Army stab

On the way back, time actually passed quickly. The soldiers were all sleeping in the cabin, because they were too tired, and the physical strength consumed by survival in the wild was still very different from usual, so when they were in a daze, I got off the helicopter and entered the stuffy tank train. When I woke up again, the door of the carriage was wide open, and the bright sky could hardly open my eyes.

Shaking his head vigorously, the drowsiness was instantly expelled, and what appeared in front of him was an extremely familiar valley. Even though he had gone in and out countless times, walked back and forth, but when he saw the main entrance of the base, he couldn't help but sigh, fuck ,Finally home.

Separation in one second, reunion in the next, joy and sorrow, life is nothing more than this in the future.

The soldiers who had been ravaged in the deep mountains and old forests, with messy hairstyles and livid beards on their chins, came back tired but full of joy. At Zhu Keshi, they all felt that the air was not as fresh as our own.

Zhu Ke was staring at every soldier aggressively, secretly thinking about what to do when he took them to the infirmary later, for this matter he specially recruited Ming Zi, a medical soldier who always accompanied the team, to bite him Whispered in his ears, and then he didn't know what he heard, and the smirk on his face was almost overflowing.

Walking past Guan Zhong, Zhu Ke showed his big nostrils to this guy, patted Guan Zhong's muscular back, walked around with his palm, smashed his mouth: "tsk tsk, it's just some scratches, there are still some Son... muscle strain, yo, this one is a bit serious, I will give you a massage later~"

Hearing the word "massage", Guan Zhong trembled all over, and his bear-like body actually looked a little pitiful. Everyone in the base knew that Zhu Ke would not give massage easily. One massage can guarantee that you won't want to get out of bed for a week.

What are you talking about?so cool?

Ah bah, that guy's massage is simply torture, whoever uses it will know, it's so cool that your whole body is like being trampled by a hundred thousand grass mud horses, life is better than death, death is worse than life, let me go.

Guan Zhong was very contradictory and entangled in his heart. He remembered that the last time Zhu Ke gave him a massage was two years ago. There is no way, Zhu Ke is insidious and stubborn, if he decides what to do, he will definitely do it for you with all his heart.

Thinking of this, Guan Zhong really wanted to cry, looked up at the sky, and began to wonder how he could get Sun Jing to help him with a week's shift.

Guan Zhong was upset, really upset, but the onlookers who watched the excitement were very happy, because this guy Zhu Ke has been in the base for more than half a month, and he has never been allowed to see a doctor for a knife test. His hands are itchy to death.

In fact, it was like this every time the whole team went out to practice on a large scale in the past. They had to endure Zhu Ke's "torture" after they came back. They suddenly felt that the air in the base was fresher, so they all looked at Guan Zhong with a little bit of unbearable and compassionate eyes.

When Zhu Ke was dragging Guan Zhong to the infirmary, he happened to pass by Ye Jue. He took two steps before he stopped, patted Ye Jue on the shoulder, and coughed lightly.

Ye Juezheng was chatting with Su Mingyuan, his eyebrows and eyes were crowded together when he was smiling, he was taken aback by being slapped suddenly, turned around and met Zhu Ke's face, this man's constipated expression was unpredictable She stared at Ye Jue carefully, and then grabbed his hand, her pulse beat twice.

"Ouch," Zhu Ke twitched his eyebrows exaggeratedly, and with a force of his right hand, he pried open Ye Jue's mouth neatly, glanced at his tongue, and said with relief, "You still had a nosebleed last time. Going out to practice once, the anger has dissipated a lot, not bad.”

"..." Ye Jue was speechless, his ears turned red suddenly, his own nosebleeds have been happening in his mother's life, why does this guy have such a good memory, but, that nosebleed It seems to be watching Xiao Bai and Hu Yijie compare flying knives.

Thinking of this, Ye Jue couldn't help but glance at Xiao Bai's seat. He was facing away from him, with a cigarette in his right hand. Hu Yijie and him were surrounded by smoke. Something like a knife was associated with something else, and such a fatal association immediately made the face of the unlucky boy blush.

Zhu Ke looked at Ye Jue's blushing to black face with interest, snorted coldly and swung his legs and left. He and Guan Zhong were both puzzled, only Su Mingyuan frowned, with a headache expression on his face.

The farce at the main gate of the base didn’t last long, and the soldiers really didn’t have the mood to waste time at the gate, so Zhou Rong took He Weize, came over to look at them meaningfully, let them go with a wave of his hand, and then went to their respective Run to the cafeteria or dormitory building.

When Ye Jue came out from the cafeteria, he touched his bulging belly and felt that he was full of food, so he said goodbye to Su Mingyuan who rushed back to take a shower, and went to the training ground for a walk to digest his food.

There was really no one on the training ground at this point. When Ye Jue passed by, he only saw a person hanging from the horizontal bar. He thought it was some idle soldier, but when he got closer, he realized that it was actually Zhou Kaifeng.

Ye Jue hadn't seen Zhou Kaifeng much during the Qinling practice. He had left the main force since he entered the encirclement, and he didn't know what he was doing. Appearing, it can be regarded as coming and going without a trace, the dragon sees the head but does not see the end.

Ye Jue walked around the gravel track of the training ground for two full laps. Zhou Kaifeng hung there all the time doing pull-ups like crazy. By the third lap, Ye Jue couldn't hold back and stood beside the horizontal bar. , silently looked up at him.

