Ding Zhou Ji

The sun rises in the east, and the golden light shines everywhere.The sun begins to rise, shining everywhere.

At this time, Mrs. Meng Gong Yunni was standing alone under the tall and dazzling lintel of the Meng Mansion, watching her husband's official sedan chair slowly go away, just like the more than 7000 mornings that have passed.

Mrs. Meng is in her [-]s, and the years don't seem to have left too many marks on her face. Her skin is still firm and her teeth are white and her eyes are bright.

Although she was no longer as delicate and beautiful as when she was at her daughter's house, her graceful and luxurious demeanor was not comparable to that of a young and immature little girl.

Looking at the red sedan roof disappearing at the corner at the end of the street, Mrs. Meng, who had just changed into plain clothes, showed a slight smile in her sorrowful expression.

From the day she married him, she secretly made a wish:

No matter what happened before, she just wanted to be his first wife, bear children for him, and be with him until old age.

For so many years, he and her have always raised eyebrows and respected each other as guests.

It's a pity that although the husband and wife are harmonious, they have not been able to raise a son and a half daughter, which is the greatest regret in her heart.

However, every time he mentions it, he instead comforts her guilt, saying softly, "With you in this life, my wish is enough."

When all ties with the past are completely severed, she is the only family member left in his life, and also the only family member.

He is lingering and tender with love.Let her see the place she occupies in his heart;

He is loyal with astonishing talent and utter courage.Let father and brother have doubts and guard against him.Gradually transformed into trust and reliance.

He used it all to tell her.for her.He did not hesitate to betray everything in the past.He does not hesitate to bear the eternal infamy.

Mrs. Meng smiled happily from her heart.Turn around and enter the house.For their own husband.Wash away the lead.Vegetarian hand-made soup.

This is a straight and wide avenue.There are no houses on either side.There are no trees either.Only towering parapets.

There are only two fixed times in the morning and one night every day.Someone will pass this way.

And the people passing by here seem to have not changed over the years:

A red official sedan chair, four strong coachmen, and eight guards with knives.

The rising sun shines on everything in the world with vitality and hope, and it also shines on this empty long street and the team slowly moving forward on it.

But the only thing that seems to be unable to shine into is the soft sedan chair made of fine iron, which looks ordinary but is actually full of hidden weapons and murderous intentions.

The middle-aged man sitting in the sedan chair had a face like a crown of jade, with bright eyebrows and starry eyes.Wearing a deep purple brocade suit, with three beautiful long beards.The temperament is elegant and the essence is restrained.

It is none other than the husband Mrs. Meng sent off every day; the traitor who was always cursed by the old people of Dingzhou; the deputy guard of Youzhou that Gong Tuo and his son relied on; it was the "white-faced Zhuge" 20 years ago, and the "white-faced Zhuge" today. White Faced Yama'——Meng Yuqiao.

At this moment, Meng Yuqiao, leaning against the cold and hard car wall with his forehead resting on his hands, was asleep. The pulse is warm.

There is only an indescribable exhaustion and disgust pervading the space that only accommodates one person.

For 20 years, in the great Youzhou of Nuoda, only during the moment when he goes back and forth from the Meng Mansion to the Wang Mansion every day, only in this sedan chair like a death row, can he temporarily take off the layers of masks and reveal his true face. Let yourself see who you really are.

Following a slight jolt of the sedan chair, and a thick and deep voice of "My lord, we're here", Meng Yuqiao slowly opened his slightly closed eyes.

He caressed a small bump on the seat with his left hand, and at the same time adjusted the high crown on his head with his right hand, and then sat up straight.

When the sedan door made of steel plates was moved away little by little, Meng Yuqiao sat upright in the sunshine pouring in:

There is the arrogance of a well-thought-out plan, the slyness that shows no emotion, and the faint trace of bloodthirsty madness in the eyes.

Diancheng Garrison Mansion is located in a separate courtyard of Youwang Mansion, the main reason is naturally for the sake of safety.

When Meng Yuqiao entered the mansion, he went straight to the confidential meeting room. According to reports from relevant officials, the garrison had been waiting for him there for a long time.

