Alternative Rival

The venomous sun scorched the dense jungle relentlessly. Beads of sweat dripped along the curved and thin chin on the long-damp land, and a few drops fell on the green, short, unknown vegetation. , Slowly slide down along the veins of the leaves - different routes lead to the same goal.

The man is like a stone statue crouching in the dense jungle, his back muscles kept tense for a long time, holding a gun in his hand, the scope is erected on the body of the gun, and a red cross is marked on a small dot, behind the scope Has a pair of sharp eyes.Her eyes are a rich black, very black, very deep, and very calm, like sand falling into the dust.Her face was painted with oil paint, the kind she had often painted over the years, yellow and green, which blurred the delicate and beautiful facial features.

Her eyelashes were stained with sweat, and every time she blinked, it seemed that she had used her whole body's strength, and a new layer of fine sweat came out.

There are still many of her companions lurking in the jungle. For example, ten steps away from her, on a towering tree, a young man seems to be integrated with the tree. When the wind blows, his breath moves accordingly. He is the sharpshooter of the team.

Time passed by every minute and every second, except for the sound of the wind, there was no other sound in this jungle.An inquiring voice came from the implanted communicator in her ear: "Battalion Commander...will it be with Battalion Commander Zhao..."

The impetuous one couldn't help opening his mouth.

Their team was not broken up, but was incorporated into a regiment as a whole company, but they were no longer called captains and team leaders. The people who spoke just now were not from their special company, but soldiers from other companies in the battalion .

The woman known as the "battalion commander" lay motionless on her stomach, without moving her eyes, but her lips moved. She said a few words slowly in a low voice, and the other party stopped talking.

From the time when the sun was at its strongest, until the ground under her body began to show a coolness, a little orange suddenly appeared in the distance as far as she could see, she silently arched her body slightly, with the soles of her feet touching the wet soil.

There was a slight "beep" in the earphone——

This means the sniper is about to act.

The enemies who fell into the encirclement step by step didn't realize that they had just lost a battle and were fleeing in a hurry. The wind here seemed to be full of murderous aura, and the footsteps on the piled leaves made a "squeak" The dull sound.

puff--

A small hole was punched in the steel helmet by the bullet, and a faint cloud of blood burst into the air. The person who was shot fell to the ground with a "bang", kicking up a cloud of dust.

"There's an ambush! Protect—"

The sound of dense bullets immediately filled the entire jungle.Until the ground was covered with corpses and wailing enemies in pain.

Bo Jue hung the gun behind his back and wiped the sweat off his face.

"Clean the battlefield and return to camp."

She felt that she could smell the smell on her body. She smelled the sour smell on her arms while walking. She didn't go back to the camp last night and slept outside, with rain and mud, and then decorated with mosquitoes, snakes and ants. Hey, she shrank her neck, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that there were ants crawling on her body, so she couldn't help leading the team to speed up her pace.

The guards at the door saw her creeping into Zhao Qingge's tent without any surprise, watching her nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, and heart.

Zhao Qingge was wearing loose casual clothes, with a white towel for wiping hair around his neck, his feet were placed high on the table, a tablet was placed on his lap, and he was drawing on the screen with a pen in his hand.

There's a lollipop in his mouth—an alien one.

Just as Bo Jue walked a little inside, she raised her head.

The two pairs of eyes meet.

Bo Jue sighed, "Your sitting posture has become more bold and unrestrained in the past two years."

Zhao Qingge lowered his head to examine himself, said "uh", and said, "every day, you will come and go in the mud, and you should relax a little when it is appropriate."

She sniffed the air with her nose, and tilted her head back a little, as if she could disperse the smell from her face. She pointed to the bathroom and said, "Go inside and take a shower first, and change your clothes." Talk to me again."

Bo Jue was going to go in to take a bath, but after she said that, she refused to go, and walked straight in front of Zhao Qingge, wrapped in a sour smell.She looked at Zhao Qingge affectionately for a while, then closed her eyes and rushed forward: "Come on my dear, let us share the blessings and share the sorrows."

"Who wants to have a bad smell with you?" Zhao Qingge retracted his feet nimbly, and jumped up from the chair with the tablet in his arms, avoiding this violent throwing into his arms.

Bo Jue hugged the back of the chair and sat astride with a smile, Zhao Qingge pushed her: "Go and take a shower, in case there is any task, do you want to stay outside so smelly for another night?"

Bo Jue: "!!!"

Hastily set aside the chair and rushed to the bathroom.

Zhao Qingge shouted at her back: "I put the change of clothes for you in the bag on the bathroom wall."

