on the captive

Shen Ronghe woke up from the cold.

He sat up from the bed tremblingly, and looked through the small window of the tent. The sky outside was still dark, and he could faintly hear the sharp sound of the wind.

Although this kind of military tent is not very warm, it at least blocks the strong wind outside.Shen Ronghe lay back on the hard bed, staring at the tent above.

He knew he probably wouldn't be able to sleep.

Shen Ronghe was not a person used to calm down and think about things, but since he went to the army, he spent more and more time like this.

Sometimes I don't think about anything, and I can just stay there for a long time.The teammates in the same dormitory sometimes tell some vulgar jokes together to relieve the tense atmosphere in the army. Shen Ronghe just listens, with a faint smile on his face, but feels that he is outside the group of people.

He also had things he wanted to confide in. Once, the old squad leader had a heart-to-heart talk with him, but only his diary was left.A gust of wind blew over, and a large cloud blew over, covering the only remaining ray of starlight, and there was a dead silence around, and the feeling of depression and confusion was infinitely magnified by the night, as if dragging people down the suffocating, pitch-black, Hopeless deep sea.

There was still a dull pain in his shoulder, and he folded his cold hands on his chest for a little warmth.

At dawn, a soldier took him to have breakfast.

Breakfast is very simple, a baked potato with a pitted shape.Shen Ronghe ate the potatoes in two or three strokes, and drank another glass of water.

He thought about leaving the food so that he could escape at any time.But now it seems that this way is not feasible.

First of all, let's not talk about how strict the guards are.From the perspective of food supply alone, he can barely maintain his physical strength with these foods.

I heard that after March 3, both sides are in a state of truce.But Shen Ronghe knew that this state would not last long.In a pinch, every minute and every second is a resource.

He is now a prisoner of war. The old squad leader told him that there are international laws to protect prisoners of war, but Shen Ronghe doesn't know if the Soviet Union will abide by such laws.Besides, without violence, there are thousands of ways to make him feel uncomfortable.

Sure enough, at night, people came into the tent.

Shen Ronghe stood up dragging his shackles, and was slightly taken aback when he saw the person coming—in a neat military uniform, with an indifferent and delicate face, he didn't expect it to be that "senior" officer.

The translator on the side said to him: "The major wants to talk to you a few words."

Shen Ronghe showed vigilance, it seemed that he had to get something out of his mouth?

To his surprise, the interpreter then nodded slightly to the man and left the tent.

He turned his gaze back and met the other party's eyes as well.

"My name is Andrian Recharev." He is fluent in Chinese and does not need an interpreter.

Shen Ronghe just stared at each other closely.

Andrian automatically ignored his rudeness and walked towards the small window.He took out a large Russian-style white cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and pinched it between his slender index and middle fingers, exhaling a puff of smoke from his lips.

Shen Ronghe knows that this kind of cigarette has a lot of strength and strong taste, but it is very enjoyable to smoke, a bit like the "hamad head cigarette" in Northeast China.Shen Ronghe at the side had already smelled the choking smell of the smoke, but he didn't know how a man who looked so noble could bear it.

Shen Ronghe looked at the other party with an inquiring mind, only to see the clear light of the moon sprinkled on his cheeks, as if covered with a layer of soft light.Eyes like glass beads looked far away, and suddenly her thin lips parted slightly: "The moonlight is very good tonight."

It seems to be talking to himself, and it seems to be speaking to Shen Ronghe.

Shen Ronghe was stunned by this endless sentence.

The imaginary trial did not come, and he never dreamed that the other party would tell him that the moonlight at night was very good in the same understatement tone as talking about the weather.

But he was also bewitched to look through the window.The moonlight is cold, shining brightly on the snow, bright and quiet, suddenly a fairyland of snow.

He seemed to have never seen such a beautiful snowy night and moonlight.

It turns out that on the other side of the border, is there such a scenery?For a moment, Shen Ronghe felt that his gaze was being drawn, following the boundless snow field, past the dark tents scattered on the snow field, to the snow-covered mountain ridge in the distance, the moon was quiet and bright under the dark night sky , like a spot of light, emitting gentle light endlessly.

How beautiful it would be if there were no war.

