Fawn

In the beautiful autumn season, Xiaolu rode a black horse and led his troops to set off.

The black horse is a mighty tall horse, its whole body is black into a shiny satin, without a single hair.Flapping its wet nostrils and shaking its bowl-sized hooves, it was dressed up in a brand-new saddle and bridle, and trotted on the dirt road as if carrying a deer on its back, stepping out a cloud of dust.

The little deer has been practicing riding in this barracks for more than two months, and now he is quite able to control the black horse.If he had followed his temperament, he would have been able to gallop forward with the highest speed, but horses have four legs, while soldiers have only two, so they had to walk step by step.And he was alone, even if he ran to the foot of the dog's tail mountain, it was useless.

The little deer held his temper and walked forward while admiring the autumn scenery on the side of the road.The dirt road is straight and straight, and it was made by the people inside and outside the city with their feet for hundreds of years.There are clusters of wild flowers blooming on the roadside that are not afraid of the cold. There are not many varieties of flowers and they are not beautiful, but they bloom very prosperously.

Xiao Lu asked Wu Kui to go down and pick a few white flowers, and picked out the most complete one, and tucked it in the black horse's ear.Zhang Chunsheng was walking beside the horse, but when he saw him, he laughed silently—except for himself, every good thing he saw in the camp had to be decorated.

The team didn't move fast, and it took half a day to walk forty miles.It took another hour to bury the pot for cooking at noon, even eating and resting.Xiaolu reckoned that if he walked for another afternoon, he would be able to reach the foot of the mountain in the evening.There is more than one village at the foot of the mountain, and it is not difficult to find a place to rest, so it is also very appropriate to set off to attack the mountain tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Xiaolu is not in a hurry.On the road again in the afternoon, he walked side by side with a company commander Leng, chatting while walking.Company Commander Leng is not a local, but he has lived here for a long time, and he is almost like a local.Looking around at the surrounding scenery, he said, "Ying Zuo, we walked very fast in the afternoon, and we will be able to see the Dog's Tail Mountain in a while!"

Fawn held the rein happily and nodded: "Gouweishan..."

He finished the words in his heart: "What a vulgar name!"

Not long after this thought flashed, Company Commander Leng suddenly pointed his finger in front of him and yelled: "Ying Zuo, look, I really saw it!"

The little deer held its head high and raised its eyes, and saw a mountain ridge raised in the distance from the plain. The shape really looked like a dog's tail.The mountain is not high, and it stretches long on the horizon. I don’t know what kind of trees are growing in the mountain. In this autumn, the leaves of the trees are red, yellow, green, and black, layer by layer from the foot of the mountain upwards. Dyeing to the top of the mountain, with the blue sky and a few white clouds, the white clouds are penetrated by the golden sunlight, and the clouds also contain light.

The little deer stared blankly, thinking that there is such a beautiful place in the world. A bird whistled and passed over his head. He opened his eyes wide to look at the mountain, and his eyelashes trembled.

He can paint not very authentic watercolors. If he didn't come here with the spirit of a sword, he thought he must find a big rock to sit down, set up a drawing board, adjust the paint, and paint the mountain.

In such a beautiful mountain, there are such ugly bandits living there, Xiaolu's heart to suppress the bandits suddenly became extremely urgent.Originally, he was here to kill, and deep down in his heart, there was still a faint hesitation; but now that hesitation is gone.

He is a doctor, and he came to cut off the cancerous tumors in the mountains, doing justice for the heavens.

In the evening, the first battalion arrived at the foot of Gouwei Mountain and settled down in a village called Langya Village.The name of Langya Village does not sound good, but it is actually an ordinary small village. The poor people in the village rely on the mountains to eat, both farming and picking mountain products.It probably means that the rabbits don’t eat the grass by the side of the nest. The bandits in the mountains are not very harassing to Langya Village. It may also be because Langya Village is always poor. If the bandits want to take advantage of this place, they can only eat people. .

Regarding the matter of suppressing the bandits, the respected elders in Langya Village obviously don't know how to express their stance. All in all, as long as the flames of war don't spread to the village, that's all.

The little deer restrained his subordinates and did not allow the soldiers to force their way into the houses to chase after the women; the villagers judged the situation and sent a lot of old pumpkins and new potatoes with a wink.When there was never enough military rations, the cooking team was inspired by pumpkins and potatoes. They mixed these two things with brown rice, set up firewood and stewed them hard, and made a pot of thick porridge, which was then served with oil and salt sauce. The vinegar has been adjusted to taste, and it tastes good after eating.

Xiaolu ate better, rice and fried shredded potatoes.Zhang Chunsheng folded all the food into a large bowl so that he could study the topographic map of Gouwei Mountain while eating.

At first, he was full of fighting spirit and wanted to take down Gouwei Mountain in one fell swoop; however, after looking closely at the topographic map, he found that Gouwei Mountain is so big that hundreds of his own people entered the mountain, not to mention suppressing bandits, maybe You can't even find the face of the bandit, and you will even be wiped out by the bandit in a daze.

