In the rain, a pair of bare straw sandals, walking on the muddy path, the tattered pants are so dirty and wet that they can't see the color, the shirt is the same, the buttons are not complete, a hemp rope is tied tightly around the waist, a broken felt hat is buckled on the top of the head, and the twenty-year-old is red-faced.

The most striking thing is that there is a large knife tied to the back, about one meter long, the blade is wrapped in rags, the handle of the knife is slanted out of the shoulder, and the copper-yellow knife ring sways coldly in the rain curtain with the walking movements of pedestrians.

I climbed a ridge, wiped the rain from my face, and then raised my eyes, and in front of the mist, two mountains were faintly revealed, and the path under my feet stretched to the valley between the two mountains. It seems to be a village.

When the man with the knife entered the village, he was disappointed, and the ruins were in ruins, which had once been a village and a battlefield.

At least stop and shelter from the rain, most of the roofs are burned out, and there are black ashes in all directions, which have been washed by the rain and stirred to the ground, turning into black water flowing in streams. Not far away, a house was half slanted and collapsed, but it still held on to half of the crumbling and broken roof, and the man with the knife in the rain walked there.

Although the corners were piled up when the broken bricks and broken wood collapsed, at least this small area was dry, so that the drenched man with the knife was in a good mood, bent down on the spot, pushed away the broken wall, lifted the broken pillar to make a small flat place for rest, and then pulled out all the wooden things that could be used to light the fire, cabinet fragments, window ridge fragments, etc., in this dry pile of rubble.

Wow -

A large piece of the remnant wall that had fallen to the ground suddenly cracked, and a cloud of dust kicked up.

The man with the knife wrinkled his nose and waved his hand in front of his face, and when the dust was scattered, he glanced into the broken crack and saw the corner of the wooden box.

After some time, smoke rose from under half of the roof and a fire was lit.

The man with the knife sat by the fire, with a long flat wooden box at his feet, stretched out his dirty hand and wiped it on the wooden box at will, revealing a few touches of army green under the dust, and at the same time revealing a few crooked knife carvings.

The person carrying the knife didn't know the words, didn't care about what was written, and opened the wooden box directly...... Sure enough, as expected, this box was loaded with guns.

Take out one, the old sleeve, has been broken not decently, it is estimated that the bolt of the gun can not be opened, fiddling twice and leaving aside; take out the second one, this is made in Hanyang, the condition is much stronger than the old sleeve before, but unfortunately there is no bolt, is this different from a stick? After doing it for a long time, this box was full of crippled goods, and he left Hanyang made it behind, and then looked down at the box, and was stunned.

The third rifle was taken out, with a dark metallic luster, the wooden body seemed to be black and dark, but it was red and bloody, the middle of the gun body had a beautiful smooth groove in the front hand support, which made people feel comfortable to grasp at a glance, the back of the gun was attached to the slightly raised wooden curve, and the gun body was hung with a strap, and a piece of the middle of the strap seemed to have been burned by fire and blackened.

The man with the knife on his back was a little distracted, this shot ...... It's so beautiful, this is definitely not made in Hanyang, and this is not the one used by the little devils, I've never seen it. There was a bang, the sound was crisp and clean, the bolt was slightly sluggish, almost new, except that the magazine was empty.

The rain rustled all around, the fire under half of the roof occasionally beeped and burned, and the man with the knife on his back was roasting the fire, and kept fiddling with the rifle, and found a row of inconspicuous numbers at the bottom of the butt, which seemed to be engraved later, but he still couldn't understand what it meant, so he simply stopped guessing, and picked up the gun and made random gestures to pass the time.

The box containing the guns was also added to the fire, and the flames were creeping up the crooked handwriting engraved on the boxes: Separate Regiment Supply Office.

Engraved under the butt reads: 107D-319-638

......

In the rain, Hu Yi gasped, put the shell gun into the holster behind his waist, knelt down, overturned the corpse in the muddy water, tore the collar of the corpse, and stretched out his muddy hand to touch it.

If it's not under the neck, then reach under the armpit to find it, many devils have this habit and will sew it there.

Grabbing it, pulling it violently, spreading out his palm, an oval-shaped bronze medal was in his hand, and the raindrops smashed on the surface of the bronze medal again and again, wetting the ugly numbers on it, and the dog's name, gradually wetting into a large piece.

I slipped it into the muddy water in my pocket, got up, looked at the rain in the woods for a while, and then turned around and ran towards the open mud.

......

In the rain, the tall mud shadow continued to wolf bèi.

When he fell, he gasped for breath for a while, and then crawled on his hands and feet for a while, and when he felt better, he staggered to his feet, staggered and ran for a while, and fell down again.

I don't know how far I've run, I don't know how long I've been, mud, water, green, rain, no matter how the scenery changes in front of me, there are only these four themes.

Struggled to hold up his weak arms in the muddy water, raised his head, the once gorgeous was covered by the mud, and his eyes were full of only white rain and endless mud, so he cried again.

"I really don't understand, how can you still have the strength to cry?"

