The shelling stopped.

The headache is relieved a lot, or the numbness due to the persistence of the pain is considered relief.

In the field of vision, the fire was still colorless, jumping in white, between gray and black. This feeling of losing color is depressing and depressing. Everything is as usual, just no color. Dr. Zhou said that it was not an eye problem, but he thought it was an eye problem, maybe the eye was injured by the previous artillery fire, maybe the eye was sick.

Staff Officer Liang was talking, he said that the battle had begun, he was going out to have a look, he was testing his pistol, it was a horse brand picker, in fact, it should be called Browning M1903, eight rounds of magazines, delicate and beautiful. He noticed that there was an eye on his gun, so he turned his gaze back to M1932.

"If you want to trade with me, I'll consider agreeing. ”

"Is this jealousy?"

Staff Officer Liang smiled: "Okay, I admit it, at this moment, I am jealous of your gun." However, only at this moment, there is no such shop in this village. ”

"You should continue to be envious. ”

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" he stood up with his pistol in hand, patting the dust on his shoulder.

"I'm not good at being an adjutant. ”

"I said the same thing, and the result was ...... I became a staff officer. But today...... but became the head of the regiment. He stopped at the door and looked out with a desolate expression. After pausing for a while, he suddenly opened his jacket pocket and took out something: "Originally...... You are our chance to live, and now, we are against you. This is my apology to you. ”

He was gone, and the shots rang out, in all directions, not dense and irregular.

Leaning against the door, staring at the staff officer's bamboo collar badge in his hand, he still couldn't see the color. I knew that it was gold-edged, but my eyes were gray, and when I knew that it was red-bottomed, my eyes were dark, and the crossed bamboo patterns should be golden, but now I could only see the dazzling white, and the white as bones. It's heavy, as if I can't hold it anymore, I don't know if it's this discolored bamboo collar badge or this unusual apology.

I've been distracted for a long time. The sound of gunfire, the explosion of grenades and grenades, shouts, collapses, burnings, has not stopped.

Finally, he put the collar badge in his jacket pocket, stepped out of the black door frame, and breathed through the smoke of the yard, past the mottled or collapsed walls, the gray sky, the gray village, the gray smoke, the gray feet, the gray everything.

Turning the corner of the wall, between the gray floats, someone was crying, and stray bullets flew by from time to time, embedded in the wall, and shattered the tiles. A gray figure knelt in front of him, kneeling in the rain of bullets, not looking up, not dodging, as if he was dead.

Step by step, a ricocheting bullet reflected out of nowhere and tore through the shoulder of the uniform, cutting through the bronze face, and did not stop, continuing to walk to the figure kneeling among the rubble.

The dying man lay in the rubble and kicked his legs again and again, the rubble on the ground turned to ashes, his throat gurgled and gurgled, the hands of the health soldier pressed his neck tightly, and a large area of red flowed between the fingers of the health soldier. He heard footsteps, looked back at him, and shouted hoarsely, "Come and help me!"

stopped in front of him, but didn't reach out to help, and said coldly: "Let him die." ”

The Mediator hung his head again, still holding on to the wound, and he looked more desperate than the dying man.

"Stop torturing him. I said let him die, did you hear me?"

Finally, he couldn't help but lift his foot and kicked the shoulder of the health soldier. The blood spurted violently, splashing in all directions, wetting his leggings and uppers, and also wetting the desperate face of the sanitary soldier who had fallen beside him, he sprang up his body and threw himself at the wounded man, and threw himself at the bloody wound, trying to continue to hold him down and cover him, but the blood was no longer spraying, and the wounded man's legs were no longer kicking, although his eyes were still open, he could no longer close them.

"You kill him, you cold-blooded bastard!" the health soldier scolded with red eyes and heartbreaking, and he had to withdraw his bloody hands and turn hysterically back.

Lifting his foot again, he kicked the medic in the chest, knocking him over in the rubble, curling up in pain and out of breath.

Bending down, he picked up the rifle next to the corpse, which coincidentally was a medium-sized rifle that had been dirty and gray from falling into the rubble. While wiping it with his sleeve, he thought of Jiangnan, Jiangnan is not his hometown, but he always thinks of Jiangnan, it is also very cold and gray, and Wang Lao keeps complaining.

Stray bullets occasionally flew by, ricochets continued to crackle, always ashes, always shattered, behind the wall next door shook violently, grenade explosions set off a large rain of earth and ash, gray over the dangerous wall, dirty the freshly wiped Zhongzheng rifle, but also the pain between the rubble of the health soldier into a native, dust covered his face with blood, obscuring everything that had just happened.

The sanitary soldier wept violently, howling, crying like a scream, banging his head against the broken bricks on the ground, and smashing the rubble with his own fist, blood and tears could not settle the dust, and he cried fiercely between the sound of gunfire and explosions.

"What else can I do...... Can anyone tell me...... What else can I do...... Woo......"

Pulling open the chamber of the neutral rifle, with two rounds remaining, he bent down again, ripped open the cartridge belt of the corpse, and pulled out his bayonet. Neither cared about the gunshots, nor did she care about the cries of the health soldiers, and remembered that the former Zhongzheng rifle had been taken away by Su Qing, and she was really stupid with a gun, but she was a good woman, at least she would treat that gun well.

The cartridge belt was hung on himself, and the bayonet was attached to the muzzle of the gun, tightened. Suddenly he felt that something was missing, turned his head to look, only to find that the health soldier had actually stopped howling, he was staggering to his feet, desperately rushing to a place of gunsmoke, where a cry of pain had just been heard, the health soldier mechanically forgot the despair of a second ago, and tried to save again, regardless of the impact, regardless of the rain of bullets, faintly in the smoke, like a lonely fool.

Holding a rifle with a bayonet in his hand, he watched the sanitary soldier disappear in the direction of the gunsmoke, and couldn't help but ask himself, who is the bravest man? He is the bravest man! We only need to face death once, and he has to face countless deaths, death after death, death again and again, death again!

Boom - bricks fell from the wall behind him, not from a stray bullet.

Wake up! A forward lunge rushed into the rubble, curled up on the ground, turned around and took the gun, and the fingers that were climbing on the wall were faintly visible in the dust and floating dirt, and the sound caused by the masking action also alerted the other party.

Suddenly there was a muttering voice from behind the wall: "Half-immortal, why are you so panicking?"

"There's someone outside the wall, they must be aiming here!"

"That's a fart! Throw a grenade!"

"Where do I have grenades?"

"Nothing? It's all at this time, and you're a heavy soldier who is messing around? Can't you pick up something? I'm really convinced! Flash aside, look at me!"

"What if it's your own?"

"As soon as the emotional detective turned around, you didn't even see whether you were friend or foe and came down? Then why did you let me, a spy, even break off my background? Talking to you about this kung fu is enough for a little devil to throw thunder!"

"You're running faster than me, I can't keep up, of course you're behind. ”

"You...... I'm so worried! Why am I going to get together with you? Let's guard against the wall thunder first!"

"I'm supposed to be a safety corner, so I don't have to move. ”

"You...... Let's go over the wall and thunder! I'm going to kill you now!"

"Oops...... Are you really here? Lao Tzu fought with you!"

Crackling and crackling-

A burst of dust rose behind the wall, and Hu Yi reluctantly put down the muzzle of the gun aimed at the wall, speechless.

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