on the captive

"Hey."

Shen Ronghe was packing the ingredients needed for breakfast into baskets in the warehouse and preparing to send them to the kitchen when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

Shen Ronghe turned around, only to realize that the big soldier in front of him looked familiar - he recognized him as one of the onlookers that day.

What trouble is this guy looking for?

Shen Ronghe frowned, and he looked at the big man, his slightly pressed brows and eyes showed a sense of impatience and awe, which seemed to be a kind of silent urging.

The big man seemed a little embarrassed, his face was flushed red, as if he was afraid that he would be impatient, he frantically took out something from his pocket——

A pack of cigarettes.

A portrait of a foreign man was printed on the red cigarette case, and there was a row of small white characters like symbols on the lower edge.

Shen Ronghe raised his eyes, not understanding what the other party meant.

He knew the origin of the smoke.Just last night a soldier was sent to smoke and they each got a box.

Ordinary people may not know how important tobacco is to soldiers, but Shen Ronghe knows that in the face of a war full of unknowns and fears, no amount of comfort is as real as a cigarette.

Although he doesn't smoke himself, tobacco is indeed a necessity for most soldiers and a spiritual soothing agent.

But why did the other party give it to himself?

The suspicion in Shen Ronghe's eyes was undisguised, and the big man in front of him seemed a little anxious, holding a cigarette in his hand to block him, acting abnormally persistent, as if this was a task he had to complete.

Seeing that the two were at a stalemate, Shen Ronghe had no choice but to stuff the cigarette into his pocket, carry the ingredients, and continue to help in the cooking class.

When he was free, Shen Ronghe massaged his wrists habitually.

He raised his handcuffed wrist to check, the bruises on it had faded a little, and there were faint signs of calluses in the places where the friction was severe.But the heaviness in his heart didn't ease in the slightest.

As a prisoner far away from the cruel battlefield, objectively speaking, as long as the captive does not want to kill him, the chance of surviving until the moment of exchanging prisoners may be greater than that of surviving on the battlefield.

But the result obtained in this way was not what Shen Ronghe wanted.

He was unwilling.Thinking of the platoon leader and other teammates who are suffering, will embark on a new journey, sweat and sweat, and fight for the word "protection", he is always eager to fight side by side with them-no matter the final outcome is good or bad.

He understood better that he had to be stronger in order to be ready to join them at any time.

So after breakfast, when the soldiers began to practice their guns as usual, Shen Ronghe stood in the corner of the training ground and watched.

The man's arms and shoulders are too straight, and there's not enough flex room.

Shen Ronghe stared at the soldiers in front, and thought that if it was him...

Astayev's temple twitched suddenly.

He sensed that the major was a little strange again.At first glance, the major's expression was as cold as ever, but the breath around him seemed to be much softer.

He thought about it for a while, but couldn't find anything satisfying.Did everyone perform well today?He looked inside and out, and when he was even more puzzled, he saw a black-haired Chinese youth hiding in a place he thought was hidden, holding his hands meticulously, as if holding a gun, as if he was in the distance. far shot.

Do you want to fight so much?

The other party's solemn childish look was really interesting, and Astayev couldn't help but want to laugh, but just as the corners of his mouth curled up, the major got a reaction and seemed to cast a glance.That look carried the usual arrogance and majesty, which could be called rude.But the glass-like eyeballs have a layer of shadow against the light, adding a bit of beauty.

Astayev couldn't help slandering secretly, the reason why the major was able to maintain this attitude until he was 25 years old, but no one taught him a "just" lesson——

...probably because of his good looks.

Shen Ronghe was staring at the target intently, when he suddenly felt someone pinch the back of his neck.

This was too sudden, and the skin-to-skin contact was still a little cold, which made his pores shudder, and he almost jumped out like a cat with its hair blown.Before he could turn around, the other party's platinum hair entered his field of vision first.The half-length hair looks soft and has a circle of luster in the sun.

Shen Ronghe touched the back of his neck, trying to wipe away the discomfort.The neck is the most vulnerable part of the human body. No one has ever touched him here, and he has never let anyone take advantage of him.

It turned out to be this feeling... He put his two fingers on it, but the subtle feeling just now disappeared.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to be malicious.He secretly blamed himself, he couldn't take it so lightly in the future.

"What's the matter, Major?" he said politely.

The major's eyes flickered, as if he was planning something.

"Come practice with me?"

Walking all the way, Shen Ronghe still felt a little unreal.His supervisor, the Soviet major, personally took him to practice guns?

Of course, Shen Ronghe would not refuse, nor would he doubt the authenticity of the other party's words, but he became more and more unable to guess what the other party was thinking.

Thinking in confusion, they have arrived at a new training ground, which is different from the public training ground just now, and more like a private one.

Andrian picked out a gun, looked at it indifferently, and pointed it directly at Shen Ronghe, with neat and unrestrained movements.

Shen Ronghe caught it firmly with one hand, the familiar feel and the firm weight of his palm made him excited immediately.

He checked the magazine, and there was a row of empty shells inside.

why would……

He wanted to ask a question, but saw that the other party also took a gun, carefully wiping the dust off the barrel, with a different kind of seriousness in his eyes.

He suddenly didn't want to ask anymore, and the seriousness of the other party seemed to have infected him.now

He felt his blood vessels began to dilate, his blood flowed hot and urgent, and all the cells in his body were also activated, making him eager to do something.Like a gladiator before a match, he smiles at his opponent in demonstration.

This smile is wanton and unscrupulous, flamboyant to the bone.Those eyes seemed to be rubbed into the night light, overflowing with attractive colors.At this moment, Shen Ronghe seems to have shed the shell of forbearance, revealing a fresh and real side——

"Bibi?"