In this vast history/long river that reaches the limits of the universe

There's a little little little corner

We used to hold up a piece of blue sky with our hands

Fill the gap in each other's lives with enthusiasm

The wind blows / the breath of sadness

Passing through the heart is a meteor of memories

I suddenly looked back again and again

What is left behind is the immortal military spirit and the laughter of the past

In this gloomy/unforgiving/exuberant/world

I sing for you the song of sorrow

In the depths of my heart / Carve an immortal grave of heroes for you

Look at you on another blue planet

Facing the newborn sunrise, he opened his arms

Rewrite the tenderness of life

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(Little Demon: I just wrote this lyric, it's not neat, I will compose the music in my mind at the same time when I write the lyrics, this is a song that only I can hear, I want to dedicate it to the heroes who died on the real battlefield.) The name of the song is "Requiem for Sorrow")

Standing on the top of the 477th Heights, facing the howling north wind, I sniffed the unwielding blood in the air, and the roar of automatic weapons fire on the battlefield seemed to come from my ears. Changsun Ting stood silently behind me, and not far away, Liu Kangnan and Cheng Yuanxia were carrying two first-aid kits and bandaging the wounded soldiers.

Major Fang Xiang was killed in battle, Yang Yu was killed in battle, and there were only three soldiers who could rush to the 477 Heights alive with Changsun Ting. The commando team composed of five hundred of the most elite soldiers, the supreme commander was killed, and all the lieutenants were killed except for me, the temporarily appointed acting company commander!

None of us touched the radio station again, and the group silently withdrew from this most tragic battlefield.

"Greech is dead."

Hearing this, Changsun Ting let out a casual light "um", and after experiencing the fiercest battle in a short period of time, each of us has seen too many deaths, and has become a little numb. I suddenly turned around and threw a punch, and Changsun Ting was caught off guard by me and had a long nosebleed. He covered his nose and asked stupidly, "Big brother, why did you beat me?" ”

I looked at my fist, shrugged my shoulders and said indifferently, "It's nothing, I'm just a little itchy all of a sudden." ”

Hidden in my military pocket was a bullet wrapped in a white cloth and stained with the blood of Bridge, a woman who touched and hurt my heart.

I led a commando of only thirteen men and began a long march of 400 miles through the dense forest. The Indian army, led by the hounds, approached us again and again, and we hovered near the death line several times, and after the tense march, it was the beginning of my heaviest work, and I had to use the map to deduce all possible retreat plans over and over again, and avoid confrontation with the Indian army as much as possible.

Five days later, we finally appeared on the Sino-Indian border, and through the barbed wire, I could clearly see the Chinese border guard sentries through binoculars, but we had no chance to return to China. On the hundreds of kilometers of border in the eastern part of the Sino-Indian border, the Indian army pulled two layers of barbed wire more than two meters high, and if you look closely at these barbed wires, there are still small animals such as squirrels and hares hanging on them, and it is obvious that they have been connected to high-voltage electricity.

Within fifteen minutes of my observation, twenty-four patrols passed, and at a rough count, on the eastern border alone, the Indian army displayed at least two thousand patrols.

Each patrol in India is a squad, equipped with a military vehicle with a heavy machine gun and a small howitzer mounted on it, and some patrols also have soldiers with sniper rifles on their backs, and for the thirteen of us, India has invested more than 20,000 troops and thousands of military vehicles. I only feel bitter, it seems that the Indian military has been ruthless in trying to annihilate all of us. Unless we all learn stealth and are not afraid of the high voltage on the barbed wire, we can successfully return to China under the nose of the Indian army.

Seeing the motherland so close at hand, but lying on the snow in the forest, enduring hunger and fatigue, we must be like rabbits, with our ears held high, ready to fight and retreat at any time. We ran out of dry food two days ago, and we didn't dare to light fires, we didn't dare to shoot animals, and we couldn't find any plant fruits to feed our hunger in the snowy land. People who have never experienced the experience of putting raw grass roots in their mouths and chewing vigorously while grabbing the snow to help them swallow food can never imagine such inhuman suffering.

I spread out the map and looked at it over and over again, and in the face of everyone's hopeful eyes, I was silent for a long time before I whispered: "The enemy has laid a wide net on the border line, and if we want to force a breakthrough, it will only be a moth to the fire, and the Indian military will be caught." We had to sneak into Bhutan first, and then turn around into Chinese territory, and I expect you to have to walk at least 500 miles through the dense forest. ”

Rao is an elite soldier with a strong heart among the commandos, and after hearing my words, everyone showed a miserable look. Without supplies, we might starve to death in the forest.

