"What, you want to clear him from the revolutionary ranks?" the regiment commander grinned in surprise and looked at Gao Yidao fixedly. : 。

"Regiment commander, think about it, he is a Kuomintang and a deserter, it is impossible for him to really join the revolutionary ranks, it is impossible for him to really fight devils, this mouse will spoil our pot of soup sooner or later. ”

The regiment commander walked up to Gao Yidao with his hands behind his back: "In the past, we also absorbed the Kuomintang, and now we have become excellent revolutionary comrades, why can't he do it when it is his turn? Gao Yidao, which tendon is wrong for your kid?"

The political commissar who had been sitting next to him spoke: "Gao Yidao, don't go around in circles, I think, you are because he used to be from the 67th Army." ”

Gao Yidao was only transferred to the Independent Regiment last year, and in the past it was a left-behind regiment; two years ago, the left-behind regiment and the 67th Army had a life-and-death 'hand', and the political commissar listened to his opinion on the regiment commander and immediately figured out the background of this.

was broken by the political commissar with a word, and Gao Yi's knife did not hide his 'sex', and said 'excitedly': "I ...... how many comrades he sacrificed when the 67th Army entered the border area and caused us to suffer."

"Gotta get it. The regiment commander raised his hand and interrupted Gao Yidao's words: "I understand, Gao Yidao, do you understand that this is a communiqué 'private' vendetta? Anyway, you are also the commander of the second company, so you don't have any consciousness at all? Hurry up and give me a cool place to rest." ”

"I have an opinion!" Gao Yidao still didn't give up.

"Then take it a spare!" the head of the regiment made him die of this heart.

The independent regiment finally quieted down, Liu Jianqiang, who used to cry and wipe his tears, now put on a melancholy pose all day long to bask in the sun at the head of the village, and the little red tassel who used to be a 'chicken' flying dog jumped now trains behind Hu Yi's ass all day long, and has a lot of fun. The regiment commander and political commissar were very pleased, and the soldiers of the whole regiment were very happy and happy.

The morning sun was very bright, lazily shining on the tamped loess on the 'drill' field, but the wind of early 'spring' was not gentle, rolling up the floating dust on the ground over and over again, tossing the soldiers of the second company who were training for assassination. In order to avoid accidents, the soldiers in the training were armed with sharpened wooden sticks, the front end of which was wrapped in cotton cloth or a 'wool' scarf, and the length and thickness were like real guns. When stabbing, the movement should be fast and powerful, the strength should be concentrated on the tip of the knife, and the body should be stable and not leaning back. Gao Yidao supervised and guided back and forth in the queue, shouting the password, and when he looked up, he saw Hu Yi and Xiao Hongying, who had come back from Dongshan, passing by the side of the 'exercise'.

Every time I see Hu Yi's bronze 'colored' face, Gao Yidao can't help but be angry in his heart, dog, he stabbed us two years ago, and now he is swaggering back and forth, the more he thinks about it, the more angry he becomes, and he can't help but shout: "Stop!"

Hu Yi and Xiao Hongying both stopped when they heard the sound, stood on the side of the 'exercise' field, and tilted their heads to look at Gao Yidao in unison.

Gao Yidao turned around and gave the order to rest to the soldiers of the second company, and then walked unhurriedly to Hu Yi and stood still, hugging his arms: "You used to belong to the 67th Army, right?"

Obedient and listening, Gao Yidao's question, Hu Yi immediately understood, this tone, this posture, is to turn over old accounts. In the past, the 67th Army suppressed the Communist Party, and of course Hu Yi also participated in the battle, each for his own master, and the execution of orders was his duty, and had nothing to do with himself, and now that he had joined the Eighth Route Army, Hu Yi didn't think there was anything about it. He replied lightly: "I am." ”

"The weather is so good today, it's rare for us to meet and have a discussion!"

