Ye Lan

We carried the corpse of a certain Zhang onto the stretcher, and with some effort, collected the remains of Feng Huhu and his subordinates.The child soldier at the observation post was called to help, but when he saw Feng Huo's miserable condition, he ran aside and vomited.I just waved the shovel in a fit of anger, and collected the soil that had infiltrated Feng Huo's body into the iron box.

However, perhaps on that afternoon when the monotonous military songs were played, Feng Huo had already made up his mind about the arrival of this moment.I can only deceive myself like this now.

A mechanized infantry battalion is already preparing to set up camp here in order to thwart the enemy's attempt to recapture the air defense position.The heavy cavalry drove the mechas to chase the missile launcher that ran to nowhere.Assistant Professor Li and I sat side by side on the rock pile, looking down at the beating bonfire below.

"Aren't you curious why he called me 'Ye Lan'?"

"why."

"In the past, the class I was in, which was the 'Class A Class Zero', was actually preparing to train agents for infiltration, sabotage and assassination missions. We didn't know each other's names, only that we were comrades-in-arms."

"Ah."

"My code name in the telegram is 'Ye Lan', and his code name is 'Zhao Wu', that is to say, the original arrangement was a partner operation." Assistant Professor Li suddenly smiled wryly.

"Of course we don't like each other very much. We respond to each other no matter how we see it."

"Ah."

"Perhaps it's the same as the code name. We are both pros and cons, and we shouldn't have met together in the first place."

"Ah."

"The darkness is deep and breathing, and the light is approaching but dim and unknowable...but—"

I wanted to go on, but I kept my mouth shut.At this moment, no matter what you say, it is superfluous, just like the noisy chirping of summer insects, it is not enough to describe the cold night wind in November.I leaned against him, and in my right ear I heard the beating of life beneath his chest.We hugged each other like this until the bright red halo spread above the horizon again.

The author has something to say:

So this is the end of this small novella.I showed the original manuscript to a few friends, and they were reasonably satisfied.

What I wanted to show at the beginning was actually the embarrassment, embarrassment and vulnerability of the so-called "middle class" in the contemporary era, nothing more.As for superpower fighting, or danmei, it's just a little bit of personal bad taste.If you can see a little bit of such a clue, I will be very lucky.

Next, I want to write a satirical or realism novel that is not so strong, but the world view is still the same.Let's just call it "Song of the Heavy Cavalry".