"No bad, I'm a soldier!" Yang Yucheng patted Yue Kunlun's arm and put his military cap on Yue Kunlun's head.
"Brothers are having dinner!" Yang Yucheng waved his hand and everyone went to the big bucket to pick up the meal one by one.
The rice is white rice, and the vegetables are stewed with pork and cabbage. Yue Kunlun brought sea bowl and squatted down at the corner of the yard. He slapped it, wiped his mouth after eating, and went to the wooden barrel to add it. Drinking porridge all the way, Yue Kunlun's belly was close to his spine.
"Damn it, it turns out he is a foodie!" Tian Yonggui spat at Yue Kunlun's feet with a mouthful of food.
"Who are you scolding?" Yue Kunlun glared at Tian Yonggui and asked.
"Who can eat me, I will scold you!"
Yue Kunlun's neck was about to break out, and Yang Yucheng suddenly put the chopsticks on the bowl, "Close your bird's beak!" Tian Yonggui turned his head and said nothing.
"Carry a gun and eat food, carry a gun and eat food, but you don't let the food eat, so what kind of gun is there to carry!" Yang Yucheng walked up to take Yue Kunlun's bowl, dig it hard into the wooden barrel, covered it with a large spoonful of pork and cabbage, and piled it up.
"Brother, eat as much as you want, and you will be energetic when you are full. We are carrying guns and fighting, and I don't know when we will put this body down one day." Yang Yucheng handed the bowl to Yue Kunlun, and his eyes were dark for a moment.
After dinner, a group of people returned to the sleeping place. Yang Yucheng pointed a seat on the bunk bed and let Yue Kunlun sleep there.
Yue Kunlun leaned halfway on the Jun quilt and stared blankly. After a while, the communication soldier came in and said that the company commander asked the brothers to go to bed early and prepare to go out for fun tomorrow morning.
"Just just stopped and I need to train..." A group of people muttered and complained a few times and went to the shop.
The person who was half lying on Yue Kunlun's left shop had a white face and a beautiful and elegant temperament. He was not like a farmer. He kept reading this book with the words "Infantry Classic" written on the cover page.
The person on the right side of the bed looked like an iron, and Yue Kunlun felt like an iron, hard and cold, and he could hit you at any time. This man doesn't speak or laugh, and always stays alone with a cold face.
At this time, the man turned over and caused the sound of iron tools rubbing. Yue Kunlun looked over according to the sound, and a wide blade tip was exposed under the pillow. It is a big knife with a thick knife with a circle of iron rings strung on the back of a thick knife. Yue Kunlun was a little strange. This knife was not as bright white as other swords, but was exposed to a black cold light, with a heavy sharp edge.
Yue Kunlun lay on the bed and thought about it for a while, and his eyelids began to become heavy. The person on the left shop seemed to be writing, and the pen tip was rustling.
Zhou Jian had a hard-skinned book spread on his knees, and the tired snoring of his brothers sounded around him. The command to change the sentry came from afar.
Xinhan:
Seeing faith and peace.
The troops mobilized to Myanmar on December 16th. On the 17th, they took the emptied car from the Southwest Transportation Office to Myanmar to transport supplies to Baoshan , and were ordered to stop advancing westward and marched on the road for nine days.
Since the Yunnan-Vietnam-Vietnam-Vietnam-Vietnam-Myanmar Highway has become the only channel for the United States to transport materials to China, and it is actually the blood transfusion of China's war of resistance. Today, the invaders have begun to attack Myanmar, trying to cut off this only international transportation channel connected to the outside world. Once they succeed, China will be in danger!
……Since , the Whampoa Military Academy, the experience and experience are very different from the past experience. Most of the soldiers in the army are poor people, and China is not all their China, but there have been no so-called "gentlemen" or "decent people" here. Those so-called "masters" of China are still singing and singing in the back, while these "siders" from peasants are fighting bloody to avoid being slaves to the country...
Please present my father on behalf of me - under the collapse of the nest, how can there be a complete egg? If the country is not a country, how can it be a family? His son, a seven-foot man, should serve the country during this national crisis, fight bloody battles on the battlefield, and expel Japanese pirates, so that he can be worthy of being the descendants of Yan and Huang. Please forgive my son for running away and joining the army...
"All get up, fuck!" The whistle sounded sharply, and Yang Yucheng shouted, disturbing the morning dreams of the brothers.
Yue Kunlun was wrapped in a group of people and ran all the way to the village threshing farm.
After the assembly, it was still bright.The company lined up in a square formation, and Company Commander Duan stood like a mountain with a horse whip facing everyone, with a cold expression on his face.