Gong Shengqiang was tall and strong, dressed in a military uniform, with dark skin, thick eyebrows and leopard eyes, and a beard.

From the appearance alone, it is almost carved out of the same mold as the late old prince.

The slight difference between the father and son is that, compared to his father's staunchness and uprightness, he would rather bend than bend, Gong Shengqiang knows how to be flexible, and he can be said to be rough in handling things.

And this point is often concealed by his rough and heroic appearance, so few people know it.

"Oh, you're here!" Meng Yuqiao had just arrived at the entrance of the hall when he was pulled in by Gong Shengqiang who heard the sound.

"What's the rush this early in the morning?"

"Didn't I mention to you some time ago that my cousin is coming?"

While watering a potted plant in the hall, Meng Yuqiao casually replied:

"Oh... isn't it our new prince! Isn't everything already arranged?"

Gong Shengqiang doesn't look as carefree and relaxed as he does:

"But I just received a secret report that my little cousin doesn't seem to be as easy to deal with as we knew before."

Meng Yuqiao paused slightly: "Secret report? How do you say that?"

"He has already planted eyeliner among the bandits in Wanjue Mountain without anyone knowing it!"

"Oh?" Meng Yuqiao frowned, put down the kettle, paced around with hands behind his back, and muttered:

"This Prince Yi, Gong Weiyi, didn't he set foot in Kyushu for the first time two months ago? Even if he is not as unlearned and incompetent as the information in our hands said, he is not so powerful that he can In such a short period of time, you can make a difference in our Youzhou territory?"

As soon as the voice fell, his pacing also happened to stop in front of Gong Shengqiang:

"Could this secret report be for false intimidation, or even deliberately to provoke?"

"What you said is not unreasonable..."

Gong Shengqiang was made a little anxious by his analysis, and cursed in a rough voice:

"His grandma's! It's a good thing to send a little doll to get in the way!"

"That can never be said again!"

Meng Yuqiao hurriedly raised his hand to stop his further remarks, first glanced outside the hall, and then said with a serious expression:

"Remember, from now on, you must never be as unscrupulous as before!"

"Bird! This is my home!"

Gong Shengqiang immediately roared loudly, but finally softened under Meng Yuqiao's gaze.

I had no choice but to smack off the corner of the desk which was an inch thick with a palm, and barely lowered my voice and said in a muffled voice:

"Fucking useless! Father's revenge has not been avenged yet, and now there is such a thing that needs to be messed around!"

Meng Yuqiao just shook his head faintly, sighed, and didn't say much.

After Gong Shengqiang waited for the resentment to subside, he remembered the urgent matter that needed to be discussed:

"By the way, I haven't told you yet. The person who gave me the secret report said that my cousin's eyeliner is Kong Xiao, the third master of 'Lianyunzhai'!

How evil do you think this kid is? He was able to install the eyeliner in Lianyun Village, which has never been able to get in! And he is actually the famous third master!

His grandma, if this incident is true, I think we can all fucking kill each other!"

Invisible

This small mountain village is beautiful at night.

There are thousands of lights in the distant towns; there are Lingling wave lights in the nearby streams.There is a bright moon hanging high in the night sky; there is a sky full of stars within reach.

Since ancient times, we have always been able to see many things from this gem embedded in the night.

You can see the direction, you can see the seasons; you can see the vast Milky Way, you can see the love of Cowherd and Weaver Girl;

For us, these twinkling treasures are gods living in heaven, and they are the words that God communicates with us.

But I can't see anything.

This is a home that has lost its master.

Here live parents who have lost their sons.

A wife without a husband.

A son without a father.

For old people, I was the one who took their son.

For women.I'm the one who took her husband away.

For children.I'm the one who took his father away.

For this home.I'm the one who took the pillars out of it.

The old man said: "Our son is loyal to the country. He deserves to die."

The woman said: "My husband died in battle. He was a hero."

The child said: "You villain. Give me back my father!"

This family said: "The pillars are gone, they are about to collapse, they are about to collapse!"

I looked into the old man's dry, cloudy eyes.