Hu Yixin said that you want to use Lao Tzu as a punching bag: "I'm not interested." ”

Gao Yidao smiled contemptuously: "Sure enough, the 67th Army is just a miscellaneous pile of debris that specializes in bad seeds, and a deserter also wants to be the Eighth Route Army? ”

If it is easy to talk about and discuss, then of course Hu Yi will not agree. But this sarcastic and sarcastic words were said loudly in public, Hu Yi's fire was successfully lit by Gao Yidao, they are all men, it's as simple as that. Hu Yi didn't say a word, walked into the 'drill' field in silence, pulled a wooden gun from the soldier's hand, checked it, slightly lighter than the real gun, but basically the same, and poked it on the ground: "Come, I'll coax you today!"

"The company commander is going to fight with that guy for bayonets!" There was a 'chaos' on the ground, and the soldiers of the second company on the 'drill' ground chattered and gathered around to form a circle and enclose a field of dozens of square meters.

"Which one is this?"

"It seems to be the new one from Class 9. ”

"He's a Kuomintang deserter? ”

The wind gusted by, rolling up the dust, carrying the dead leaves, swirling, and drifting over the yellow earth. There were people all around, but it was quiet, no one spoke, staring at the two of them.

Hu Yi pulled the cuffs of his military uniform on his sturdy arm, held a wooden gun, calmed down, and stared at Gao Yidao opposite with narrow eyes. The opponent's posture is very rigorous, basically there are no flaws, breathing evenly, it seems to be experienced, the tip of the gun is stable and does not shake, this is a master, even a devil will not be more powerful than him. However, Hu Yi's heart was not afraid, but began to get excited, this atmosphere seemed to make Hu Yi feel a little battlefield, instinctively focused, and gradually forgot the chaotic breathing around him.

Gao Yidao did not despise the deserter opposite, he himself had also rolled on the battlefield, and from Hu Yi's focused and calm look, he could feel an invisible pressure spreading. However, the gun-holding posture of this Kuomintang deserter is not rigorous, and it can be seen from the subtle movements of the other party that he is not suspicious, but really not rigorous enough. Based on this, Gao Yidao judged that his odds of victory were seven points, and when he had the bottom in his heart, he no longer hesitated, looked at a gap, and quickly advanced to launch a stab, which went straight to Hu Yi's throat.

Fast, too fast, Hu Yi picked up the tip of the gun and pressed it again and again, trying to deflect this blow, but he didn't expect that the other party was not only fast, but also powerful enough, but he was deflected a little, but he did not leave the dangerous attack range.

Seeing that the situation was favorable, Gao Yidao pressed the tip of the gun downward, stepped up again, and the second stab went straight to Hu Yi's heart.

Hu Yi was helpless, swinging the gun horizontally, trying to block the blow, but the movement was still a little slow, and the tip of the opponent's gun grazed his own gun and slid in, although it was slightly deviated, it was still fiercely pierced under Hu Yi's ribs.

Although the tip of the gun was wrapped in cotton cloth, Gao Yidao had enough strength, and the impact made Hu Yi staggered back a few steps, and he barely regained his footing despite the sharp pain under his ribs.

Gao Yidao finally 'revealed' a smug smile, it was time to end, and he rushed up after running a few steps, stabbing and the final blow.

The severe pain under his ribs caused Hu Yi's blood to surge, and before he could stand firm, he saw a new crisis coming.

At that moment, the sense of crisis that had been cultivated in the battlefield habits for many years finally broke out, and the surroundings suddenly dimmed, losing their 'color', and what they saw in their eyes no longer seemed to be a wooden gun, but a bright and sharp bayonet was attacking, wanting to ruthlessly take their lives.

At that moment, an unprecedented thought flashed through Hu Yi's mind, I can't die, I have a 'woman', I have concerns, if I fall, she may never return home.

At that moment, one of Hu Yi's hands fiercely grasped the shining bayonet that stabbed at the 'chest', the blade of the blade seemed to have cut the palm, blood gushed out of the tight gap, and the violent impact made the bayonet still move forward fiercely, pushing Hu Yi's body backwards, greedily eager to harvest life.