I didn't have a good day, but there was a reason to rush eighty miles to die.Fawn has lived comfortably these past few months, especially unwilling to die.Chewing the shredded potatoes with his mouth closed, he began to think about it.

After thinking about it for more than an hour, Xiaolu called the three company commanders under his command over and held a secret meeting.At the end of the meeting, the whole battalion set up camp without mentioning the war, and went to sleep after eating.

In the afternoon of the next day, several large carriages drove over from the direction of the county seat. There were tall wooden boxes stacked on the carriages. The boxes were all rectangular, and the tops were tightly covered with oilcloth.The heavily armed soldiers were holding the carriage, and it was obvious that the carriage was loaded with valuables.

The wooden boxes were unloaded in the temporary camp, and besides the oilcloth, a layer of straw was added to the surface.Soldiers were surrounded all around, guarding in shifts around the clock.

On this day, everything was peaceful up and down the mountain. After one night, the big carriages came again one after another.

Xiaolu let out the wind, saying that the battalion commander thought that Gouwei Mountain was too big, and going up the mountain rashly would be dangerous, so he had already sent a telegram to Shangfeng Chief, asking for support.In a few days, reinforcements will arrive from Chahar.Before the arrival of reinforcements, the battalion commander first transported the guns and ammunition from the city to his hand, so as not to be restricted by the ammunition when he got it.

This statement is reasonable, and no one can raise any objections.The soldiers didn't disturb the people, they just collect a lot of pumpkins and potatoes every day, but to the villagers, as long as the pumpkins and potatoes, Mr. Qiuba is as pure and kind as an angel.

Xiaolu piled up weapons boxes like a hill in the camp, and at the same time stood still.During the day he stood in the sun looking at the flowers, the grass, and the mountains. At night, he slept in his clothes in the battalion. The camp was a new thatched house.

In the previous few nights, Xiaolu slept well, but this night he suffered from insomnia.Lying quietly on the cool kang in the thatched cottage, he heard there was silence outside the door at first, then Wu Kui probably thought he was fast asleep, so he began to chatter with people, all of them were not good, and none of them could make him leave. It's a woman's, and it's bad in detail. There are some words that most people would be ashamed to even write, but Wu Kui blurted them out loudly, as if they were about to ooze oil from his mouth.

"That guy is so fucking like a live donkey!" He was commenting on a colleague in a blunt manner: "Later, Xiaofeng hid when he saw him, and didn't show his face even if he was paid.

As soon as this remark came out, there was a low laugh immediately, and one of them muttered like a whisper: "Damn Xiaofeng is about to let him die!"

Another person said: "Ming told you it was 'Little Seam'."

Wu Kui laughed and began to cough, as if he was choking on his own saliva.

By the time he finished coughing, the others had had enough of laughing. These people changed the subject and co-authored that when they couldn't find a prostitute to vent their anger, they were willing to hook up with the tender child soldiers.At this point, the words became thicker, and Xiaolu could understand one sentence after listening to five sentences, and kept the remaining four sentences in his heart, and slowly reacted one sentence at a time.

A fire began to burn slowly in the little stomach, it was so warm that it made people feel itchy and unable to exert force.Fawn usually never touches his lower body except when he takes a bath and goes to the toilet.But today he subconsciously stretched out his hand, and through a layer of military trousers and a layer of underwear, he grabbed himself with both eggs and eggs.

His thing is not delicate, it almost became a display.Not completely, but almost, almost completely.It is not polite to treat a lump of cold meat. He spread his legs on his back, grabbed the thing and rubbed it vigorously, and suddenly he felt a jolt as he rubbed it. The guy didn't harden, but there seemed to be a tendon in his stomach. Like a spasm, it started to hurt faintly.

Frustrated, Xiao Lu let go of his hands and went to rub his lower abdomen.The crotch seems to be a little wet, because my broken gun is not completely unconscious. Occasionally, when I am happy, some transparent water can flow out, not much, just a drop or two.

The deer is rarely excited, maybe not once or twice a year.After the excitement, he was often sad to death.There is no reason to be excited, and there is no reason to be sad.

He sat up against the earthen wall, the autumn night was very cold, fortunately he was in good health and his clothes were neatly dressed.Hugging his knees and bowing his head, he closed his eyes and took deep breaths secretly until all the emotions subsided until he regained his composure.

But just as he was oscillating between the presence and absence of emotions, there was a sudden movement outside the door.And the beginning of this movement was a gunshot.

The midnight in the country was so still that the shot was worth a thunderbolt!Xiaolu jumped off the kang without thinking, and opened the door with the pistol on his waist: "What's going on?!"

Wu Kui held a pistol in one hand, and raised the other hand to stop the deer, pretending to protect him.Seeing that he didn't know anything, Xiaolu was about to run out again. At this moment, a company commander ran over panting, his voice almost ecstatic: "Yingzuo, they are here! They are here!"