I watched the woman's tears rolling down my face.

I looked at the bitter hatred in the child's eyes.

I looked at the dilapidated roof blowing in the wind.

I, can't see anything.

introduction

In fact, the original impulse to write this book came from "My Leader, My Regiment".

Whether it is TV or novels, the shock and perception brought to me are unprecedented.

So I wanted to write a story about persistence, struggle, unyielding, commitment, debt, life...

Helplessly, there is only a little bit of ink in my chest, and I will hate the book when it is time to use it... Until now, I have deviated more and more from the original intention and feeling.Tears run one first...

For the time being, I have to put some of my thoughts about this work that I wrote before, and I hope that interested friends can find even a little bit of their own touch from it.

The following content is to re-narrate the main line of the story from the perspective of the two main characters.

Although there is only a big framework, I believe that even friends who have not read the original work can understand the content and emotions expressed in it.

i take you home

The Story of Dragon Article and Meng Fanle in "My Leader, My Regiment"

Meng got annoyed: The person who asked us to kill a Japanese soldier with a pair of underpants must be a lunatic.Our leader is Yu Xiaoqing, he is not our leader, he is just a lunatic.

Long Wenwen: This group of rout soldiers with only a pair of underpants left is not waiting to die, but is still trying to kill the Japanese soldiers as much as possible.Since they still have the courage to fight, come with me, my Chinese soldiers.I am their regiment commander, because I now carry the rank of lieutenant colonel on my shoulders.

Meng is annoyed: This lunatic actually asked me to be his messenger! I hate him, I hated him from the first time I saw him.Because he can see right through my damn eyes.I just want to stay away from him, but he actually asked me to be his messenger within three meters, go within three meters of him!

Long Wenwen: This young lieutenant looked very angry, suspicious of all anger.He was the leader of the group, and he clearly didn't believe me.Well, just in case, let him be an orderly by my side.

Meng is annoyed: I must kill this lunatic, he is leading a dozen of us, painted in black and black and wearing only a pair of underpants, to hit the devil's gun! I came here just to survive, limbs Live healthy, since I was deceived by another victory lie, now I just want to return to Zenda alive, not follow a lunatic to die! I successfully instigated all of us to mutiny, until I saw Li Wula.

Long Wenwen: I lied to them by saying that I would take them to the airport and then go back to China. No, I’m not lying. I’ll take them there, but I have to fight the devils first.I could see that the Japanese were dazzled by the victory, and the long front had already exceeded their load.However, my Chinese soldiers were terrified. They didn't believe that I could lead them to defeat the devils. They just wanted to run away and go home quickly. Just like the countless defeats before, we lost to ourselves.Until I saw Li Wula.

Meng is annoyed: I watched Li Wula being shot to death slowly by the little devil as a game bet.I watched my compatriots die screaming one by one under the butcher's knife of the invaders.We followed Milong and that lunatic to the Japanese soldiers with live ammunition, we bit our fists and teeth with sticks, we didn't care about anything, we just wanted to kill these beasts.We won.

Long Wenwen: Later I found out that the Chinese soldier who was shot by the devil was a fellow of Milong.No wonder their anger even surpassed mine at the time.As long as the Chinese can be united, as long as they have courage and confidence, they can defeat everything. I have always known this.And the group of guys standing next to the ghost's corpse seemed to be slowly getting to know it.

Meng is annoyed: That lunatic, well, maybe he is not crazy, but he is still hateful, so hateful that he is dead! He is dead and led us to fight a few small victories.We now have more than 300 people, and then we took the British airport from the devils.This kind of victory makes everyone feel like a dream. We have long been accustomed to failure, and we are at a loss in front of victory.

Long Wenwen: The devil's empty city plan is so clumsy that only the British will be scared away.My messenger is Meng Fanle, a scholar who has been fighting for four years and is still a scholar, and he is also a scholar who can speak English. I really picked up a treasure.He joked and recited a few lines of "Youth China" to me that day, and I watched him throw away his armor and armor in front of his ideals.He was young, and although he always acted old, he just refused to admit that he never gave up hope.This kid has a bad mouth and a cynical and impatient personality. It should really make him more annoying than annoying.

