Except for a few sentries in the first company and the men of the regimental headquarters, no one knew what was going on. The assembly order quickly reached every departmental unit, the 123rd Company and the 9th Squad, the health team of the cooking squad of the Supply Department, plus the recruit company, except for the personnel on duty at the guard post, all hurried to the playground to assemble and stand in line.

In accordance with Yang's instructions, several regimental guards brought some desks and wooden planks, and hurriedly erected a simple wooden platform on the wide side of the playground. The soldiers who came from time to time lined up in a chaotic manner on the playground, asking each other whether the devil was coming? Or was it necessary to improve their lives and make dumplings? What was the purpose of setting up a wooden platform by the playground? It seemed that they were going to sing a big opera, right?

Little Red Ying lay on her back on the broken bed in the confinement room, drooping two loose pigtails, blinking a pair of big gloomy eyes, staring blankly at the tattered roof.

This time she was really closed, and the window that had been bright was now nailed by twisted planks, leaking a few narrow gaps irregularly. The person standing guard outside the door was no longer Xiao Bing, the guard of the regimental headquarters, but a soldier of the third company, and the door was tightly bolted from the outside.

It has been locked up for a day and a night, and it has become a real confinement, and Xiao Hongying doesn't understand why the fox likes to stay here? No one likes to stay here, except for loneliness, it is still loneliness, and time seems to be endless here. In her little heart, nostalgia began to arise, nostalgia for the lazy pebbles by the river, nostalgia for the free wind on the top of the mountain, nostalgia for the fox. Dumbfounded, gloomy......

Suddenly hearing that the playground was starting to be noisy, Xiao Hongying took a deep breath with her little nose, then got out of bed listlessly, leaned on the windowsill, twisted her neck, put her eyes close to the gap in the plank, and tried to look at the playground......

The wind, which seemed to be a little stronger, and the dark clouds, which seemed to be a little lower, were tightly clustered together, rushing in black overhead, and endlessly oppressing the eyes of those who looked up.

On the playground paved with loess, in front of the temporary wooden platform, a piece of black pressure stood on the ground and began to wait quietly for the answer.

Yang Dezhi tightened his collar, straightened his military hat, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, coughed, walked up to the wooden platform in a few steps, put his hands behind his back, and scanned the queue on the playground with a far-sighted attitude, feeling very surging in his chest.

"Ahem, comrades, all commanders and fighters, gather everyone to announce one thing, to enforce discipline, to cure the sick and save the army, and to get rid of dross. What kind of army are we? Hmm? We are the Eighth Route Army, the people's army, the revolutionary army, and the party's army. So our fighters are proud, proud, brave, and fearless...... But today, someone smeared the Eighth Route Army, deserted, and became a deserter. He is a coward, he does not deserve to be a soldier, and he is even less worthy of being an Eighth Route Army...... We must not tolerate this kind of person, and we must use this scum to prove the strictness of discipline and prove that the Eighth Route Army is an iron-like army...... Bring him up. ”

The wooden table is made of tables and planks, and it is not very high, and a chair is placed on the side to serve as a step. A figure who was tied up behind him, without waiting for the guards behind him to move, took two steps to the stage, and then walked steadily to the middle of the stage. With every step he took forward, the creaking of planks was distinct.

In the creaking of wooden planks again and again, the audience was completely silent, surprisingly quiet, and terrifyingly quiet.

Luo Fugui in the audience couldn't speak with his mouth open, he even forgot to breathe, that firm step, that indifferent expression, how could it be? How could it be? Grandma's, this must be a dream......

The strange cries of the planks disappeared, and the tall figure stood firmly in the center of the platform. The dark clouds became a huge backdrop behind him, rushing above the wind, like gunsmoke...... The curly brim of his hat, which was habitually lowered, blocked the light, blackened his eyebrows, and in the distance, only half of his bronze face could be seen...

"Hu Yi, the leader of the ninth squad of the Independent Regiment, is this deserter. He is the one who smeared our whole regiment, the one who smeared the Eighth Route Army, and the coward who is not worthy of being a soldier. He himself has confessed to the escape, and it is now decided to take ...... against him martialed Execute the execution......" Instructor Yang's voice echoed in the playground under the dark clouds......

