on the captive

Shen Ronghe has noticed something wrong with the Soviet army in the past few days.

Intuition told Shen Ronghe that they seemed to be secretly planning something—[-]% were preparing for the second battle.In short, Shen Ronghe had a bad feeling.

He is a prisoner, and the Soviet military will naturally not reveal its military secrets, but there is no need to hide it during training.

Standing by his tent, he watched the soldiers lined up in a phalanx wearing khaki military uniforms running neatly in circles on the snow, leaving a string of footprints of different shades.

After running to warm up, they started shooting again.There are three ways to play in prone, kneeling and standing positions.The gunshots exploded on the field, like boiling water began to boil in a pot. Shen Ronghe looked at them, and suddenly his hands were itchy, and he wanted to shoot a few shots.But now he is a prisoner, and even shooting a gun has become a luxury.

He is not that fond of force, he just thinks that the barrel of a gun is power, and only with a gun can he protect what he wants to protect.

"boom!"

The loud gunshot was not abrupt in the noisy gunfire, but Shen Ronghe just noticed it, and he couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound.

I saw the tall man skillfully pulled the trigger, with a stern and majestic face, and shot again, hitting the red heart.If you want to say who Shen Ronghe has seen who is good at shooting, he must count their platoon leader Zhang Lianfeng. Not only can he shoot fast and accurately, he can even hit the enemy's position accurately with just his voice. It is well deserved.

But the skill of the person in front of him is not inferior to Zhang Lianfeng at all, but Shen Ronghe feels that the shooting feeling of the two of them seems to be very different.When Zhang Lianfeng shot, his eyes were bright and his face was serious. Every time he watched him shoot, Shen Ronghe felt that he had to be so serious to do it.

And Andrian, the Soviet officer, was not only engrossed.He stared at the red heart in the center of the target, like a snow sculpture catching its prey, with fierce eyes and fierce fighting style.

It's as if...he's not out to defeat the enemy, but just out of the most primal desire - to live.

And if he guessed correctly, the man's left arm should have been seriously injured.Because Shen Ronghe discovered that after shooting for a long time, the opponent's left arm actually trembled slightly.

He suddenly remembered that the old squad leader once said that under the skin of everyone there are wounds that are invisible to the naked eye. No matter how time passes and how the flesh and blood heal, the scars will always exist.

Shen Ronghe felt that this was the scar on his heart.Including the ferocity with which he shot the gun, it may all come from this sense of insecurity—the hurt he has experienced.

Shen Ronghe unconsciously felt a little sympathy for the other party, but just as this thought sprouted, he was stifled by him.

Damn it, he actually sympathized with a Soviet leader!

The moon is crooked tonight, giving off a faint light.

He finally understood why the old squad leader always sighed at the moon.He looked at the moon hanging alone in the sky, very much like himself, alone in a foreign land, uncertain about his future, lonely and helpless.

The hometown thousands of miles away is as untouchable as the cold moon.

A surge of bitterness surged in Shen Ronghe's heart. He lay on the cold bed with his waist pressed against the hard bed board. He felt as if he was in a borderless darkness and desolation, and he had never longed for the dawn so much. arrival.

The tent is cold, the bed is cold, the air is shiveringly cold.

It's really too cold...Shen Ronghe curled up.