The bumpy mountain, which had been noisy for a long time, fell silent after nightfall, and a few stars were faintly dancing in the sky. The newly built supplementary battalion entered a rich dream realm under heavy alert. A mournful sound of the erhu piano flowed from the crack in the door of a hut in the courtyard of the camp headquarters, like an intermittent hairspring, dripping into the continuous ravines of the bumpy mountain, drowning in the song of frogs and cicadas.

Chen Mohan kneaded the strings on the wall, as if entering a no-man's land. The piece is the classical orchestral masterpiece "Ambush on All Sides", but it is not confined to the original, there are many improvisational elements, sometimes shallow and low, such as pouring out; Sometimes the bow is urgent, such as suspicious questions; Sometimes it is ups and downs, like the water of a river pouring for thousands of miles.

was so forgetful that he suddenly heard a knock on the door, the sound was extremely slight, as if he was hesitant, but Chen Mohan still heard it very clearly.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Chen Mohan retracted his bow and stroked the rod, and quickly got out of the melody. With a gun in his hand, when he opened the door, Chen Mohan was stunned. What appeared in his field of vision was a white shadow, and as soon as the shadow saw him, it squirmed at him without saying a word, as if it was weak, but it was determined to rub its head against his leg - oh my God, it was snow without a trace.

In the battle of 812 Highlands, the corpses piled up into mountains and rivers of blood, and not even a living tree could be seen on the highlands. A few days later, after cleaning up the battlefield, Moganshan specially assigned several soldiers to find Xue Wuxian's body and bury it with Shi Yunbiao, but they couldn't find it. Unexpectedly, on this moonlit night, it appeared quietly. Is it the thunderous song of "the big knife slashing off the heads of the devils" that woke it up? Is it the sound of "Ambush on All Sides" that brings it back to this life-and-death battlefield?

Oh, this creature of great wisdom and courage who has endured many vicissitudes, this patriot who has survived great disasters in the midst of war and chaos, this loyal and unyielding beast who values profit and righteousness, this outstanding soldier who has never been timid and has repeatedly performed meritorious deeds, this closest friend and most tacit assistant of the 79th Regiment, where are you these days? After tasting a thousand hardships and suffering thousands of sins, you are still alive, still holding a noble head, still flashing with a sharp gaze that can penetrate all kinds of conspiracies, and still following the songs of your comrades. You are an unsinkable battleship, how do you know that I, Chen Mohan, am someone you can trust and rely on? There are still more than 300 people left in the 79th Regiment, and you didn't even look for Moganshan, but why did you come straight to me without hesitation?

Oh, Snow Without a Trace, Snow Without a Trace, you will be a banner and the only soulmate of my soul.

Chen Mohan threw away the erhu and hugged Xue Wuxian with tears in his eyes. Looking closely under the light, Xue Wuxian was obviously seriously injured, with scars on his left shoulder and right back buttocks, and two holes in his right ear, which were naturally hit by bullets.

Incredibly, all the wounds on Xue Wuji's body had healed, and there were still traces of purple potion on his right hind buttocks - this showed that Xue Wuxian had been treated. Who the healer is is a mystery.

The arrival of Snow Without a Trace brought great comfort to Chen Mohan. It was as if he had received an oracle in the dark: no matter what, he had to go forward, and there was no way out. By natural selection, he must hold high a banner and lead a tribulation out of the swamp.