Military compound

Zhou Haifeng looked at him, smiled, stretched out his hand, and rubbed his head.

It was the first time there was such an intimate movement between them, but it was done so naturally, as if they had done it many times.

The atmosphere was a little strange, with a little embarrassment, and it seemed that something melted between them and flowed gently into the night wind.

Neither of them spoke for a while.

"I don't need your care." After a while, Shan Jun said.

"What's your situation, I can't explain to the chief."

Zhou Haifeng said quietly.

"—Chief, Chief, can you die if you don't mention Chief?"

Shan Jun suddenly became angry without warning.

"Don't block everything with the chief! If you are worried, I will speak up!"

As soon as these words came out, both of them fell silent.

Zhou Haifeng glanced at him, their eyes met, Zhou Haifeng looked away again.

Shan Jun never forgot the chaos and absurdity in the darkness last night.He knew that Zhou Haifeng hadn't forgotten either.

In an odd dullness, they stopped looking at each other, and there was an unspeakable silence in the air. 8

Something fluttered to the ground.is a harmonica.Zhou Haifeng stuffed it in his trousers pocket, but couldn't hold it and fell off.When Zhou Haifeng went to the service agency after training, a comrade in arms asked him to buy it back by the way.

"Can you play?" Shan Jun asked.

"know a little."

"Let me play one." The harmonica is a popular instrument in the barracks, and Shan Jun didn't expect Zhou Haifeng to do it too.

"I only know old songs, you don't like to listen to them." Zhou Haifeng looked at the harmonica, a little silent.

"Old songs are also fine, who said I don't like to listen to them. "Night in the Suburbs of Moscow", that's all I want to play."

This old Soviet song was popular in China in the 80s and [-]s, and it is very popular. It is also the most famous harmonica song, and anyone who can play the harmonica will know it.

Zhou Haifeng took out the harmonica, put it to his mouth, and began to blow.

On the quiet playground, the beautiful melody sounded slowly. In the breeze after the rain, it slowly echoed in the green barracks, passed through the moist atmosphere in the air, and flowed quietly in the night.

Zhou Haifeng played quietly while Shan Jun sat aside.

In the desolate distant mountains and the silent forest shadows, Shan Jun was fascinated by the remote, tender and sad sound of the piano.

The melody that only repeats on the harmonica seems to be sung softly by someone at night.

in the garden late at night

quiet everywhere

只有 风儿 在 轻 轻唱

what a night

Fascinating

在 这 迷人 的 晚上

The creek flows quietly

slightly wavy

silvery moonlight on the water

vaguely heard

someone sang softly

what a quiet night

my sweetheart

sit next to me

watch me silently

i want to tell you

I don't know how to say

多少 话儿 留在 心 上

the long night is over

It's getting dark

衷心 祝福 你 好 姑娘

hope from now on

you and i will never forget

Moscow outskirt's night……

"...you are self-taught?" The sound of the piano stopped for a long time before Shan Jun recovered from the atmosphere.He turned his head and asked Zhou Haifeng.

Zhou Haifeng lost his mind for a while, and said, "My brother taught me."

Shan Jun didn't make a sound, regretting asking this question.

"He used to like this song and played it often."

Zhou Haifeng played with the harmonica silently, wondering if the sound of the piano had started the conversation, Zhou Haifeng talked about the past abnormally.

He told Shan Jun that his brother had a good female classmate before, and that female classmate always wore a white skirt. listen.At that time, he was still young and always ran away, and his brother always chased him away.Zhou Haifeng laughed and said, I was really stupid then.

Shan Jun listened silently.

Zhou Haifeng said that his elder brother taught him to play this piece, but he always couldn't learn it.After finally learning it, his brother also went to the front line.Before leaving, his brother left him the piano and said that he would teach a few new ones when he came back.

Zhou Haifeng said, it's a coincidence, I only know this song.If you said anything else, I wouldn't either.

"Don't think about it." Shan Jun's heart tightened.

Zhou Haifeng stopped talking, Shan Jun looked at his silent back and lonely side face, and suddenly had an urge to hug him, hold him in his arms, and make him forget the past that shouldn't be remembered...