After three days, one of the soldiers began to lose blood in his stool, and even if we brought all the equipment on his body to help him carry it, he still walked staggeringly, and could not keep up with our rapid march, so we had to add extra rest again and again, and try to find all kinds of easily digestible food.

In order not to disturb everyone, this soldier secretly swallowed the button on his collar and looked at his cold corpse, all of us lowered our heads, he was the first soldier of our commando team to die in combat!

In order to prevent this kind of incident from happening again, when passing by a pond that had been frozen in ice, we risked being caught up by the enemy, dropped a few grenades, and floated dozens of stunned fish on the pond that shattered the ice, and fished these fish, Cheng Yuanxia licked his lips and said: "If you can bake them, it will be the most delicious delicacy in the world." ”

I grabbed a fish and threw it on the ground, shouting, "In this case, don't think of yourself as a human being anymore and eat it as I did!" ”

I lay on the ground like a hungry wild dog, biting at the fish that was struggling on the ground, sucking its blood, swallowing its scales and flesh into my stomach, even its internal organs and bones.

Look at me, look at you, and at last they began to nibble on food like me, and half of these warriors, who sweated and bled on the battlefield without complaint, shed tears as they ate like wild dogs.

That night, Zhao Wei, who was the sixth among the sworn brothers, rolled from side to side holding his stomach, and I reached out to touch it and was surprised to find a swollen and hard bulge in his stomach.

I grabbed Zhao Wei by the collar and yelled, "What did you eat?" ”

"Skin, skin, skin......" Zhao Wei was trembling in pain, unable to even say the simplest words, following his gaze, I found a half-eaten military police riot boot in Zhao Wei's backpack.

Zhao Wei took off the leather boots of the soldier who committed suicide by taking poison, cut them into long strips with a bayonet, and swallowed them into the stomach one by one, because they could not digest it, the cowhide formed a hard lump in the stomach, and it was soaked in gastric juice for a long time, and the cowhide began to expand, and with the stomach stirring again and again, these cowhides scratched Zhao Wei's stomach wall, I dare not look like Zhao Wei is in so much pain now, has it begun to bleed in the stomach.

I poured a few bullets from the magazine, dismantled the bullet and mixed the fire in the water and forcibly poured it into Zhao Wei, hoping to help him digest the cowhide in his stomach, but at three o'clock in the morning, Zhao Wei still died in my arms with tears in his eyes.

He is my brother, he is the best soldier in China, he did not die on the most brutal battlefield, but died on the indigestion caused by a leather boot!

My face was pale, I bit my lip with all my might, and hit the big tree next to me with a heavy fist, and in the blood splash, my fist sank into the tree, and the big tree, which was fifteen or sixteen meters high, trembled and made a rattling sound.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to grab my submachine gun and shoot into the sky to vent my pain, but I couldn't, I could only clench my fists, raise my head high, and squeeze back the tears that had rushed to the corners of my eyes in the trembling muscles of my whole body. I am the supreme commander of this commando, I am the eldest brother of all my brothers, I am now the spiritual beacon of all, no matter what desperate situation I face, I must never cry again!

If you want to be a hero, you have to give up your tears and all your weaknesses!

I felt the wine jug on my body and poured all the spirits in it on Zhao Wei's grave, I think that whether it is ten or twenty years, in this vast and boundless land, there is a small piece of land soaked with heroic courage, with the aroma of alcohol, when Zhao Wei misses us, he will also stick out his tongue in the dark night and gently [***] the taste of his hometown in this land, right?

Throwing the wine jug out fiercely, looking at Changsun Ting, who wanted to speak and stopped, I said indifferently: "I don't need that kind of thing now, the real strength is definitely not from what kind of alcohol contains special ingredients, what kind of fucking bile secretion, what gallbladder gland rupture, Fu Yinxue is Fu Yinxue!" ”

Changsun Ting looked at my rock-solid and solemn face, nodded fiercely, hugged me, and exclaimed, "I'm really happy, the eldest brother who deserves my respect is back!" I have always believed that the pot of wine is just a booster, and it will definitely help Big Brother find himself again! ”

(Little demon: I'm urging me to write quickly, I'll pass at least one chapter a day, it's not slow, I'm also urging everyone to give a few more votes, come up and take a look today, the number of votes is not bad, and I'm in a good mood, hehe)

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