This bland sentence, this low voice, made Zhou Wanping, who was lying in the mud, turn her head sharply, and saw the muddy man figure in the rain behind her, and suddenly cried louder, more hoarse, and even more shameless, she didn't care what age or status, she just wanted to cry desperately to show him, how to love.

“......”

Hu Yi is speechless, worthy of being a doctor of Zhou, he can always do what others cannot. Standing in the mud, drenched in the rain, I quietly watched her lie in the mud a few meters away crying, whether to help her or not, until her crying gradually subsided, and then said, "Wouldn't it be better to save this strength and use it to continue running?"

"I'm not running! I'm just going to stay here...... Don't worry about it......"

"Maybe there will be enemies chasing after you. ”

"I don't care. ”

"You're going to be raped and then killed. ”

"Then I don't care!"

“......”

Taking a deep breath, no longer expecting Zhou Wanping, who was exhausted and collapsed, to get up immediately, Hu Yi glanced around the rainy place, then took out the compass to open it, raised his head again to confirm the direction seriously, and put the compass back away.

Pulling up the muddy sleeves on his arms a little higher, tightening the rifle strap on his slanted back, he strode towards Zhou Wanping, who was lying in the mud, bent down, grabbed one of her arms with his left hand, and grabbed one of her thighs with his right hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Find a place to rape you first and then kill you!" After speaking, Hu Yi shouted, carried Zhou Wanping upside down on his right shoulder, and walked to the confirmed direction.

The figures carrying the woman gradually blurred into the rain, and the sound of their conversation gradually blurred into the rain.

"Where are you going?"

"You have to do your best to get to the division, it's a big trouble. ”

"It's also so uncomfortable...... Can you change it to carry me?"

"If you don't like it, you can go back to the mud and stay there!"

"Alright then......"

"Big sister, can you be honest?"

"You mud...... How can I catch it?"

“......”

......

In the rain, Section Chief Xu walked on the muddy path, his face was very bad, his brows were deeply wrinkled, his face was wet and sticky, I don't know if it was rain or sweat.

Platoon Leader Ye, who was walking in front, glanced back at him, stomped the mud on his feet, and continued walking reflexively, while asking, "What are you worried about?"

"Oh...... I...... It's nothing. Section Chief Xu came back to his senses and looked at the mud shaking under his feet again.

"It doesn't hurt to be honest. Platoon Leader Ye continued to walk, but Section Chief Xu behind him didn't speak, so he continued without looking back: "I promised you, I won't lie to you, provided that it ...... You should think the same way. ”

Section Chief Xu suddenly sighed deeply: "Don't worry, I didn't lie to you, but I ...... I think it's still hard for me to survive. ”

This sentence made Platoon Leader Ye stop, turned around, and looked at Section Chief Xu with a complicated expression without speaking.

Section Chief Xu in the back had no choice but to stop, and when he saw Platoon Leader Ye's face, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's not that I don't believe what you say, I don't believe you." "The last two words 'you' were deliberately emphasized by Section Chief Xu.

"What do you mean?"

Section Chief Xu looked back at the team behind him, then looked at the faint distance in the rain, hesitated for a moment and said, "For my own sake, I am willing to tell you something first." Although it is the headquarters of the division, but the garrison adds up to at least one battalion, even if I lead you there, and explain to you the defense situation in general, you will not succeed, you will not succeed, then how can I survive?"

Platoon Leader Ye understood his worries, and couldn't help but smile slightly: "I have to say, you are a very interesting person, you are very smart, and I like to work with smart people." He waved his hand to signal the team around him to continue walking, and then said: "Don't worry, I have self-knowledge, and I know how to do what I can, you just need to do what you have to do, and when the time comes, whether to fight or wait depends on the situation to decide." ”

After speaking, Platoon Leader Ye turned around and continued to move forward, walked a few steps and turned back again, adding: "In view of your honesty, I can also tell you something, my name is Kamikawa Chiba." ”

Looking at Platoon Leader Ye's back, Section Chief Xu's face did not change much, and he stood in the muddy place and was silent for a while before continuing to follow the team forward.

He said...... Whether to fight or wait depends on the situation, what are you waiting for? Reinforcements! The mountain is high and the road is far away, and when the time comes, we will send someone back to report it? Is it impossible? Not to mention that this is not outside the mountain, and the variables of doing so are too great and it is not safe at all.

Starting from the people at the front of the line, they looked back one by one, until they saw the last head, among which there were a few people carrying miscellaneous boxes of things, some of which were covered with tarpaulins to prevent rain, and the volume was not large, it was certain that these thirty devils did not have a radio, of course, if they were carrying a radio, they would be directly exposed once they were discovered.

Then how did they notify the reinforcements to come? Do they really have to rely on sending people to run errands? This question was entangled in Section Chief Xu's heart, and he couldn't figure it out.

Walking in the rain, I couldn't feel the coldness of the raindrops falling into my neck, looking at the road under my feet, but I couldn't pay attention to the pit at my feet......