Meng is annoyed: dead, and the British army brought us urgently needed supplies.Repelled several Japanese attacks.He also taught Milong the damage move of the machine gun.I found Dr. Ying to heal my legs.I've never seen a guy with such excess energy.Seems to never have to sleep.Although he tried his best to give us a rest.However, the damn Brit proved that he was just a fake head.At a time when I have almost begun to rejoice to have such a leader.

Long Wenwen: Yes.I'm a fake Dichuan Legion commander.Since the British have confirmed from our army that we are a non-existent force at all.There will be no further assistance.There is no need to keep this position any longer.Only Fanla knows that I am a fake Tuanzai.He didn't tell anyone.Just let me go as far as I can in a hurry.I understand his anger.I appreciate his kindness.I can't go.They followed me towards the Japanese.Now I'm taking them home.

Meng is annoyed: he is not crazy.He is a liar.He really is not our head.No.He is crazy.Only a lunatic would do such a thing.Damn it.I knew he was going to kill us.I knew I should kill him early in the morning.I look at him.I obviously want to kill him.But why did I just tell him to leave here quickly to avoid court-martial.

is land.I don't want him to die.I want him to keep walking us like this.He showed us victory.He gives us hope.Now he's taking it all again.I vent my anger.His playful expression gradually turned into an unfathomable calm.I calm down.He looked up at his profile in the shadows."I'll take you home," he said.

Long Wenwen: When retreating, we encountered an ambush by devils in the jungle.Resistance is futile in this case.It will only be practiced as a target.I took them back to the top of the mountain.More than 40 of us died.Including wanting hemp.I learned to talk to Bula and Doubing in a numb tone.I use the dead to tell the living to stop being careless and resigned to fate

I looked at the corpses of those Chinese soldiers down the mountain.Their bones can no longer return home.Can only rot slowly in this exotic jungle.

They died fighting for their country, and their loyal souls should not be here forever.Come home, my comrades, and watch us from heaven.We are still alive, we are still struggling in the mud, we will fulfill your unfulfilled wishes.

Meng is annoyed: I am about to die, so suddenly.We retreated to the top of the mountain, another fiasco.What is there to be depressed about, this is our destiny.Shila started to play tricks, only Douban would believe that he really wanted to be numb when he saw it.He cursed the British, the Japanese, and us all through the mouth of a dead man, and he was justified, but so what.

Meng is annoyed: we continue to retreat to the border, everyone is vomiting blood from exhaustion, only this guy is jumping up and down like a monkey.

The crazy monkey has led us into a larger wave of routs, oh no, he wants to bring a large number of routs into us, he wants an army of his own, he is really crazy monkey

Those bastard things that Milong did should be shot, but we didn't expect that Milong would really be shot.The group of us who followed him from the very beginning almost suspected that he was trying to make an example to the monkeys to cross the river and demolish the bridge. We were all worried about Milong's life and death, and we were all accusing and questioning the person who decided Milong's life and death.

In the end he released Milong, but he fell down before my eyes.

I saw that the confidence, belief and emotion that we had destroyed with our joint efforts were all fragmented and piled up on his face.When I realized that he was dead, I realized that this never-ending crazy monkey has become the backbone and pillar of us all.

At that moment, my fear and despair were unprecedented.

Long Wenwen: I'm tired.So be it, my life.I'm already tired of this world, I should have given up a long time ago, right?But after all, I am still not reconciled, for those even a little bit of hope.Just like the group of people I saw in the Burmese warehouse, they are ignorant and cowardly, but they have the courage to fight to the death without fear of death.Because they have such a strong desire to live, just like all my compatriots who are struggling and struggling in the devastated land of the motherland.

I took them to fight against the devils, I let them see victory, I let them ignite hope.But I also sent them to a dead end.

At the airport, in the jungle, did those who died willingly have no regrets?

Milong is my best machine gunner, he really deserves to die, but do I really want to kill him? Is it true that I killed him for the sake of power as they think?

In any case, what right do I have to decide the life and death of others? Why should I use other people's lives as the price for what I care about and what I insist on?