Zhou Haifeng was out of his mind for a while, then came back to his senses, glanced at Shan Jun, and smiled faintly.

"Go to sleep, you have to train tomorrow morning."

"And you."

"I'll sit down for a while." Zhou Haifeng said.

"I'll sit with you."

Shan Jun said.

Zhou Haifeng didn't speak, but looked at him.

Shan Jun took the harmonica from him.

"How to blow, teach me."

Zhou Haifeng just blew it, and Shan Jun didn't mind, so he put it to his mouth and started blowing.It didn't blow out the tone, but it got wet on it.

"How can you brag like that." Zhou Haifeng laughed when he saw Shan Jun's reckless appearance, got up and took Shan Jun's hand to help him adjust his posture.

"Align it, don't use too much force." Zhou Haifeng took it to him as a demonstration, and sucked it up.

Zhou Haifeng's lips moved inch by inch on the edge of the piano, and his lips were sucked by the edge of the piano.Shan Jun's eyes were fixed on his lips, he watched Zhou Haifeng suck the place where he just blew, and his body gradually became hot.

That lip had also sucked him like this.

Shan Jun remembered the intense kiss in the tool room.

Shan Jun never forgot that kiss.Zhou Haifeng rolled up his tongue, without hesitation, tough but with burning heat.It was completely different from a woman's kiss, there was no softness or timidity, only full of forceful violation and sensory impact, what brought Shan Jun apart from anger and shock, there was also a strange throbbing, as if there was an evil fire, chaotic in his heart run...

Now he remembered the entangled taste again.Shan Jun's lips were still wet from Zhou Haifeng's blowing, and Shan Jun's breathing was heavy...

His throat is dry...

In the simple shower shed, Shan Jun flushed fiercely in the cold water.

He poured it thoroughly from head to toe, quenching the dry fire all over his body and waking up his bewildered mind.

He felt that he was abnormal, and he didn't even know when he was so abnormal.

The thoughts in his mind were suppressed by himself, he felt that it was a confused illusion, that his brain had seen a ghost in this hellish place, and had run into evil...

On the shooting range, the continuous sound of gunfire shook the mountains.

Group after group of soldiers rushed forward, aiming at their respective targets, and the sound of gunfire burst out one after another.

The flag was waved, and Shan Jun picked up the parts at hand and assembled the firearms at a dizzying speed. His movements were cold and decisive. The scattered parts seemed to have eyes in his hands, and they were quickly reassembled in a dazzled state.Three times, five times and two times, he pushed the gun and loaded it, and the first one rushed out of the ready position amidst the sound of clicking.

He rushed across the open ground in front of him with a low posture like an arrow, and there were five wine bottle targets 100 meters away. He rushed to the shooting point alone to change his movements, lying on the ground with one hand and two legs, and shot in a prone position.

"Clap clap clap clap!"

Five wine bottles exploded in succession with gunshots, all hit, and the fragments splashed all over the place.

Several human head targets popped up from the side, and each target only appeared for a few seconds. The single army changed from a prone position to an action shooting position, quickly moved over the muzzle, and fired from different directions. Several targets fell in response, stirring up a cloud of dust!

"...!" The instructor took the binoculars to look at the target, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Shan Jun stood up to inspect the gun and returned the box, and then he retreated and stood still. Everyone looked at him in surprise.

"Do you dare to hit the shaking target?" The instructor suddenly raised his voice.

"Dare!" Shan Jun's voice was like a bell.

A suspended bottle target was replaced [-] meters away. Unlike the previous fixed target, the small bottle suspended by a thin wire swayed in the wind.

The gun in Shan Jun's hand was taken away and replaced with another one.

He skillfully picked up the Bayi Bar, calibrated the gun, loaded the magazine, pushed the barrel, and aimed.

Instructor: "Stand up!"

Shan Jun's legs are slightly separated, and his gun is on his shoulder.

The breeze on the training ground stirred the vegetation, and the whole place was silent.

Shan Jun is dressed in camouflage, with a straight posture, which is integrated with the gun in his hand.He narrowed his eyes slightly, confident and sharp, exuding a fierce aura all over his body.That was a completely different person from the usual him. It was an innate aura of family background, with the certainty that he was bound to win, and he was awe-inspiring and unapproachable.