At that moment, Hu Yi picked up the gun with all his strength, trying to smash the source of this crisis.

Click-The wooden spear broke into two pieces on Gao Yidao's forehead, one was shattered, and the other was still in Hu Yi's hand.

Blood splattered, Gao Yidao felt sorry in his heart, only an inch, I could stab into the dog's chest, but, I couldn't dodge this desperate blow to the head, I felt that a piece of red silk was 'covered' in front of me, and then darkness came.

Poof-Gao Yidao's strong body was lying straight on the '' field.

The wind was still blowing, the dust was still flying, Hu Yi held the tip of the wooden gun with a high knife in his left hand, and half of his own wooden gun in his right hand, standing numbly on the 'drill' field.

In a circle of astonished eyes, a sharp voice broke the silence: "This dog day killed the company commander! Kill him Kuomintang!"

Boom - the soldiers of the second company finally blew up the temple and rushed up with wooden guns.

Before Hu Yi could come to his senses, he felt that there were enemies all around, and they were rushing towards him in the dark.

Well, maybe I'll make it through alive. Why is it always blocked? Why do you always have to break through? Is this my fate? Okay, I'm going to break through! Okay......

Under the "temptation" of the 'battlefield syndrome', Hu Yi threw himself into his imaginary world wholeheartedly, his narrow eyes were still calm and firm, and he held a wooden gun in both hands, and rushed into the turbulence in front of him. I was hit hard in the shoulder, it hurt, but not strongly. It seems that the back has also been smashed, it is a little difficult to breathe, it is not as difficult as expected, I don't care about these, it seems that this is the weak part of the enemy, there may be a chance to break through, and the wooden stick is fiercely picked down, and the wooden gun parried by the enemy in front of him was directly interrupted, and was directly chopped by Hu Yi on the top of his head, and he lay down weakly, and slammed the wooden gun horizontally, and he la-la-'forced' to retreat to one side, and he didn't have time to breathe, and the stick 'stick' on the right came like rain, and he couldn't stop it, so he attacked and smashed the nearest one, click- It was the sound of broken bones, accompanied by wailing, rolling on the ground, struggling, but instead making a breathing space for Hu Yi, buzz - it seemed to be dizzy, Hu Yi judged that the back of the head was hit, a little staggered, no need to look back, directly put the weapon in his hand back, click - accompanied by a scream, sure enough, hit the enemy behind him, the wooden gun in his left hand finally broke, it doesn't matter, it's easier to exert force if it's shorter......

In the gusts of cold wind, in the rolling dust, in the noisy, wailing, screaming, and cursing '' field, the petite figure of the little red tassel has been standing, staring, in those big eyes full of tears, first surprised, then tangled, then 'confused', and finally angry.

She finally reached out and picked up the wooden spear scattered at her feet, picked it up awkwardly, and rushed to the center of the storm crying. She didn't have much strength, but she didn't care, she slammed desperately, in circles, trying to knock down all the obstacles in front of her, into the battlefield, forward, chopping, moving forward again, continuing to cry, continuing to be angry.

The soldiers of the second company were not crazy, they wanted to kill Hu Yi, but how could they beat the little girl, seeing that the little girl rushed in like crazy, they helplessly dodged one after another, forming a path, and did not dare to stop it.

Hu Yi didn't know how many times he had been hit hard, and he had not yet fallen, but he only relied on his belief that if he wanted to break through, he must break through! Suddenly he felt that his back had not been hit again, and he couldn't help but have an illusion, why couldn't he feel the blow behind him? It seems that I am going to die, and I don't feel any more pain? Finally, he turned back numbly.

The little girl stood behind Hu Yi, with her back to Hu Yi, desperately brandishing a wooden gun, crying, and madly blocking the soldiers of the second company who tried to approach Hu Yi.

Hu Yi's bleeding mouth slightly squeezed out a gratifying arc, and a petite 'color' finally appeared in his numb eyes, and then he fell into darkness......