Strange night

The military advisor tells the past as if he is in a wound that has not yet formed a scar, and he has sprinkled a handful of salt for others to see, and the past is vivid.

When I was fifteen years old, all of a sudden, the border troops began to recruit frequently, and my father wanted me to go to the Huangsha border. Where to make meritorious contributions, in the future, with military merits to inherit the merits of the ancestors.

My eldest brother and second brother had arrived at the Huangsha border five or six years before me.

Together with the recruits who enlisted in the army at the same time, I walked with the veterans through the small half of the Yiyun before we arrived at the northernmost golden desert of the Yiyun. It was the first time I had seen such a blue sky, the azure sky was not stained with a trace of clouds, and looking up at the sky was like the blue water of the Chahe Lake had moved to the sky.

Although it is the border of yellow sand, it is true that there is still green grass there, which can not be as deep as a horse's hoof. Further north is a long, wide and low slope, which is the highest place in the entire desert or grassland, the dividing line between Yiyun and Sand City, and the boundary between the grassland and this real desert.

Standing at the top of the hill and looking north, you can see the sea of sand composed of yellow, orange and orange sand, very vast as you can see the end, a gust of wind blows through the dust, people within three steps of the overwhelming sky can not see clearly, at that time my favorite stupid thing is to wait for the wind to come at the top of the uphill slope, grasp the blow on the soft grass, roll down the hillside.

No matter how much wind and sand blows from the north, it will disappear after passing the low dirt slope, as if not even a drop of sand can be brought. I heard that this soil slope was built by the first emperor of Yiyun at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, using 300,000 strong men from all over the country. Elsewhere, the national defense line was made of megalithic bricks and rebuilt into a long city wall, only this section was made of loess.

My father told me that this low slope used to be a thick and tamped earthen wall, and it took years of wind and rain to become what it is today.

We lived in tents all year round, with wooden structures covered with cowhide cloth on the outside, and the so-called beds were made on solid ground, with some earthen bricks raised and covered with thin brown and yellow planks on the adobe bricks. Twenty people live in a tent, and sleep in a bunk. There were more than 200 tents in total, divided into five rows from east to west along the contours of the dirt slope. At this time, I had not yet noticed anything, and it was not until finally that I realized the strangeness of this place—no matter how many recruits were sent here, these two hundred tents could always accommodate them one by one.

Although it is said that supplies will be sent from Qingcheng every month, but there are always a few days late for rain and snow, so my father also allowed soldiers to plant some vegetables and high grain on the grassland, and it is a pity that such a good grass does not raise some chickens and sheep.

There were still more than ten miles to go from the nearest pass, and my father was mainly responsible for all the seven passes in the north, and my father, as the marshal of the frontier, mainly inspected the passes, and he only made symbolic inspections each time, because no one would come here except for small bandits who flowed between the two countries. Day or night, there are always people who lead camels through the desert, and we don't see where they come out and where they enter, and as long as they don't pass through the low dirt slopes we guard, we count ourselves in our duty.

Sometimes, my father's patrols would allow me to follow him and I would meet my two older brothers, who were guarding different passes. But more often than not, I stayed in the barracks, and when the roosters crowed, we would come out to practice, and when the hour came, we would start to have breakfast. At that time, it was to repair the "city wall". It is said that although it is repaired completely, in case of a sneak attack on Sand City, we all know that it will not, as long as the promise of the Witch God Cult for two hundred years exists for one day, this kind of disobedience to the will of the Witch God will not happen. Besides, the city wall that was built with one-tenth of Yiyun's troops at the beginning was not something that we newcomers could fix all at once.

Our days are so boring, it has been seventy or eighty years since the six countries truce with each other, but we don't understand why King Yiyun still attaches so much importance to the border defense forces?

Except for one more drill at the time of Shen, the rest of the time is freely arranged, in addition to the professional patrol.

On an autumn night, the moon is sparse and the stars are sparse in the sky. The grass is exceptionally soft, and it can stick to the footsteps of the advance, and you can't make a sound when you step on it so hard. I have been in this barracks for three years, and with my father's blessing, I have become a commander. Although there was a strict curfew in the barracks - after midnight, no one was allowed to move outside except for the night soldiers.

But I'm ...... after all

The only things that didn't make a sound on such a quiet night were crickets and gnats hiding in the grass. And also......

Suddenly, in the cold sky, there was a fluttering ridge~~fluttering ridge~~ This was obviously the sound of birds vibrating their wings, which had to arouse my suspicion and attention - on the border of Shuobei, only geese and desert eagles rarely saw other birds, and even the tenacious and common sparrows were nowhere to be seen.

The sound stopped, and landed on the top of a military tent in the last row of the westernmost side, coo~~coo~~ and whispered, and as soon as I heard it, I knew that it was the cry of a thousand-mile flying pigeon - a kind of excellent quality communication pigeon, which can travel thousands of miles a day without stopping, and is more than a thousand miles away. In particular, its cry is like that of a dove and a swallow.

I was astonished, and thought to myself that there must be a spy in the barracks, and that it was time to hurry up and grab the pigeon to see what secret letter there was. Suddenly came the curtain of the tent at the pigeon's feet, and there was a light through the dim yellow. I probably don't know who it is, but the person who looked at the projection perception on the ground was unusually tall, and I still thought he was a little familiar. It's past midnight, and the barracks are still lit with lights, which is very unusual.

The carrier pigeon flew into the military tent very consciously and familiarly. I also sneaked into the vicinity of the tent to eavesdrop, but I didn't realize that when I squatted next to me for half an hour, I didn't hear a sound at all, and the walls made of cowhide cloth and thatch did not have such a good soundproofing effect, and I had to keep moving to avoid the soldiers who walked back and forth at night.

I was nervous and excited, because this tent was neither a tent for my father's temporary lodging, nor a tent for the prison guards. It is impossible for an ordinary soldier to be able to raise such a carrier pigeon worth the same amount of silver, and there is only one possibility, which is a spy.

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