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"Shen Ronghe!"

"To!"

Shen Ronghe rubbed his frozen hands. Heilongjiang was still very cold in February. He pulled down his camel hair hat, although it didn't help.

"From tomorrow, you will follow the scouting team."

The person who spoke was the platoon leader Zhang Lianfeng.Shen Ronghe nodded. He knew that the nearest border was not peaceful. He heard that a few days ago, Soviet armored vehicles ran over and killed six ordinary people for no reason.

Six living lives!When he heard the news, his heart skipped a beat, but in the past year since he was transferred to the Shenyang Military Region, he has seen many such things.

Big country chauvinism, relying on the strong to bully the weak, using the big to bully the small!On the way back to the barracks, Shen Ronghe was still thinking about this matter, a little resentful.

It was dark on the road.The moonlight shone faintly on this icy and snowy place, making it look extraordinarily lonely.He looked at the moon, as if the faces of his father, mother and younger sister Xiaodan appeared in front of him.It seemed as if they stood at the door of their house yesterday and waved goodbye to themselves in the army's Jiefang truck.

But the word "home" is an unthinkable dream for people like them.Not to mention that the relationship between China and the Soviet Union is so tense now, maybe today they go out to patrol as usual, and tomorrow they will go to the battlefield with guns.Once the fight starts, there is no certainty of life or death.Who can say clearly about war?

One class and one dormitory, the other 11 people in the room had a day of training just like him, and they were already sound asleep.

And Shen Ronghe skillfully took out a tattered notebook and a pen from his cloth bag, struck a match and lit a candle, and a small piece of dim light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

"Rong He, are you still asleep?" The person on the bed next to him turned over and smacked his lips dreamily. "For a while." Without raising his head, he was writing and drawing in his notebook.

1969. 2, 9

I was transferred to the reconnaissance team today, and the platoon leader asked me to follow the patrol tomorrow.

Shen Ronghe thought for a while, and added a few more words.

I miss my parents and Xiaodan a little bit, and hope to go back soon.

His writing ability is learned from the old squad leader who led him before. The old squad leader knows a lot. Shen Ronghe likes and is willing to listen to him. From his mouth, Shen Ronghe knows that the Soviet Union is a military power in the world today. Chinese tanks and planes do not exist in China.

Unfortunately, the old squad leader passed away in October last year.For this, he was sad for a long time, and he wrote many words in memory of the old monitor in his diary.Shen Ronghe continued flipping through the diary, and when he reached the position around August last year, he paused.

1968. 8, 20

Met a very different Soviet officer today while fishing, and he let me go.

Shen Ronghe's thoughts were suddenly stretched, and his memory suddenly returned to that summer last year.

The old squad leader said that he would make up for everyone at night, and asked Shen Ronghe to go to the river to catch fish for everyone.Shen Ronghe had quick hands and feet and good water skills, so he immediately agreed without saying a word.

When he reached the shore, he took off his jacket and outer pants and plunged into the water.The clear water ran across his back coolly, and he

With excellent eyesight, I immediately saw a few swimming fish.

After coming up to take a breath, when he buried his head in the water again, he suddenly heard the sound of the locomotive engine and the sound of conversation.

It couldn't be one of his own, he immediately thought of a possibility - the Soviets.He suddenly panicked. There were rifles in his clothes, but they were all on the shore.

He hurriedly swam to the shore, but did not find any figure on it.

At the moment when one head rushed out of the water, Shen Ronghe couldn't help holding his breath.

His eyes widened, and time stopped abruptly at this second - in front of him was a pair of eyes.

There was no less surprise in those eyes, the eyelashes were very light, fluffy white, and the eyeballs were as light as amber.

A gust of warm wind blew over his head, and he watched the man's hair being blown up, and what caught his eyes was the shining white gold in the sun.

He will never forget that moment in his life.

Relieved, Shen Ronghe looked at the other party. The person in front of him was in a half-squatting posture, with the dark green military uniform half draped over his shoulders. His hands were soaked in the water, obviously washing his hands.

Judging from the military uniform worn by the opponent, he is at least the rank of lieutenant.This is very inconsistent with Shen Ronghe's cognition. In his opinion, all Soviet military officers have a potbellied image, rather than a tall and straight figure in front of them.

But Shen Ronghe has no time to care about these things, he is really a little scared now.Because at this moment, as long as the other party is willing, he can immediately pull out a pistol from his pocket and jump himself.

He had never had a direct confrontation with the Soviet army, and he heard from his fellow battalion that all the Soviet soldiers were unreasonable, and most of them would hit anyone they saw—let alone hit the gun first.But at this time, he heard a low voice with an unfamiliar accent.Shen Ronghe felt that he had never talked to anyone so close.

Wait——? Shen Ronghe suddenly raised his head: He was talking to himself?

But Shen Ronghe doesn't understand Russian.

Seeing him in a daze, the man repeated it again, but this time it didn't sound like the language just now, but Shen Ronghe still couldn't understand.

The man's expression seemed to be a bit perplexed, and finally he opened his mouth, and then a paragraph of hard and broken Chinese came out, but Shen Ronghe understood it this time: "Are you a fisherman near here?"

Shen Ronghe's heart sank, he hesitated, but still shook his head truthfully.

Because I am not a fisherman, it only represents one thing——

They are enemies.