Suddenly, a certain part of the queue was a little chaotic, and a tall and burly figure rushed away from the team in front of him, arching towards the wooden platform, and shouting in a broken gong voice: "This can't be grandma, Boss Hu is not a deserter and his mother framed, Lao Tzu is not convinced...... It's unreasonable......"

In Luo Fugui's eyes, what the Eighth Route Army, what discipline consciousness, and what serves the people, is not as good as a plate of pickles. At this moment, he didn't know what to say, he panicked, and instinctively wanted to rush to the wooden platform to play the scoundrel.

Yang Dezhi on the stage looked at the bear who wanted to make trouble again, and secretly said that I haven't settled the account of the cooking class with you, pointing at Luo Fugui and shouting: "What are you still stunned about?

The soldiers of the 1st and 2nd companies all looked at their respective company commanders and did not move. More than a dozen people rushed out of the third company, and the black smoke miasma was chaotic, pulling his arms and hugging his thighs, and suppressing Luo Fugui.

Taking advantage of this chaotic gap, Ma Liang rushed to the wooden platform, grabbed the edge of the platform with both hands, and raised his head to the people in the middle of the stage and shouted with a crying voice: "Brother, why don't you speak?" Brother, you are not a deserter, you can speak quickly...... You explain......" Then he was pulled by several third-company soldiers from behind, Ren Ma Liang kept shouting, struggling, and dragging him and Luo Fugui to the firewood room closest to the playground.

And the soldier standing in the middle of the stage never moved, never even lowered his head, quietly, did not look at the stage at all, his gaze has been looking at the gray distance, looking at the direction of the dark clouds, the vastness and vastness......

Wu Shishi stood in the team in a daze, he just felt that his squad leader was standing very tall, so high that the whole group could see it, as if the wind was very strong, I don't know if the squad leader would be cold.

Liu Jianqiang stood quietly in the team, he couldn't figure it out, why was this the case, and the squad leader's body could still be tall and high-spirited? This felt very strange, Liu Jianqiang thought that he would feel ashamed because of this, but unexpectedly he didn't, there was no sense of shame, this was not a feeling of smearing.

Hao Ping, the commander of the third company, has a positive attitude towards this matter, in his eyes, the protagonist is Yang Dezhi, and it is the third company who is in the limelight, as for Hu Yi, he is just a dispensable backward element.

Wu Yan, the commander of the first company, looked coldly from beginning to end, did not speak or react, this is a matter of discipline, at least he does not object.

Gao Yidao, the commander of the second company, had no opinion on this matter, and was only a spectator, because he didn't bother to listen to what the little white face with glasses called, and his attention was all on Hu Yi. There seems to be some kind of ...... scattered on Hu Zasha's body This feeling has also been felt before, before the counter-charge, before the breakthrough, before the position is about to be lost, this feeling is...... The heart of death

I really don't understand what this nonsense thinks, isn't he sick in the brain? Gao Yidao looked at Yang Dezhi who was triumphant in the stands, and then tilted his head to look at Hao Ping, who was shouting at the audience to maintain order, and said in his heart that if Hu Zasha really wanted to be a deserter, would you be able to catch it? Look at the two of you who are so sassy, with the virtue that Hu Zasha is doing now, if he is not tied, if he is willing, he can alone break your paper-paste red third company.

The gap between the planks is small and narrow, and you can see the gray sky, the black clouds, and the playground, where the wind sweeps the sand and sweeps the wood

The distance is a bit far, and the wooden platform looks small, but the figure ...... It was the voice of the fox Yang Dezhi who was accompanied by the sound of the wind, faintly floating into the confinement room

A pair of big eyes behind the gap first glowed with joy, then full of incomprehension, then surprised, and finally angry.

Bang bang bang bang ...... The small fist slammed the door of the house. "Hurry up and open the door, I'm going to see the fox" Xiao Hongying's voice shouted crisp and bright behind the door, but the soldiers of the three companies outside ignored it.

"Open it for me, are you a dead man?" believe it or not, I want you to look good?"

......"Bastard, aunt and grandmother are going to be powerful"

The gatekeeper is a model soldier specially selected by Yang Dezhi from the Third Company. Ren Xiaohongying smashed more and more hard in the door, scolded more and more, and got no feedback, standing on a good post

A pair of small fists were already swollen, and a pair of pigtails finally reluctantly changed direction, and she climbed onto the windowsill, trying to ravage the planks nailed to the windows. Regardless of the pain in his hands, he smashed hard, and despite falling to the ground again and again, he climbed up again and kicked hard.

