"Old Zhou, why are you here?"

More than ten minutes later, Lao Wang came back, but Zhou Ping came with him. , the latest chapter access: ШШШ.79xs.СоМ . This made Zhang Qingshan a little surprised, and couldn't help but ask.

"Oops~!Lao Zhang, you don't say it early if you have this old 'problem', so I have to endure ......it all the time" Zhou Ping put down the big bundle of hay with a sad face, sighed while sitting next to Zhang Qingshan, and whispered: "Actually, I also have this 'problem', and it is very powerful." It's just that it's hard to tell everyone, no, as soon as I heard that both of you have this 'problem', I am very happy, so I will follow to solve it, so as not to get sick and feel uncomfortable. ”

After speaking, he also specially advised: "Lao Zhang, don't grab this antidote from me, my old 'hair' is very sick." ”

This is also an old fox, who knows what is going on in his heart, but he consciously protects everyone's face, so he naturally will not poke it, but take the initiative to join in. But Zhang Qingshan, who listened to it, was a little moved in his heart, what a good comrade!

Zhang Qingshan also nodded solemnly with his cooperation, but his eyes looked at Lao Wang, who was 'fiddling' with the utensils.

After pouting, Lao Wang continued to set up a tripod supported by three wooden sticks.

You don't need to ask about the process, you can judge a rough idea if you think about it: it must be that Lao Wang happened to be discovered by Zhou Ping when he was taking the utensils. Zhou Ping is an old man, not only did not break it, but simply joined in.

"Lao Zhou, how much food do we have?"

"I've reported it to you, and there's only a little bit left, and I'm going to deduct it all, and when I see the mountain, I'll take it all out and give everyone a delicious meal, so that everyone can increase their strength and appear in front of others with a 'spirit'...... In this way, even if others say that we are called 'flowers', the 'spirit' spirit is sufficient. ”

Zhang Qingshan nodded, no opinion.

After a while, Lao Wang prepared everything and was about to light a match, but was stopped by Zhou Ping.

"Wait a minute!" Zhou Ping stepped forward and snatched the matchbox, then took out the thick layer of hay under the hanging kettle, and said, "Lao Wang, how can you be so careless? You see, as soon as so much hay is lit, the fire will definitely be big......

Speaking of this, Zhou Ping looked back, said, "This distance is enough", and then turned his head to Lao Wang and said: "Although there is fog covering it now, the fire is too big, and the fire will be exposed" to us, do you want everyone to know that the three of us have this old 'problem', right?"

Seeing that Lao Wang was looking like he was humbly asking for advice, he actually shook his head seriously, but Zhou Ping said with a smile: "So, we can only boil frogs in warm water, and boil the water little by little with low heat......"

"Lao Zhang, Lao Wang, the three of us are crowded, with our backs to the direction of the camp...... Lao Wang, you are not a girl, and Lao Tzu can't eat you, what are you doing so far away from Lao Tzu? Squat here...... Yes, the three of us don't leave a gap, so that we can block the fire. Coupled with the obstruction of the fog, as soon as this small fire rises, others will never find it. ”

He said and did it to himself, but he didn't notice that Zhang Qingshan and Lao Wang were extremely surprised when they heard it, the two looked at each other more than once, and a big question was revealed in each other's eyes: Lao Zhou is so familiar with this and thinks about Zhou Xiang so much, could it be that he used to do this often?

Strike a match, light the handful of hay in your hand, and put it under the kettle and say, "Remember, only by burning one handful can you keep the fire alive without being discovered by others." Otherwise, if you bring everyone in, you'll be in trouble......"

Zhang Qingshan and Lao Wang nodded subconsciously, and their expressions of seeking advice were as if they were listening to the teacher's guidance. Zhang Qingshan even subconsciously looked back, and sure enough, as Zhou Ping said, in this way, it was really impossible to find the fire here in the distance, and the suspicion in his heart was even stronger.

"Old Zhou, you used to do this a lot?"

"That's!" Zhou Ping lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said lightly while watching Lao Wang add fire to what he said: "Back then, when we switched to war, I was really the squad leader of the cooking class, in order to save a bite to eat...... No, it should be an old 'hairy' crime, and it's not easy to tell others, and I don't want to be discovered by others, so I do it secretly by myself. ”

Speaking of this, he looked at the surrounding environment, I don't know whether he remembered his comrades-in-arms back then, or something else, sighed, and said: "The environment at that time was much worse than now, unlike now, as long as it is not discovered by his comrades." At that time, although we could find small hills to block the fire anytime and anywhere, the general environment at that time was very bad, and it gave people the impression that there were too many enemies, and we had to fight with them every time we went further...... Alas~!"

"Lao Zhou, it's all over, and it will be fine in the future. ”

Zhou Ping nodded, but he still said: "What I sigh is not the battle at that time, but the ...... that so many outstanding comrades fell in battle."

