[Bottle evil] Troop number zero

Chapter 70

The rocks collapsed and the torrent splashed, and this mountain forest presented a hellish scene.

Wu Xie knelt upright in the mud, with a sad heart, kneeling like a responsible Chinese soldier. "I know, you hate me because I am the Kuomintang." Wu Xie looked into those mournful eyes, "I am the Kuomintang, even though you hate me, I also hate myself, do you know?"

Wu Xie told the truth, he really hated himself.Although life is unsatisfactory eight out of ten, he has never been so at a loss like today.When he was caught by the zongzi and his life was hanging by a thread, at least he only had fear and unwillingness. Even if he regretted it, he regretted his own impulse. He could shoulder all the consequences, but not now, he didn't have this weight, he couldn't afford the entire KMT Huge harm done to people like Zhou Jin and Pan Zi.He is not qualified, Zhang Qiling is right, he is an insignificant person.

Wu Xie knelt down and didn't speak any more. After a while, he lowered his head, as if what the other side wanted to do to him, he would do what he wanted, and he had already resigned to his fate.

"Little San Ye..." Pan Zi cried hard, his eyes were red and swollen, his unshaven face was tense, his muscles pulled and twitched from time to time, and his expression was weird and ferocious.

There is gold under the man's knees, so the man also has tears and does not flick it lightly?

Wu Xie looked at the puddles on the ground, and his own shadow was reflected in it. He was so calm that he almost didn't recognize himself.He remembered the drunken life and dreams in Nanjing, including himself, had a banquet with the children of those aristocratic families, and published some "incisive current theories".Looking at it now, the so-called "incisive current theory" is just a broad theory. He has never commanded a war or killed a devil. How can he have the courage to criticize the war?

"It's really mean and ignorant." He cursed in his heart.

At this time, a loud and unfamiliar voice suddenly came from behind the crowd: "What are you doing!"

Wu Xie raised his head, but he couldn't see that person. That person was hidden behind the crowd, but he maintained enough awe and majesty to the crowd.

"It's the battalion commander." Pan Zi said.

The battalion commander just welcomed the political commissar of the independent regiment today and wanted to report on some work. Unexpectedly, the Kuomintang air raid, the political commissar's work has not yet been inspected, but someone confessed here, making him ashamed to face the regiment commander.

"What are you doing around them? Come with me!" the battalion commander roared.

Wu Xie only heard his voice but couldn't see his person, and wanted to see clearly, but stood up without a face, and then knelt still, with an expression of resignation.

However, when the battalion commander spoke, the crowd did not move.The battalion commander got angry and roared: "There is no organization and no discipline. My words are military orders. You sons of bitches want to disobey the military orders?" Then the crowd gradually loosened up, and some people turned around and left, no longer surrounding Wu Xie. .

After a while, except for Zhang Qiling and Pan Zi, everyone else just looked at Wu Xie from a distance, and at night, almost no one paid attention to him anymore.This kind of situation is not the result of the battalion commander's disobedience to the military order. Pan Zi said that the battalion commander called the remaining comrades for a meeting, but he didn't know what he said. Anyway, Pan Zi kept it secret, and the result was Wu Xie's escape. The fate of the punching bag.

Perhaps it is God who cares for these people who are determined to save the country but have bad luck. The rain keeps falling, the thunder keeps ringing, and there is no shadow of the plane or the enemy. They have gained a short period of peace.However, nothing is perfect in this world, and of course the only thing that coexists with tranquility is the cold.Dripping water wears away rocks, let alone people?Drenched by torrential rain for more than ten consecutive hours, many people had fevers and were taken in turn to shelter from the rain in the small cave they had just found.This small cave is really small, and it can only accommodate a dozen people.

Wu Xie was an injured patient with a special status, and was allowed to stay in the cave continuously by the mysterious battalion commander.But Wu Xie couldn't stay there, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, what face did he have to be special?He was from the same party as the army that had driven the group to their death.