I'm just a person, I'm just a person who should have died long ago.I can't change anything, I can't do anything, what is there to miss.

I'm tired, I'm weary, I give up.

Meng troubled: The moment I saw him open his eyes, I thanked all the gods I could think of, including the land mother-in-law and the kitchen prince.

Now I am willing to follow within three meters of him, watching this crazy monkey jumping up and down and screaming, busy kicking thousands of people who are collapsing out of formation.

I'm laughing and I'm happy.I don't think about the vicissitudes, boredom, bitterness and heaviness that I saw in his just opened eyes, I just think about dying, we have a team again, we have legs again, we will not collapse without a fight.

We can go home alive.

Long Wenwen: I can't float.The sound of the devil's cannon, the cries of the veterinarian, the annoying shouts, and the fear, confusion, depression, and despair that permeated the surroundings weighed heavily on me.

I can't go to the sky, I still have to stay in the mud.

I promised to take them home, I can't die, at least not now.

Fanla was laughing, even though he was laughing when he said bastard.Then I really saw a lot of bastards, including this kid.

Thank you, my brothers, for coming home with us.

Meng is bored: We lay exhausted on the land on the east bank, watching his back kneeling towards the South Tianmen, and listening to his murmured chanting.Then we all stared blankly at Nantianmen, there were twelve of us in total.

One day and one night, one group, more than 1000 people, and more than 1000 graves.

When Shi Lai turned around and rushed back to Nantian Gate, the half of his face that had just been slapped was burning hot.

He threw shame in every one of our faces.As a soldier, the shame of turning your back on the enemy and facing the common people.

With this kind of shame, we slammed ourselves into the Nantian Gate and slammed into the devils. We faced the enemy's tanks and artillery and let all the people crossing the river only see our fallen backs.

From the moment I turned around I knew it was a dead end.

We roared and ran wildly on this road, and the road was covered with the corpses of us and the enemy.I watched fewer and fewer comrades-in-arms around me, but no one retreated.This is the first time I've seen us rushing into a battle we know we're losing, with high spirits rather than collapse.

When I was ready to die in battle and felt lucky to be able to die like this, the dead started to take us away again.

We fled so badly that we lost our armor and armor, and we fled until there were only twelve living people left.

Now, he finally stood up and turned to us and said, "Let's go, I'll take you home"

Long Wenwen: I broke the rope that Milong was desperately pulling up, I broke their only retreat, their only way of life.

I lied to them that there were only a few devil scouts on the Nantianmen. I lied to them to fight against the Japanese vanguard who had an absolute advantage. Died in Nantianmen, died in battle one step away from home.

More than 1000 lives, I cheated.

I killed them, I killed more than 1000 of my brothers, I failed to bring them home, I threw them at the Nantianmen, I let their corpses be exposed at the feet of the devils.

I owe more than 1000 lives.

At that time, under such circumstances, we are the closest to the devils, and we are the closest to the people. We can only choose to use our bodies as a barrier to separate the devils from the people.

Because we are soldiers, a group of people who stand at the forefront of the war and bear the artillery fire to face death.

More than 1000 brothers died in battle, but I am still alive.

The people crossed the river, and defenses were built on the east bank. We only had more than 100 people left, and we ran out of ammunition and food.

We are not afraid of death, but we can't die for the sake of death. I can't let anyone who followed me to the Nantian Gate die in vain.

I looked at the faint white mist lingering on the top of Nantianmen Peak, it was the heroic spirit of the brothers who died in battle.

They didn't go to heaven, they were guarding the Nantian Gate, and they were waiting for us to fight back.

Across the torrential Nujiang River, I swear with the heroic spirits of all the brothers: We, the first survivors, will return to the Nantian Gate, kill all the Japanese invaders, restore our country, and bury my loyal bones!

Now, I say to the twelve living people: "Go, I will take you home".

Meng is annoyed: I saw my regiment leader again, one month after the incident.Oh, no, it should be said that I saw my former head again.A former real head and a former false head.