"Lao Zhou, you are an old revolutionary, tell us the story of the battle you personally experienced? Anyway, the water is not boiling yet, and you are idle. ”

"Okay! I'll tell you two things I've personally experienced. ”

"Once, we moved to a place called Zhangjiapu in Hubei, which is very suitable for ambushes...... At the beginning of the battle, we launched a charge against the enemy. At that time, I happened to be standing on a high place, and I saw with my own eyes that when a soldier was fighting with the enemy with a bayonet, he was stabbed in the stomach by the enemy, but he grabbed the bayonet and pulled the grenade on his waist with his right hand, and there was a 'boom' sound, and that scene was ...... That scene...... I still remember the scene of blood and flesh flying......"

Zhang Qingshan saw that Zhou Ping's eyes were full of tears, and hurriedly 'interjected': "This is one thing, and there is another one? ”

"The other is even more tragic. Zhou Ping wiped the corners of his eyes and smiled at the two: "This ghost weather, fog can also wet your eyes, heh!"

Zhang Qingshan and Lao Wang nodded at the same time like two good babies, and at the same time admitted Lao Zhou's reason for looking ridiculous, savoring it but being extremely sad.

"At that time, just after the shootout, I wondered how they could fight when they were hungry and had been on the mountain all night, so I took two soldiers to carry their burdens and risked to deliver food to the comrades who were defending the position. However, when we arrived at the position, there were potholes everywhere, corpses everywhere, and the enemy's, ours, covered the entire position...... That's a company, there are more than 100 people, and there are only 21 people who may have eaten this breakfast, including the seriously wounded...... At last...... At last...... All but three of the seriously wounded on our backs were killed...... Alas~!"

Neither Zhang Qingshan nor Lao Wang asked if this was the battle, and it was so fierce, because they didn't want to stab Zhou Ping again. Of course, Zhang Qingshan never expected that Zhou Ping, who is calm and kind on weekdays, would have such a painful experience. However, if you think about it carefully, how many veterans among the Red Army soldiers have not experienced such a tragic battle?

For a while, everyone didn't speak again: Lao Zhou was wiping his tears and 'smoking' cigarettes in big gulps. Lao Wang lowered his head and added fuel to the fire while 'smoking'. Zhang Qingshan looked at the sky and didn't know what he thought.

After a while, Lao Wang whispered: "Lao Zhou, Lao Zhang, when the revolution is victorious in the future, in case I am not there, I want to ask you for a favor." ”

No one stopped Lao Wang from saying such unlucky words, because everyone understood that since he had chosen the cause of liberating the toiling masses of the world, his head was tantamount to hanging on the belt of his 'trousers', and he could fall at any time.

"My deputy battalion commander died in the Battle of Zhongbao, and I swore in my heart at that time: When the revolution is victorious, I must personally build a big monument to the deputy battalion commander and all the comrades who died here...... If I die, please both of you help me fulfill this vow......"

Speaking of this, Lao Wang suddenly looked up at the two of them, although his face was full of tears, he said with a smile: "I don't want to go under Jiuquan, the deputy battalion commander and those comrades scolded me for not talking...... By the way, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhou, do you two have any regrets? Say it, when the revolution is won, as long as I don't die, I will definitely help you complete it. ”

"I don't have any big regrets...... If I die, you remember to tell Xiang Xueqin from the headquarters hospital that she should stop crying, live well, and live a happy life. ”

Looking at Zhang Qingshan's look of pessimism about life and death, Lao Wang nodded very seriously, and then looked at Zhou Ping again.

"I'm sorry that I don't have a high level of education. So, hey, hey, hey......" Zhou Ping laughed twice, and said to them with a smile: "So, if I die, you two will have to work hard to learn culture." Because Lao Tzu swore in his heart: When the revolution is victorious in the future, he must personally write the revolutionary stories he has experienced into a thick book, so that future generations can remember Lao Tzu: Their peaceful and happy days were exchanged for the blood and youth of countless martyrs, and they must be cherished. So, Lao Zhang, Lao Wang, this matter will trouble you both. ”

"Lao Zhou, your oath is powerful enough...... Lao Wang immediately shouted: "Compared with reading and writing, Lao Tzu is more willing to repair the monument by himself." ”

"Lao Wang is right, we don't know a lot of big characters, we still learned to write a name in night school, you actually want us to write a book that will definitely not be less than a million words, isn't it difficult for you to be strong? It's so unfair. ”

"Then I don't care, anyway, I'm dead, you must fulfill my wish, otherwise, even if Lao Tzu is under the Nine Springs, he will definitely crawl back to settle accounts with the two of you. Zhou Ping immediately laughed proudly.

"Forget it, Lao Tzu bless you with a long life, so that after the victory of the revolution, you will have such a headache with such thick books. ”

"Yes!"

Time is spent bit by bit in the three of them, who look down on life and death, but with their own regrets.

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