This morning there were clouds, no wind, and the sun that had risen was sometimes shining brightly, and sometimes hiding in the clouds.

After breakfast, Hu Yi opened the door, pushed open the window, and stood at the window looking at the sky leisurely, the air outside was much better than in the ward.

In the courtyard came a tall Dr. Zhou, dressed in a military uniform without a white coat, carrying a rifle on his shoulder, and carrying a satchel in each hand. The back of the gun was not standardized, the muzzle of the gun kept hitting her legs, the satchel was not too light, it looked uncomfortable to carry in her hand, and it looked ridiculous to twist left and right.

"Don't you come out and pick it up when you see it?"

Hu Yi, who was lying at the window, smiled and didn't move: "Can I be discharged from the hospital?"

Zhou Wanping entered the house, threw the satchel and rifle on Hu Yi's bed, and there was a loud bang, and then sat on the edge of the bed and urged: "Clean up your rags, put them on, hurry up." ”

"In such a hurry to get me away?"

"Follow me in a moment. ”

"Coming with you?" Hu Yi thought he could be discharged from the hospital.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry. I'm going to go out, and you're going to be a guard. ”

"Eldest sister, I will still be injured if I am not discharged from the hospital, who can you find so many people in the security department, can you get my turn? This is too unkind, right?"

Seeing that Hu Yi was still lying at the window lazily unwilling to move, Zhou Wanping raised her face: "I don't know the height of the sky, I can let you live here for the rest of your life, believe it or not?"

Hu Yi finally left the window and came to the bedside, looked at the things sent by Zhou Wanping and asked, "Where is my backpack?"

"There was too much blood to wash it out, so I threw it in the storeroom, and stuffed everything into these two bags...... Don't hurry up yet!"

"Yes!"

Hu Yi sat down helplessly, re-tied his shoelaces, took out the leggings from his bag and began to play, quickly and carefully, as if he was weaving handicrafts.

Zhou Wanping, who was sitting next to him, watched the leggings in his hand flip back and forth, and the beautiful silhouette was rapidly prototyping, and couldn't help but look at his leggings: "Hey, your style of play is so weird, why do you want two pairs? ”

Hu Yi, who was busy with his head, didn't think much about it, and said casually: "You better don't learn this, this style of play seems to have strong and thick calves, which is not suitable for you as a woman, won't it ruin your beautiful long legs." ”

“......”

This sentence made Zhou Wanping's expression suddenly become a little strange.

After finishing the gaiters, he got up, took up the belt, put on the leather cartridge case, bayonet sheath, leather strap, tied up the waist jacket, tied it tightly, opened the cartridge box to check the bullets, picked up the snow bayonet and shook the blade at the light source, put it into the sheath, and neatly folded the coat.

There were two box guns, one with holsters and the other without, and all the bullets were unloaded on the spot, and then they were refilled again with a crisp click, and then the one with the holster was put on the back of the right waist, and the other was opened and stuffed into the satchel; the satchel with grenades and grenades was carried cross-body on the right side, and the satchel with the shell gun was carried cross-body on the left side, and then the water bottle was carried on the back.

Exhaled a breath, picked up the 38 big cover rifle, carefully checked it from beginning to end, and found new changes on the butt, and couldn't help but have a faint smile in his eyes. There was an extra thing on the side of the two puppies, as if a triangle had pierced two circles, and the little girl had drawn the bicycle again.

After pulling the strap and shaking his hand to carry the rifle on his shoulder, he finally picked up the military cap, which was clean and tidy, washed by Zhou Wanping, and exuded the fragrance of soap. Habitually squeezing the brim of the hat to make it the arc you like, pinching the brim with your right hand and closing the hat with your left hand, and putting it on the top of your head from front to back.

At this point, the tall soldier with a unique temperament appeared in Zhou Wanping's eyes again, just like him when he was gravel by the water, like a phoenix nirvana.

"What's wrong? I...... What's wrong?" asked Hu Yi as he looked into those eyes that were a little distracted.

"Uh...... Oh...... It's okay, I'm just weird...... Why do you like the crooked brim of your hat? Why do you wear it so low?"

"It makes me even more human. ”

This answer surprised Zhou Wanping, and she couldn't help laughing. This kid is joking?

......

Li Xiang sat quietly on the edge of the broken table, staring blankly at the vibrant honey locust tree in the yard outside the window, listening to the sound of training coming from the playground in the distance.

After leaving the division, it has been a few days, and I feel completely different from other places and other units. I didn't expect that Class 9 was directly under the regiment, I didn't expect Class 9 to be a self-funded and independent residence; I didn't expect that the youngest soldier in Class 9 was only 13 years old and still a little girl; I didn't expect Class 9 to be so lazy and unrestrained, and it was more like a hospital than living in a hospital.

At dawn, the fool named Wu Shishi got up, filled the water tank, then boiled water, swept the floor, cleaned up the yard, carried all the lunch boxes of the ninth class to the cooking class to fetch breakfast and put it on the table, and finally went to the well in the courtyard to sit, while basking in the sun, he smirked and looked at the well, and never moved again, they said that the well was made by himself a few days ago, and he almost drowned in it.

