He was as ordinary as thousands of poor peasants, he had a small piece of land, just enough to support a wife and two children, and so on year after year, just living, as he did before the devil came, and so after the devil came. His eyes can see as far as his land is, and as long as the war is not born in his broken house, or in his small piece of land, then it has nothing to do with him. That piece of land is small, but it is the life of the whole family, and it is the whole meaning of his life, although it has not yet been sown, he will lie on the windowsill of his house, looking at the land from afar, looking at the hope of living.

Just before the sun set, a procession hurried past his field, dressed in military uniform and carrying guns, he didn't know who it was, but he guessed who it was. He looked at his two skinny children and the hard-working woman, and decided that he wanted to fulfill the responsibilities of a father and a husband, so he hurried out of the house.

"Mother, my father said that he would bring white noodles back for me to eat. ”

"Mother, is the white noodles delicious?"

"Wait until my mother makes you a white-flour bun, and you'll know. ”

......

He walked into the nearest devil's stronghold, and then the news followed the phone line into the county seat. Therefore, all the key passes were sentry posts, and immediately additional patrols were dispatched, and the patrol area was expanded, and plainclothes teams and detective teams were stationed in all villages and towns in the control area to keep under surveillance; at the same time, a small group of devils and dozens of puppet soldiers were dispatched to follow him to the location of the current Eighth Road.

The purpose of this gang of eight roads is unknown, their whereabouts are unknown, and it is difficult to take the initiative to find them, and the devil lieutenant who came to the scene couldn't think of any good way, so he reluctantly decided to wait for the rabbit, hoping that he would return the same way when he left.

It's almost dawn, and the devil and the puppet army have been squatting around here for a night, and of course, he is also there, because the authenticity of the clues must be confirmed before he can be rewarded.

A figure hurriedly ran from the darkness in front of him: "Taijun, here it is, there are really dozens of them, although they can't see clearly, they must be eight roads, and it is estimated that there are still two miles away." ”

Originally, the reward was a bag of white noodles, but this news made the devil lieutenant excited, so in the end, he was asked to carry two bags of white noodles home......

finally won an important outing task, but the other party did not arrive at the pick-up location on time and had to cancel, which made Director Yang not discouraged, and he held back his stomach full of nameless fire.

"Platoon Commander Liu, can you make your people faster? Do you know the importance of time? Don't you see that the sky is almost dawn?"

Platoon Commander Liu listened to this kind of complaint all the way, but he was a political work cadre, so he had to endure it again and again, and he also held back the fire in his belly, until he finally couldn't bear it anymore at this moment: "I also have long eyes, and anyone can see it when the sky is not bright." You urged on the way here, and you urged on the way back, what about you?"

Educated and able to write, highly conscious and good-looking, this Officer Yang is a fragrant and sweet in the division, a talent to be focused on cultivating, and a promising person, and now he is confronted by a coarse person who does not know a single big character, how can he be embarrassed? The handsome face behind the glasses instantly turned iron-blue: "What did you say? Do you say it again?" Do you know ......?"

With a crisp gunshot, a burst of gunfire erupted around the area, including the crispness of the 38 big covers, the muffled sound of the 79 rifles, and the roar of the crooked handles. Bullets whizzed across their heads and faces in the pre-dawn darkness. The devil and the puppet army who were waiting for the rabbit really waited for the rabbit, and the rabbit only cared about burying his head and hurriedly marching, so tired that he didn't have the heart to enjoy the surrounding scenery, so he lost his sense of crisis and crashed into the ambush circle solidly.

Officer Yang lay tightly on the ground, his head buzzing, there were flashes of fire from the muzzles of guns everywhere, there was a flying whistling everywhere, and from time to time stray bullets hit him, crackling in the dimness, mixed with muffled snorts and screams of pain nearby, bloodily proving to him the fact of the ambush. He was confused, not knowing what he was supposed to do, although he felt he should do something.

Platoon Commander Liu was shot, and a bullet pierced his leg, causing him to grit his teeth and prop up his head to observe. A machine gun is ringing on the front, a machine gun is sounding on the side, the light is not good, in order to avoid accidental injury, the enemy will definitely not place too many people in the shooting direction, the situation is not so bad that the dimness before dawn allows me to be ambushed, but it is also the hope of rushing out alive!

Platoon Commander Liu did not dare to hesitate any longer, and shouted in the noise of bullets: "All break through backwards!" Platoon Commander Liu knew that he couldn't run, maybe in the next second, or maybe in the next minute, so he tried to use a few grenades on his body to create some explosive smoke and fill the front, so that the enemy's vision would be darker, and strive for more opportunities for the living brothers.

The explosion of the grenade rang out, and one after another the smoke was raised, rising, fluttering, diffusing, and then swirling into a plain ink painting...... Wounded fighters, learning from the platoon commander, also threw grenades in front, or to the side, until they were gone, or shot, and then shot again, and finally turned into corpses, still being shot, again and again.

Behind the smoke of gunpowder, the living people were running desperately, rows of bullets piercing through the darkness, penetrating the curtain of gunsmoke, whistling in their ears in a disorderly manner, sweeping around without any scruples, hitting the running backs from time to time, announcing a bloody end to them......

Mr. Yang used to be a student, and he was awakened by the power of words. He was indignant when the country was broken, why were the people so insensitive, why were the soldiers so cowardly and reluctant when the war was unfavorable, he was excited. Therefore he hates, hates that everyone is drunk and I am sober, and because of this he is also proud, proud that he will be the mainstay, the backbone of the nation!

However, the smoke of gunpowder has no color and no emotion, and is only accompanied by blood. Everyone is equal before death, whether they are smart or ignorant, whether they are beautiful or ugly, whether they are drunk or awake, it makes no sense at all.

Officer Yang ran, running as hard as he could, and a figure in front of him was shot and fell, tripping Officer Yang heavily as he was running. At this moment, he forgot his former indignation, and also forgot his own passion, he could only hear the roar of death, he could only see the passing of life, he struggled to get up, staggered away, and didn't even dare to pick up the gun that had just fallen......

The smoke finally cleared, revealing the horizon, the distance, and the morning light......

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