Two months ago, the former real head sent us to Burma, and one month ago, the former false head took us back to Zenda;

A month ago, the former real regiment leader took away the former false regiment leader;

Now, the former real head is in the pre-trial false head.

Well, I don't know what I was thinking either.

My head was being tossed and confused by the flash of memories. I believe that the other cannon fodder around me are not much better than me, and some people are even crying.

It's all because of that damned former pseudo-tuanzao, damn it.

The guy who we thought was dead is now standing in front of us, but he might be dragged out and shot in no time.Damn guy, he's damned.

We managed to come back alive.

Tens of thousands of people died in Myanmar, and 1000 people died in Nantianmen, but we are still alive.

Not only are we alive, we're alive and well.We don’t have to do anything but eat, sleep, and nonsense every day. We don’t have to think about anything except two meals a day. We live happier than pigs.

We have long forgotten the tropical jungle where no matter how we walked, we forgot about Xingtiandu, we forgot about the Nujiang River, we forgot that Li Wula asked for Makangya bean cakes, we forgot about the day and night at Nantianmen, and we forgot about Nantianmen. a thousand graves.

We had long since forgotten all this, from the moment he was taken from us.

But now he is standing in front of us again, with the same detestable demeanor, scolding us as "scumbags".

So we found out that we hadn't forgotten anything.

Damn it, damn it guy.

Damn my head, don't die, take us back, don't die.

Long Wenwen: This group of guys who came back alive from Nantianmen with me are all poking there one by one.

The clothes have been changed, the face has been washed, and everyone is clean and smooth. It seems that the little days of this month have been going well.Sure enough, Yu Xiaoqing was trustworthy and did not treat them badly.Seeing the expressions on their faces when they saw a living ghost, they must have thought that I had been shot to death long ago.

It was only when I was put in handcuffs and escorted into the car that I realized exactly that the military law I committed was a death crime that cannot be pardoned.

Before that, because one could die anytime, anywhere, being shot was indeed not the number one among all kinds of death methods.Sitting in the car, looking at the jubilant people of Zenda and the twelve stunned guys, the only thing I thought was that this way of death is too extravagant, the bullet that hit me should have hit the head of the devil occupying the Nantianmen superior.

Nantianmen.My brethren, I cannot fulfill our oath, sorry.

As a result, I was just locked up.

The month of being imprisoned was a quiet experience that I had never experienced in my life.No wandering, no precarity, no killing, no fleeing, no death, no parting.

I am the only one who stays quietly in that small and cold prison, remembering all the memories that cannot be forgotten

Now I narrate my memory, which is fragmented, messy and even ridiculous.In this place where life and death are fixed, I am undoubtedly a lunatic who can't wait to die.

I'm betting that someone can understand.Regardless of whether it is the three high-ranking judges or not; betting that even if I am shot immediately, my death will not be in vain; I am still betting on Yu Xiaoqing, the Chinese Communist whose eyes are always burning with hatred and death.Bet that his enthusiasm for war can make him dare to use someone like me to fight another battle that will kill him.

Yes, I am betting my life, I am begging for my life, I want to live.

I want to use this life to fight back to Nantianmen, I can't die.

Meng is annoyed: I watched the dog meat that everyone had exhausted looking for was coming towards me at the speed of a dog shell.It suddenly occurred to me that on the rainy day when I was about to leave Zenda, I saw this dog shell flying in the rain.

He was going to see someone off, which I didn't realize until now.

At that time, my regiment leader was Yu Xiaoqing, and we were his Sichuan Army.

We are about to enter Myanmar with all kinds of sophisticated weapons and equipment. We will have enough food to eat, field hospitals, devils to kill, and victory that we never dared to think about but are always thinking about.These are what Yu Xiaoqing said.

He was our regiment leader in Zenda for a week, but we were never his Sichuan army.So all we got was a pair of underpants, and a lonely situation where we had no direction to escape, and no place to bury our dead.

Oh, no, we also got a lunatic who took us a group of defeated soldiers and took the airport out of the jungle to the Nantian Gate to return to Zenda; a lunatic who forced us to risk our lives to fight such a battle of cutting off children and grandchildren, but let the only one left The few living people who live in debt are bastards all the time.