Later, when Yue Kunlun heard Zhou Jian talk, he realized that Company Commander Duan was Duan Jianfeng, a northerner, graduated from Baoding Army School, participated in the Taierzhuang Battle, Wuhan Battle , Guinan Battle , Kunlun Pass Battle , and Kunlun Pass Battle . He fought fiercely and tenaciously with the Japanese invaders. He was an iron-blooded soldier baptized by the anti-Japanese war. Because of his outstanding military achievements, he was promoted from the second lieutenant platoon leader to the lieutenant colonel leader. In the battle of Kunlun Pass, Duan Jianfeng's regiment took on a frontal assault. Because he refused to execute the retreat order, the entire regiment broke forward and was besieged by the 12th Japanese Brigade. Although he led his troops to fight bravely to kill the enemy and killed the brigade commander Nakamura Masao , when the brothers attacked from both wings, Duan Jianfeng's regiment had lost three-quarters of his troops. Duan Jianfeng was about to be shot after the Kunlun Pass Battle, but was demoted to lieutenant company commander because Dai Anlan, the commander of the 200th Division, was strongly protected.
Yue Kunlun looked at the people around him, and they all stood like a javelin, and didn't know how he should stand to be like others.
"Closing the abdominal muscles, tightening the hips and straightening the arms, and not squinting the eyes." Zhou Jian reminded quietly on the side.
"Soldier Zhou Jian!" Duan Jianfeng burst out loud.
"Yes——!" Zhou Jian shuddered all over and his muscles tensed suddenly.
"What is an infantryman!?" Duan Jianfeng's eyes were like torches, and a mountain pattern on his forehead was like an axe.
"Report to the Chief! Article 8 of the General Outline of "Infantry Practice": Infantry is the main force of the entire army and often bears main tasks on the battlefield. No matter how terrain and time are, only infantry can carry out combat to determine the final victory! And in close combat and night combat, its characteristics are particularly prominent. Therefore, it must be firm and calm, engaged in shooting, charging, and destroying powerful enemies to play its inherent characteristics. Even if the coordination of other troops is lacking, it must do its best to fight alone to achieve the ultimate goal!"
Zhou Jian recited firmly, his white face turned bloody, and the bookish aura was covered by a British spirit.
"Soldier Zhou Jian!" Duan Jianfeng shouted again.
"Yes——!" Zhou Jian burst out with a breath from the Dantian.
"Why did you abandon the Zhongming Ding Food in your home?! Why don't you want the bright future of Huangpu ?!"
"Because of hatred!"
"Who is hatred?!"
"Hate towards the Japanese invaders!" With the screams, a powerful aura stirred up between Zhou Jian's chest.
"Why hate?!"
"The Japanese invaders offend my country! Kill my brother! Incest my sister!" It was already dawn, and the thin sunlight shone slanted from the east, and tears flashed in Zhou Jian's eyes.
"Soldier Zhou Jian!" Duan Jianfeng's tough voice hit Zhou Jian's nerves like a hammer.
"Yes--!"
"How can this hatred be eliminated?!"
"Kill!" Zhou Jian's face turned red, blue veins bloomed on his neck, and his eyes seemed to be about to spew out flames.
"How can this hatred be eliminated?!" Duan Jianfeng looked at the soldiers of the company with his eyes.
"Kill——" One hundred and fifty-eight people in the entire company roared in unison, a sound of the chamber that came out from the depths of the lungs, and a sparrow suddenly became alarmed.
"How can this hatred be eliminated?!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill—" All roared three times, the sound echoed among the mountains, and a surging murderous aura filled the world, and every soldier tensed his dark face. Hatred makes them forget themselves, hatred makes them full of courage, hatred makes them desire to kill the enemy. They come from all over the world, but they have the same motherland; they may have been forced to enlist in the army, but at this moment they are willing to sacrifice their lives for the country.
"Those who offend my great man will be punished even if they are far away!" Zhou Jian was already in tears. He resolutely ran away from the family of a wealthy and tycoon. He could not wait for the graduation ceremony of the Whampoa Military Academy a year later. He couldn't wait to hold the rifle to fulfill his responsibilities as a Chinese man.
"Those who offend my great man will be punished even if they are far away-!" The whole company roared in unison. The mountains and rivers are silent, and the sunlight is covered with gold on the fearless faces.
Yue Kunlun felt something strange rushing in his blood vessels. These things stroked the bones, flowed through his muscles, and rushed in his body to find an exit. He heard Wang Xiaozi, a fortune teller in Panshi Town, say: "If you have a small injustice, you can eliminate the glass of wine; if you have a big injustice in the world, you can eliminate the sword." The sword was right at his hand, but he was hesitant, and his determination to escape was far less strong than before.
—To be continued—