"Deputy team," this title is a bit of a mouthful. Ye Jue has always been unaccustomed to it. In fact, not only he is not used to it, but almost no one in the team is used to it. When he is called the deputy team leader, he still thinks of Wu Yu, the person who used to be extremely silent. .

Zhou Kaifeng's arms tightened, and he quickly clamped himself on the horizontal bar. From the perspective of the bottom up, it seemed that this person was going to hang himself on the horizontal bar.

There was no reply, Zhou Kaifeng just stared at Ye Jue intently, Ye Jue couldn't stand being watched by him, he smiled and said, "Don't you take a rest?"

"No need." Zhou Kaifeng frowned, his complexion was not very good, his mouth was pale: "If you don't practice every day, your hands will itch."

"Oh," Ye Jue nodded, jumped up and gripped the poles tightly with his wrists, and said with a smile, "Practice together?"

"Okay." It was obvious that Zhou Kaifeng seemed very happy, and he agreed and started to pull the horizontal bar up and down again.

The final result was naturally that Ye Jue won. After so long of training, his physical fitness was already very good, plus Zhou Kaifeng had done a lot of pull-ups before, Ye Jue naturally won without any suspense.

After getting off the horizontal bar, Zhou Kaifeng sat on the ground with his back leaning on the iron bar, tilting his head slightly to calm his breathing, while Ye Jue stood beside him quietly.

The sun was just right, and the golden light shrouded the training ground, like the color splashed with heavy ink in an oil painting, and it was painted with a kind of solemnity that almost made people palpitate.

Ye Jue stared at a small piece of sand in front of him, and his whole body fell into a sluggish state. Zhou Kaifeng followed his gaze for a long time, and when he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse: "I envy you all?"

"?" Turning his head, Ye looked at him incomprehensibly, Zhou Kaifeng reached out and rolled up his sleeve, shaking off the dust on it.

"Your world is very simple, justice or evil, black and white." Zhou Kaifeng stood up and looked at the rolling mountains in the distance, his eyes deepened: "Your pain and happiness are also very simple, just like when I first joined the army. Same."

Ye Jie lowered his head, staring at the clods, stones and sand on the ground. He was thinking that things are not what you think, and this place is not what you think. The world is not just a black and white line, there are so many dark Grey, buried in my heart is a dull pain that will come down when I touch it.

However, how many people's thoughts can be changed by words alone, the ears may be persuaded by the mouth, but what about the heart?

Perhaps, people always think highly of themselves habitually. It is not pure pride or conceit, but just thinks that they have more burdens, sacrifices, responsibilities, and pains than others.

A long time later, when Ye Jue thought about that day again, he understood that if he was in Zhou Kaifeng's position, he might feel that this world is actually hopeless, and no one can feel his pain.

So, at that time, Ye Jue hugged Xiao Bai tightly, and took a deep breath, which was the smell he knew already, which made him feel really lucky.

When Zhou Kaifeng left the training ground, his training uniform was dusty on the lower body. Ye Jue really wanted to tell him that there was a lot of dust on your pants, but he turned around and left back to his dormitory without saying anything.

That night, Xiao Bai asked Ye Jue to meet in the haystack at Xishan No. [-]. After many days, they revisited the old place. Both of them felt very excited, but they still kept their feelings hidden, at least on the surface. sensuality.

The surrounding mountains are pitch black, but they all know how many night training lurking in the darkness, not to mention those invisible secret sentries.

"Captain," Ye Jue rubbed the index finger of his left hand. When he was cleaning the gun in the afternoon, this piece was accidentally pinned, and the ten fingers connected to the heart, and it still hurts until now.

Xiao Bai pinched the cigarette in his hand, put on a posture, and said, "Practice?"

As a result, the figures of the two rushed out like leopards, entangled and wrestled, and the grass kept rustling.

In the end, Xiao Bai won, and he pinched Ye Jue's throat with his right hand, and he could be killed with a little force. The two confronted each other for a long time, and finally let go.

Pulling Ye Jue up, Xiao Bai walked down the mountain with him, the air at night was damp and cold, and when he breathed, it was as if he had inhaled the floating cotton wool into his lungs.

Xiao Bai's voice quietly entered Ye Jue's ears in the silence: "Go back and have a good rest. I will take you home when I have time."

At that moment, someone seemed to be stunned for a moment, and those words quickly drifted away with the wind, as if they could no longer be found, but they seemed to be everywhere.

Xiao Bai stared at his Ye Jue and stood there for two seconds, then quickly turned around and ran away, his reaction was not exactly the same as he imagined, but it was also like that brat's style.

Xiao Bai looked in the direction he left again, lit a cigarette and smoked before walking towards his own dormitory, walked around the downstairs twice, before it was ten o'clock before he knew it, the lights in the team dormitory opposite were turned off, Layer after layer of extinguishing, plunged into darkness.

Xiao Bai recalled a piece of information he had read at Zhou Rong in the afternoon. To be exact, it was only a small half of the information, with no beginning or end, but the urgency and seriousness of it were undeniable.

Xiao Bai read the document with his eyebrows frowned, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the end. He thought of the rainforest that year, and a mission he had set out in country E. Later, he thought of the last time Ye Jue's life was hanging by a thread. task.

It seems that the matter at that time was not over, or far from over, even Xiao Bai had a premonition that there might not be an end to that matter at all.