[Tuyan] Yimu

Gunshots.

The snow fell sporadically, and the bullets roared far faster than the wild geese in the cold wind.From the gaps in the feathers came the whirring sound that ripped through the air, like the final blow of a horn to the battle of a new day.

The watchman watched in disgust the sniper next to him—the murderer of the wild goose—put away his scope, whistled in satisfaction, and left the shooting position.There is no extra water to wash the body, and the gunpowder smoke from yesterday and even last week still remains on the clothes.The smell of death is so strong that it is suffocating.He frowned, endured the disgusting smell of decaying corpses from his sense of smell, and continued to lie on the edge of the trench.

The edge of the trench has been swept over by artillery fire several times. The perfect arc when the fortification was excavated is now distorted and broken, turning into a giant python struggling to die after its belly was pierced by a trap.He knew that this place could not last long. On the weeds ten meters outside the trench, there were corpses piled up during the last defensive charge last night.

There may be the last wave of the enemy's offensive, or there may be countless waves.And the remaining number of them can be counted with two hands.

"Where's the ammunition?" He lowered his dry sand voice, his eyes still focused on the thin dust curtain ahead, "How much is left?"

The watchman posed this fatal question to another companion who came quietly beside him.The man looked neither surprised nor frightened. He leaned the bulging gun bag on his back to the trench, glanced at the front of the trench, and said calmly, "How is the wound?"

"Damn Shentu, why are you avoiding the important and taking the light? I ask you where the ammunition is? Do you still have six dozen magazines?" He turned his head and glared at the sniper named Shentu. The gauze just fell into the eyes of the other party.Under the gauze was a scar from a sniper bullet during the defensive battle last night.The bullet would have missed a fraction of the way to the other side of the head, and the man wouldn't have had a chance to rage here now.

Shen Tu's eyes changed, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to hold his head firmly, and tore it effortlessly with the other hand, uncovering the crumbling gauze.As he stared angrily, the new scab that had just formed from the scar burst open again, and a stream of blood flowed out.He was still questioning Shentu about the ammunition, he was stunned by this sudden movement, and he felt a burst of warmth on his forehead without any defense.

Shen Tu quickly lowered his waist to hide his figure, took out a medical bandage from the gun bag, and wrapped up the wound that had just licked off the blood.When putting all the first aid kits back into the bag, he suddenly said, "An Yan, there are still six full magazines and 24 rounds, your gun type."

At this time, the watchman had put away the momentary absence, and his calm eyes monitoring the battlefield ahead suppressed the gloom that surged up.

"Gods don't exist," his voice was eerily lowered.Fighting on the scorched battlefield for weeks, the inhalation of gunpowder and dust permanently damaged his vocal cords.But he continued to speak, using Shen Tu's usual timbre that made his ears restless.

"No matter what the reasons for the high-sounding nonsense of the people above are, it is for peace, for the people, and for their gods." An Yan's eyes caught some black spots in the distance, and he erected them skillfully and carefully, " I just want to live with you."

Only my God.If there is really no hope, even if they die together in this place.

□□The assembly has been completed, and the muzzle that spreads the souls of the dead is firmly extended out of the trench.The voice from the watchman's ears was cold and firm.The short and dignified few words responded to his expectations.

"Yes, mylord."

Countless dense black spots surged up, like a colony of ants seeking death.

gunshots.A long whistle blew across the snow-falling sky.