The gunshots erupted suddenly, and five dangling aerial bottles exploded in a row.

"Okay!" There were loud applause, everyone applauded and cheered, looking at Shan Jun, the instructor was also a little moved.Although no one here has a bad shot, it is not easy to perform so stably under the influence of wind speed.

"Junjun! I didn't see it! Are you crazy?!" Tang Kai came over and yelled with his arms around Shan Jun's shoulder in surprise.

"Small idea!" Shan Jun laughed, full of vigor.

He may not be able to do anything else, but he can shoot, Shan Jun has absolute confidence.

Shan Jun's marksmanship was taught by the old political commissar.Shan Jun touched guns at the age of eight or nine. He came from this kind of family. He has been fascinated by it since he was a child. He has a strong interest in shooting guns. Before he retired, the old political commissar took him to various shooting ranges and taught him how to shoot guns. It is also a family tradition. .The old political commissar escaped death in the war years. He was a sharpshooter and had no dogs. The single army had a natural sensitivity to ballistics. He often went to the shooting club to feed bullets, and he went to the field troops during winter and summer vacations. It was common for him to kill hundreds of rounds a day.Commander Shan hated Shan Jun's usual actions, but the only thing was that Commander Shan had nothing to say about his shooting performance.

"You can do it, kid!"

The rest of the group gathered around excitedly, this result was enough to keep the group scores safe for a while.Shan Jun smiled and gave them high fives one by one until Zhou Haifeng came up from behind.

Shan Jun looked past the others and met him.Zhou Haifeng came in front of him.Shan Jun held a gun and looked at him.

Zhou Haifeng also looked at him, with a look on his face that Shan Jun had never seen before.Zhou Haifeng looked at him with the eyes under the brim of his hat, and didn't seem to say anything. He just looked at him for a while, then stretched out his hand to push down the brim of Shan Jun's hat, and brushed past his shoulder.

Only Shan Jun's chin was exposed under the brim, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

Shan Jun lifted up the hat that had been pulled, and his smile was brighter than the sun.He straightened his camouflage military cap and looked back at Zhou Haifeng's back.Turning back, every inch of the face is flying...

Harsh training, the closer to the second half, the more brutal.Everyone is deducting points, and so is Zhou Haifeng.

Xiaoshan Shandong and Wang Mingchong were not eliminated.The instructor gave Wang Mingchong three days. In three days, he could help Xiaoshan improve his grade by one point, and the points could be returned. If he couldn't, the rest of the team would stay and the two of them would get out.

"I accept!" Wang Mingchong replied loudly.There are no cowards who can come here for special training.

After three days, both stayed behind.After that, not only Xiaoshanshan, but even Wang Mingchong and Shan Jun Zhou Haifeng became good comrades-in-arms, this is a later story.

In the jungle, a group of soldiers painted with oil paint and wearing auspicious uniforms were running. Machine guns fired behind them, causing bullet craters one after another at their feet. disuse.The 20-kilometer extreme training in the jungle, as well as the chasing and interception of the base soldiers, pushed everyone's physical fitness and will to the limit.

In the final sprint stage, some people fell down, some smoked from their bodies, some fell down and had no strength to get up again... Xiaoshan couldn't run anymore, Wang Ming rushed over to pick him up and ran away, some people hugged the tree and vomited, and were caught by an empty bag The person hit by the bullet dropped his rucksack and sat down on the ground in frustration...

Everyone is like a lost dog running in the jungle. Shan Jun has already vomited several times, Zhou Haifeng has also vomited, and the firepower is forcing their speed. This is not a 20-kilometer cross-country or march, this is a 20-kilometer extreme dash.

A flash bomb exploded, Shan Jun's eyes were blank, and his feet fell to the ground.

Zhou Haifeng turned his head and rushed back, pulling his body vigorously.

"...I can't...I can't run anymore..." Shan Jun had reached his limit, his mind was blank.

"stand up!"

"...you run away...leave me alone..."

"I said that procrastination will drag you to the end!" Zhou Haifeng's voice pierced through the rain of bullets.