Zhang Qiling sat with Wu Xie under the mountain wall, this place was very similar to the place where they took shelter from the rain last time, it was the place where they almost had a heart-to-heart relationship.Wu Xie was dejected, hungry and tired, and the mountain was high and windy, so he sneezed a series of sneezes very quickly. "Why did things develop like this?" He kept asking himself.

"Is it cold?" Zhang Qiling asked indifferently in the darkness.

Wu Xie rubbed her nose and whispered, "Of course it's cold, I've never been so cold. Not only my body is cold, but my blood is also cold, and my heart is even colder."

Zhang Qiling stopped talking, and sat quietly, his shadow and darkness merged into one, like a rock that has stood here since ancient times.Not long after, Wu Xie approached slowly and hugged him, "Brother, borrow the temperature." Wu Xie put Zhang Qiling's arm on his shoulders, curled up his body, and got into Zhang Qiling's arms, regardless of the two physiques being equal. How weird it would be for a man to cuddle like this, he just can't stand it, not only the cold, he urgently needs a companion to lean on him, all he wants is these.

Zhang Qiling didn't refuse, but just sighed softly, the voice was lost in the sound of rain, causing Wu Xie to miss an opportunity, an opportunity to understand Zhang Qiling's gentleness.

It has to be said that this period of time was very difficult, Wu Xie had a faint tendency to have a fever, and was given a bunch of unknown Chinese medicine by Zhang Qiling.

"Pan Zi went to negotiate." Wu Xieyi said dreamily in Zhang Qiling's arms, "If the weather is better, we will send us away."

Zhang Qiling looked at the sky, the place was illusory and misty, like a dark wasteland, full of chaos and boundless.

leave?Already surrounded.The idea of ​​the friendly army is the same as that of the devils. I am afraid that by attacking the Red Army, they will create a scene of cannibalism for the devils and induce the devils to act. They can kill two birds with one stone.Of course, judging by the number of people, the friendly army has this strength.Just because of the grievances between the country and the Communist Party, the main event must be to encircle and suppress the Red Army. If this is the case, there will definitely be careful devils who will take the opportunity to slip through the net, such as Yokota and Kojima.

Wu Xie sneezed a few more times, and her voice became nasal, "Deputy Zhang, what are you thinking?"

Zhang Qiling did not answer.

Wu Xie continued: "Forget it, I don't expect you to respond to me. You are this kind of person, I am so sad, and I don't expect your comfort."

Zhang Qiling lowered his head and glanced at Wu Xie, thinking that this was a bit strange, why did it sound like the deep meaning was opposite to the literal meaning?

"Xiaohua must be cursing me, I also have typhoid fever." Wu Xie said to himself.Facing Zhang Qiling's temperament, besides talking to himself, talking to himself, what other tricks can he come up with.People, when one is thinking hard, it is easiest to get into a dead end. Wu Xie is good at thinking, and to a certain extent, he is more stubborn than others.Soon, his mood fell to the extreme. When he closed his eyes, Zhou Jin's rolling head, intestines hanging on the bayonet, falling organs, arms and legs, and brains floating in the puddles would definitely appear in front of him. .He wanted to vomit again. He didn't eat anything, but he was so sick that he wanted to vomit. How uncomfortable should his stomach be?

Zhang Qiling hesitated for a few seconds, then pressed Wu Xie into his arms with force.

Wu Xie... trembling.

Not long after, Wu Xie smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you."

"Nothing." Zhang Qiling still looked at the sky.

However, Wu Xie trembled more and more, sometimes he fell asleep with difficulty, and the next moment he would wake up from a nightmare. Repeatedly, he became listless and unable to speak.Wu Xie thought: "I am going to die."

Die from a nightmare?It's really miserable to say the least.

Zhang Qi moved smartly, Wu Xie noticed it, raised his head slightly, and looked at the position of the opponent's chin.He couldn't see his fingers around, he didn't know what Zhang Qiling was doing, but after a while, there was a melodious sound of harmonica in his ears.

Harmonica?

Although the sound of the harmonica was softer than the sound of raindrops, Wu Xie was instantly attracted, and once forgot those scenes that made him have nightmares again and again.