The deep night was filled with cold, and heavy dew condensed on the tips of the trees' leaves.

Ye Wen, who teleported from Chiba City to the realm of living beings and was incorporated as a junior soldier of the Third Army, leaned on a stone next to a bonfire, nibbling on barbecue, looking at the moon and feeling the silver light spilling on his skin.

In the endless jungle, the branches and leaves of tall trees cut through the moonlight, and even the most eyesighted monk could hardly see the entire night sky at a glance.

After nibbling on the barbecue, Ye Wen threw the burn-resistant thin wooden strips in his hand and threw them into the bonfire, the sound of sizzling was endless, and his slightly greasy hand wiped on the rock behind him, but suddenly stopped again.

He wanted to stop and control his appetite, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help but reach out again and feel towards the fire rack on the campfire, where there were skewers of roast meat spilling with fat.

"Little brother, you have a good appetite. ”

A veteran soldier by the bonfire glanced at the greedy Ye Wen, and also casually threw the branch used to pierce the barbecue, and crossed a graceful arc in the air, which was engulfed by the blazing bonfire.

Noticing the attention of the veterans around him, Ye Wen turned his head and sent a shy smile to the other party: "Brother, your skills are really good, could it be that you used to be a famous chef in the city? This taste is much better than the barbecue you have tasted before, the army is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." ”

"It's just a little trick, it's not easy to survive in this kind of ghost place, if you still want to abuse your appetite, it's tantamount to life is better than death, even if you are about to die, you need to die with a full stomach. This is the motto of the old brother. ”

Pulling out a string of fragrant barbecued meat, the veteran also returned with a friendly and gentle smile, but unfortunately half of his face was full of scars, and some of them were even deeper, and his face was distorted, but it looked quite hideous and fierce.

"Isn't it too bad luck to say such things on the battlefield?"

The veteran said it lightly, but Ye Wen subconsciously touched the bridge of his nose, he still remembered that not long ago, he had just integrated into the 11th detachment of the Third Army, and was glared at by other soldiers because of an unlucky joke, which made the atmosphere quite embarrassing at the moment, if it weren't for his special status as a talisman practitioner, he was afraid that he would be beaten.

"Cut! Those soft eggs don't have to take their words seriously, the so-called life and death are not up to people, the damned will always die, and the undeserving ones, even if they die ten thousand times, will crawl out of hell again. ”

Untied a skin bag full of wine from his waist, and as soon as the indifferent veteran pulled out the stopper, he raised his head and poured the wine inside into his mouth, and then burped fiercely before he said to Ye Wen disapprovingly.

Ye Wen glanced at the veteran, and then looked at the soldiers around the campfire, lowered his head and slowly chewed the hot meat in his mouth, but did not continue to answer, even if it was a small detachment, he was also quite particular about seniority, and a recruit like him who seemed to be assigned to the army, for some unpopular topics, the best attitude was to remain silent.

This unit is a reconnaissance unit, which is considered one of the most dangerous and safest queues on the front line, and the reason for the polarization is only due to the special nature of the reconnaissance unit, which of course requires the risk of checking the enemy's tracks, but at the same time absolves the duty of storming, and at some times, the number of casualties is minimal.

However, if you encounter an ambush and sneak attack by a strong enemy, you are the first to die, and the number of heroic sacrifices is innumerable.

In this case, the soldiers of the reconnaissance unit are almost dancing with death, so their spirits are quite tense, but they are quite dislike some unlucky jokes, and regard them as a vicious curse, as if they were the dragon's scales, which cannot be touched or touched.

This veteran, who has successfully survived many battles and has crossed many battlefields, is able to say such unsociable words because of his unmatched qualifications, after all, the army is a place that pays attention to seniority and experience.

The longer you live, the more respected you become.

Slight footsteps sounded behind him, almost at the level of stepping on snow without a trace, as if he had already integrated into the surrounding environment, Ye Wen's pupils shrank slightly, if he was in a place surrounded by enemies, his first reaction was definitely to roll to the side.

But this is the temporary camp of the reconnaissance force, surrounded by the elite of the same unit, but there is no need to worry about being sneak attacked, and this shows a high level of footsteps, even though Ye Wen instinctively has this trace of vigilance, he also knows that the person who came is not an enemy, but Qin Mofei, the captain of the reconnaissance team.

"Yang Tuo, don't teach bad recruits, on the battlefield, if you want to live a long life, you must have a sense of awe for death, freaks like you who dare to dance with death are a minority of the few after all. ”

Captain Qin Mofei was dressed in steel armor, wearing a steel helmet, and also holding a skewer of barbecue meat in his hand, he walked to the other side of the bonfire and squatted, but it was the skewer of barbecue that was inserted on the fire rack, allowing the already cooked meat skewer to continue to roast.

"Captain Qin, this sentence was told to me back then, why did you completely forget it after a few years? If I am a freak, then you are an outlier among freaks, a monster who is more freakish than a freak. ”

Ignoring the majesty of the captain, Yang Tuo, a veteran who took another sip of wine, said with a lazy expression.

Captain Qin Mofei saw the lazy appearance of his old comrade-in-arms, and shook his head with a smile: "It's a shame that you still remember, it's not been a few years, but almost ten years, it seems that your memory has not been washed away by the spirits." ”

Taking off the wine bag from his waist, Ye Wen secretly observed Qin Mofei while also grunting and drinking the fine wine issued by the army, although it was inferior wine, it was also a great enjoyment in this kind of dangerous place.

Captain Qin and Brother Yang are said to have been comrades-in-arms who have advanced and retreated together in another battlefield, and their friendship is extraordinary, and now they are assigned to the same unit by chance, and they cooperate seamlessly.

Ye Wen also faintly envied in his heart, this kind of friendship cultivated through battlefield training, at a critical moment, is precious, enough to save people's lives, after all, on the dangerous frontline, there will always be unlucky times, if there is no such friendship, once unfortunately injured, it will be difficult to save yourself, I am afraid that I can only wait for death.

After all, soldiers on the front line are already extremely struggling just to take care of their own safety, and the luck and strength required are indispensable, even if there is a helping hand, it is impossible to casually sacrifice themselves to fulfill others.

Damn it, you'll die. This is the consensus of soldiers on the battlefield.

"You...... It's called Ye Wen, Brother Ye, the next supply of probes is all up to you, and I look forward to your excellent performance. ”

Captain Qin Mofei chatted with the veteran Yang Tuo for a few words, turned his head to look at Ye Wen, and spoke, his expression and tone were quite easy-going, and he didn't see the unique aristocrats at all.

The captain level in the army is usually held by the nobles of Chiba City, and Captain Qin Mofei is from a big family surnamed Qin, and this family is a member of the noble circle that is justifiable, and the family power is firmly rooted in Dongcheng District, compared to the Murong family, which only stepped into the aristocratic class in half a step and can only call the wind and rain in Xicheng District, it is even a few points stronger.

"I'll do my best. ”

Seeming to hesitate, Ye Wen was silent for a while, looked at the bright moon in the night sky, sighed lightly, nodded, and replied slowly.