"Know it!"

Bo Jue took a 3-minute battle shower, pulled the zipper of his clothes disheveledly, and with his uncombed, wet hair dripping down, moved a low stool in front of Zhao Qingge. sit.

Zhao Qingge still stared at the tablet and said, "Wait a minute first."

Bo Jue went back to get a wooden comb.

After 2 minutes, Zhao Qingge put the tablet in Bo Jue's hand, took the comb, and straightened her hair. In the end, two combs until the white hair is even with the eyebrows, three combs until the children and grandchildren are all over the ground, and four combs until the four silver shoots are all in line."

Bo Jue burst out with joy.

Zhao Qingge asked: "What are you laughing at?"

Bo Jue asked: "Why do you want to marry me?"

"When will I marry you? Didn't you marry me long ago?"

Bo Jue was so happy that she almost flew up, turned her head and kissed her. "Oh, it's just that you read the blessings of marriage from the past. Usually, the elders comb the daughter's hair before she gets married at her home, and say some auspicious words to bless her life in the future to be safe and smooth."

Zhao Qingge nodded: "So that's the case."

Bo Jue deliberately teased her and said, "God heard what you said just now, and he thought I was really going to get married. Maybe he would send a Princess Charming to take me away later."

Zhao Qingge: "..."

Bo Jue said: "I'll get you a white horse, and then you can ride over to pick me up, okay?"

Seeing that Zhao Qingge didn't speak, she tilted her head back and looked at her backwards: "How about it? Let me also enjoy the feeling of my sweetheart riding a white horse to pick me up."

Zhao Qingge took off the towel hanging around his neck, and instead of wiping her hair, he moved forward and lightly snorted on her face, saying, "I don't know what your head is thinking all day long. , When the war is over, I’ll buy you a horse farm, okay? Black, white, brown, brown, brown, and purple, change one every day to pick you up, and you’ll be responsible for standing where there are many people.”

Bo Jue thought for a while, then compromised: "Okay, what you say is what you say."

"Kind of words."

She called up the memo in the terminal, wrote down one stroke at a time, and synchronized it to Zhao Qingge's terminal.She counted down from the beginning to the end, and found that she had written down dozens of fragmentary promises.

Go surfing in Cyborg Canyon, this looks quite normal.

If you want to buy a mountain and build a small villa, there should be a hot spring behind the villa and a hot spring inside. It is best to have a hot spring nearby whenever you stop.What is the hot spring for?

Go to Pearl Bay in Jinxi and set up a small stall to sell stones?Why sell stones in a place rich in pearls?

……

There are so many other things, looking back, Bo Jue can't remember why he wrote them down, anyway, Zhao Qingge promised, and he will definitely do it in the future.She was bored in this place where the birds didn't shit, and the greatest joy was being able to stay with Zhao Qingge for a while and talk after each battle.It is often said that a loving person can't finish talking, but in an extremely barren environment, even if two people can spend time together, it is usually short-lived, and they often separate after a hasty intimacy.

After a year like this, both of them felt that they were not as close as before, and it gradually became a bit like the situation when they first formed a bond.Bo Jue tried every means to talk to her for a while, but the things around her were so little, and it was always the battle won or lost, how to fight the next one?Often sitting together is business, not like a couple at all.

Later, they thought of a way to find out the map of the Pleiades, zoom in inch by inch, and look at it from north to south, place by place. , just check the local information to see if you are interested, and list your future itinerary if you are interested.Later, the world that Bo Jue built in the imaginary space became more and more rich, and there were more and more whimsical ideas. He often made some inexplicable requests, and Zhao Qingge often felt helpless and at the same time readily agreed.

So there are those things in Bo Jue's memo that neither of them seem to remember at all why they did it.

Seven years is a long time, but seven years are also very short.The years have not left any traces on them.Bo Jue waited for Zhao Qingge to help her dry her hair, pricked up her ears and listened carefully to the movement outside, and felt that there would be no war for the time being.

"Is there anything business you want to talk about?" She smiled sinisterly and charmingly at Zhao Qingge.

"No." Zhao Qingge raised his eyebrows at her cooperatively, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of cunning, "What do you want...to do?"

"you guess?"

Bo Jue let out a "hey hey" smirk, and stretched out his evil hands towards her chest.

"When the war is over, I will marry you." "After you recover from illness, I will take you on a journey." "After the war, I will fulfill all the things I promised you."

These three sentences have two common metaphors: ①The war will never end/sickness will never get better; ②One of you and me will be absent after all.

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