The skin was scratched, the knee was broken, and she ignored it, repeating it over and over again. Until I faintly heard a voice again: "...... Martial Advocate Lawyers...... Execution ......"

Those big beautiful eyes finally froze, and they instantly overflowed with crystal. The petite body, already dirty and broken, staggered to its feet and slammed towards the door again.

Boom - the door of the confinement chamber was swayed by the immature little shoulder, and the dust on the door frame fell on it. A mournful cry came from the door: "Woo...... Please...... Open the door ......"

Boom - the door slammed again, and the dust was lighter than the previous one. "Woo...... Is it good to only open this time...... I won't dare to ...... Woo...... Is it good ......?"

Boom - no dust had fallen on the door frame this time, but the cry was even more poignant than before. "Woo...... I have a lot of bullets...... Whining...... I'll give you all ......."

The wind was whistling, and the door of the confinement chamber was banged again and again, and the sound became smaller and smaller, and the cry became smaller and smaller, gradually submerged in the wind, but still repeated endlessly. Outside the door, a soldier of the Eighth Route Army held his chest unmoved, looking vigilantly in all directions......

A beautiful figure stood in the corner on the side of the wooden platform, neck length and was constantly stirred up by the cold wind, and fell on the white face. She didn't want to look at the tall and desolate soldier's posture on the wooden platform, and she couldn't help but look at it.

When I first saw him, he was in the door frame, and he looked like a picture; He is indifferent, gloomy with a touch of evil, he is like an unruly wind, savagely blowing, leaving only a faint manly atmosphere, carving the photo into a scar, forever in the heart of a woman. At night in the village under the tree, he is also in the doorframe, he is like a painting; He is indifferent, calm and cold, he is like a towering mountain, calmly ignoring a qiē, leaving only a satisfied smile, solidifying the picture into ink, forever painted in the heart of a woman.

This time, there was no more doorframe, and his background was a vast dark cloud, a desolation and infinity, no longer restrained, and he ran wildly unscrupulously, as if mocking countless looking eyes. He, like the dark cloud, was dark and decadent, yet proud and arrogant. It was as if he would turn into a dark cloud at any moment and be carried away by the dark clouds, or, he was waiting, carried away by the dark clouds, and then turned into a dark cloud.

Su Qing's heart gradually began to feel pain, she couldn't continue to watch this scene anymore, she began to hurt inexplicably, this pain was not hatred, not pity, not sympathy, just heartache, but I don't know why it hurts.

Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to me? Why are you doing this, it's not what I want, it's certainly not what I want. You coward, why are you always tormenting me devils, deserters, scum, since you are so willing to die, then go and die...... The aching woman's heart was crying out hysterically.

The woman tried to look away from the deserter, deliberately looking at the vastness in the distance, but there was sand in her eyes, and the cold Danfeng eyes were moist, and the figure of the deserter was still in the range of the afterglow, which she deliberately left, and she didn't do it...... The white and slender fingers were clenched tightly, the knuckles became pale, and the clear blue ink stains between the fingers were stained, one by one, like blue flowers......

The wind and sand are sweeping, the clouds are dim, and the dense audience stands silently and solemnly, this environment, this atmosphere, this feeling, makes Yang Dezhi excited, makes him surging and intoxicated, feels like a bright lamp, feels like a god of all beings.

So he continued to be generous, waving his not strong arms, trying to show his righteous indignation, desperately trying to turn himself into a fire on the wooden platform, and acting like his mouth was dry and sweating on the top of his head. Little did he know that the people standing in the wind and sand were not looking up to him, but the deserters around him and the dark clouds above him.

This miscellaneous person was originally a person who didn't want to die, but I didn't expect to be a deserter so desperately, what did this deserter make you escape? The soldiers of the second company thought so.

This evil star is a natural creature who loves to drill into confinement, and you said that you ran away and came back again, what is it that is too arrogant to do so, right?" thought the soldier of the first company.

There is an instructor on the stage, and a company commander on the stage, and the soldiers of the third company have nothing to think about

The recruits just looked stupidly, and for the first time they knew: it turned out that deserters can also be proud and sacrificed......

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