endless political study, it is still a bit challenging, and the most important thing is that this "instructor" job can see some fresh faces, which makes Wang Qichuan, who has been bored in the barracks all day long, find a chance to "breathe".

Therefore, with the mentality that talking is better than nothing, Instructor Wang worked with the translator overnight to compile a lesson plan, and as soon as he was laid off the job the next night, Instructor Wang followed the Vietnamese interpreter to the "classroom" to explain military terminology to his militia students.

However, the teacher had just entered the classroom and had not yet spoken, but he was first "scared silly" by his students.

It turned out that it was none other than Instructor Wang who was waiting for Teacher Wang to give a lecture in the humble classroom, but a group of "female soldiers" with the largest fifteen or sixteen and the youngest eleven or twelve.

Those pure and beautiful "Vietnamese little girls" held a notebook in one hand and an AK47 in the other, looking at their instructors respectfully, and more than a dozen pairs of big eyes looked at Wang Qichuan, looking at him uncomfortable.

To put it bluntly, since Instructor Wang joined the army, he has never seen a woman except for his eldest sister, and this time he has made so many beautiful women to let him teach...... His legs and stomach trembled.