The second one to get up was Liu Jianqiang, I don't understand why they all call him 'runny nose', it seems that he is unsmiling, stubborn and tenacious, and he is a good soldier, this nickname is completely opposite to him, so that Li Xiang can't figure it out. Liu Jianqiang is also an injured person, saying that his leg was pierced by the devil at the beginning, and now he is basically healed, but he is still a little lame when he walks. After he got up, he went to the yard to do exercises, run, and after breakfast, he went out to practice aiming maneuvers, practice assassination, and still practice silently by himself.

After Wu Shi, Liu Jianqiang and Li Xiang had breakfast, Ma Liang crawled out of the bed, sat on the edge of the bed sleepily and began to beat leggings, which lasted for a long time. However, his leggings are very chic, complicated, and different from everyone, Li Xiang has never seen such leggings. Ma Liang proudly said that there were only two people in the whole group who could fight like this, and he was the only one who learned to beat leggings like this with the squad leader.

After taking 800 years to make the leggings, Ma Liang was not in a hurry to eat his already cold breakfast, but went to rinse his mouth and wash his face first. Although he didn't wake up early, he was the only one who washed his face so far.

At this moment, Ma Liang was standing in the room, constantly fiddling with the hat on his head, deliberately squeezing the brim of the hat to curl it, and then called Li Xiang: "Hey, bald, bald." ”

Li Xiang really didn't like the nickname that the girl gave him, and he didn't dare to deny it, so he reluctantly turned his head to look at Ma Liang: "What's the matter?"

"Show me if this hat is right?" and then Ma Liang turned around again: "There are no folds on the back of the clothes, right?"

"......" has not finished his outfit until now, Li Xiang is speechless.

"How?"

"Hmm...... Very good...... Very good...... That one...... Why do you like to bend the brim of your hat and ...... Wear that low?"

"That's what makes me look like a class leader. ”

Li Xiang nodded with black lines on his head, it turned out that he was a complete cult of personality.

There was a squeak on the bed, Li Xiang turned his head, and a burly body sat up from the bed in a daze, Luo Fugui, the bear-like deputy of the ninth class, saw Li Xiang tremble in his heart when he saw his body for the first time, this guy is too big.

"You two lack morality, and you babble early in the morning and don't let people sleep?"

Li Xiang is a newcomer, and the other party is the deputy of the class, so how dare he talk more, but he didn't make a sound.

Ma Liang patted the folds on his clothes and replied, "Can you have some face? Is this morning? Open your bear eyes and see clearly, look at what time it is, let Secretary Su block the quilt twice, you don't have a long memory! Hurry up." ”

"Grandma's, block it, block it, don't weigh on the debt! Anyway, the words I copied in the first two punishments haven't been copied yet, and it doesn't matter how much you add!"

After the words were spoken, there was a pop, and the dazed bear lay down again.

The inner room behind the curtain suddenly came from the voice of Xiao Hongying: "Well said! Let's sleep until lunch, and then we'll be angry with her!"

Li Xiang was completely speechless, and he actually shouted Okay? It seems that the most powerful thing is this little girl, not only in this ninth class, but also in the whole regiment. It seems that she has a grudge against Secretary Su, and she wrung everything to dry, and when she saw it, she raised her nose and raised her eyes.

In addition, there is another thing that Li Xiang can't understand, he was strictly educated on the first day of the ninth class, he was not allowed to greet the Erlian people, he was not allowed to give the Erlian people a good face, and once he was found to have violated this rule, he would 'fight immediately'.

The sunlight outside the window gradually penetrated into the clouds, and the runny nose finally sat under the honey locust tree to rest and wipe his sweat, Li Xiang looked at this qiē, and was even more stunned.

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Towering mountains, cliffs, secluded valleys, and sometimes lush greenery.

In the mountain stream, a team marched slowly, three or five in front, and thirty or so people followed after a distance.

The group of gray hats and gray military uniforms, some with broken holes and some patches, gray leggings and rags and shoes covered with mud; among them, one carried a Czech light machine gun, and the rest were made in Hanyang, all with tired and sleepy faces, and they had obviously traveled for a long time.

The person who walked in the front was dressed as a mountain villager, holding a thick branch in one hand and wiping the sweat on his forehead with the other hand, stopped and looked around, and said reflexively: "Platoon Leader Ye, how about we take a break?" Hey, my legs are really boring." ”

The man behind him in a dirty and tattered Eighth Route military uniform also stopped, first looked around, then looked up at the sky and said, "It's cloudy, there may be rain, let's find a suitable place to spend the night and rest." ”

When the fellow heard this, he also looked up at the sky, it was still sunny in the morning, but now it was cloudy, and he thought about it and said: "If you keep going forward, it is a sleepy horse mountain, a little farther away." If you go south from here, there is a small Li village, not far away. ”

Platoon Commander Ye looked back at the team, thought about it seriously and said to the fellow countryman: "Then let's go to Xiaoli Village first, and then make plans there, I hope this rain will not come too early." ”

"Gotcha. The fellow reopened the road and took the sleepy team south.

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