"There are no heroes... No matter whether we win or lose, we ordinary people are just victims of war."

He uttered such a sentence by accident.But as soon as he said it, he felt annoyed and absurd in his heart-what's the point of him saying this?

How could an officer of a big country like him understand?

But these words caused the people around him to look sideways, and Shen Ronghe felt the other person's eyes linger on his face for a long time, and it took a long time to hear the other person's voice: "You are very special, you are different from the Chinese soldiers I have ever seen."

Shen Ronghe was regretting a little, his consciousness was instinctively driven by hostility.His tone was slightly mocking: "Special? Probably because I'm a prisoner."

The temperature in Andrian's eyes dropped suddenly, and his voice was mocking: "Yeah, you're just a captive."

As he spoke, he exhaled a puff of smoke, and the white smoke filled Shen Ronghe's face, choking him to cough.At this time, the other party suddenly showed a provocative smile amidst the flickering sparks.

This move undoubtedly became a fuse.

Seeing that piercing smile, Shen Ronghe felt a "buzz" in his head, and the tense string broke suddenly.

He didn't understand what "Soviet revisionism" meant, but he knew that if the people from the Soviet Union hadn't picked things up, how could these wars have happened?How could there be so many sacrifices?

How could he be captured!

Shen Ronghe blamed all the faults on the young major in front of him.

What's more, this man looks down on people so much!

In an instant, his veins bulged, his eyes were fierce, and he punched angrily, just wanting to knock down the nasty man in front of him to the ground!

As expected, the other party did not expect such a blow, and was punched hard in the face, and half of the cigarette fell to the ground. The spark was quickly extinguished, and a wisp of smoke drifted out dying.

However, before Shen Ronghe had time to make another punch, he was thrown to the ground in an instant, his back was hit hard, and he groaned in pain.When he raised his head again, he was facing the gloomy eyes of the other party. He felt a chill in his heart, and quickly began to struggle, kicking and hitting the other party indiscriminately, as if he didn't care about the weight of the handcuffs: "Get out!"

Andrian frowned, seeing the desperate posture of the person in front of him, directly clamped Shen Ronghe's hands behind his head forcefully, put his knees against his waist, and pulled those legs vigorously, without dragging the ground at all. , and finally put all the weight on his body.

Gotta give him some color.

Shen Ronghe was crushed under him, felt even more insulted, and resisted more and more violently.At this time, a cold pistol was pressed against his forehead. The real metal feel of the muzzle made him open his eyes wide, and a trace of cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

A temperatureless voice came from above his head: "Don't want to live anymore?"

Adrian watched the man under him suddenly quiet down, and his body trembled reluctantly. He also recovered from the fierce struggle just now, only to find himself sitting on the other side, only a few feet away from him, with both hands The legs were tightly entwined, and the body temperature of a strange man could be faintly felt.The frequencyless shaking of the eyelashes exposed the fear and anxiety in the other party's heart, and the obsidian-like clear eyes looked at him submissively, probably because of anger, and the corners of the eyes were still a little red.

Andrian's eyes froze slightly.

He felt his heart beat suddenly and violently.

But when he saw the undisguised hatred in it, he felt as if a basin of cold water had been splashed on his head, and some unreasonable anger rose in his heart.Suppressing the inexplicable feeling in his heart, Andrian let him go.He got up and tidied up his clothes, before he left, he never gave Shen Ronghe a look.

After seeing the other party leave, Shen Ronghe's stiff body softened, and his legs fell to the ground, accompanied by the sound of the handcuffs falling heavily.

Shen Ronghe was still in shock, his back was dripping with cold sweat, his limbs were numb, and it took him a long time to recover.

He regretted his impulse even more - what if the other party really shot?

Now he has become a captive and has entered the enemy's territory. If he is not careful, he may die.Under such circumstances, head-to-head confrontation will not work.

He had to protect himself before he could go back alive.

But he couldn't help but think of that dream-like first encounter—so far, it still looks like a dream.He used to think that he was "very different", but now it seems that he is no different from those violent and arrogant military officers of great powers who regard life as an ant.

A hint of sarcasm appeared in Shen Ronghe's eyes, and he clenched his fists.

To live, he had to live.