He is the person who saw Gou Rou off that day, Gou Meat is his only family member, and he is our pseudo-regiment leader.

I stared blankly at the dog shell hitting my lower abdomen, and then stared blankly at him turning around and blasting out.Then, while I was busy bending into a shrimp, I scolded: "Your uncle! You are too late even if you are a cannonball that can hit Huangquan Road! He didn't know which mouse nest he was reincarnated into!".

He is dead.Everything he said in the trial court is enough to shoot him seven or eight times, and with the help of us scum, Yu Xiaoqing is afraid that he will break his heart.

This time we are finally convinced that he must be dead.So we lived a life of eating, sleeping and talking nonsense again, but thanks to him, we can no longer lose our memory.

He made us remember everything, he made us live in these memories with no peace, and then he died.

Dog meat, good dog meat, if you can really chase him to hell, I beg you to bring him back.At least, he's going to tell us how to be at peace.

However, Dog Cannonball didn't go to Huangquan Road, but sat there obediently, because a guy who should have died a hundred and eight thousand times said to him: "Sit down!".

Brand-new military uniform, the eye-catching rank of lieutenant colonel, and still the virtue of hating ghosts and hating death.

He pretended to be a villain and said to us: "I am your leader"

My head, our group, our head.

Long Wenwen: I watched with satisfaction that the dog meat knocked the restless Fanla into big shrimps, I was satisfied with stopping the dog meat from trying to repeat the old scheme against me, I showed off my new outfit with satisfaction, I watched with satisfaction Seeing that the faces of those dejected guys once again showed the expressions of seeing ghosts.

Yes, I won my bet.

In the trial court, when Fanla told Yu Xiaoqing that "he learned to fight in defeat", when they heard what I said and felt heartbroken, when they desperately tried to save me in their own way, I The bet won.

They understand that they are not the ones who decide the life and death of others, they can't even control their own life and death, but they understand:

In this war, all people are innocent.

We don't hesitate to die for what we need to protect, but we don't deserve to die.We go to kill and desperately kill others and be killed by others, not because we like to kill and die, but because we want to live.

We die to live, not to die.

Yu Xiaoqing didn't understand or didn't bother to understand, he only cared about how I learned to fight.To him, it was obviously nonsense to learn to fight among the dead in the midst of defeat, so he decided that I was a "genius of hand-to-hand combat."

"Genius", "God's will", "fate".

Well, my life, I take it.

I should use my life to knock down the Nantianmen, this is the consensus reached by Yu Xiaoqing and me.I won the bet.

Now I say to them: "I am your captain"

My regiment, our regiment, my brothers.

Meng Annoyed: We saw Kang Ya again.

Two months after we came back alive from Nantianmen, two months after we left him at Nantianmen, and two months after we buried him under the soil layer of Nantianmen.

I can't see Kang Ya's face, even with a telescope.Kang Ya's face is full of dirt, water, and mud, which I can't see.

"I can't see~~I can't see~~I can't see~..." Kang Ya said to us.

Why let us see Kang Ya, why let us see Kang Ya falling apart in the precipitousness of Nantianmen and falling apart in the turbulent Nujiang River, why let us see Nantianmen.

Dead is not dead, dead became our team leader, dead took us to see these, dead why not die.

Why are we still alive, why don't we die in Nantianmen, why can we just watch the bones of our comrades being abused by devils at will.

How can we repay our debts, when can we repay our debts, my commander.

Long Wenwen: I brought them to see the Nantian Gate, so that they could see the Japanese preparing to build fortifications there, so as to arouse their fighting spirit.I didn't expect them to see this, what a cruel bastard I am.

Kang Ya, a Shanxi soldier, was one of the group of people I met in the Burmese warehouse, and one of the more than 1000 people who died in the battle at Nantianmen. This is my entire impression of him.

But to them, Kang Ya is a brother who cooks cabbage and pork stewed vermicelli together.Fanla once told me the story of stewed vermicelli with cabbage and pork.

I let them watch Kang Ya die with their own eyes, and I let them bury Kang Ya with their own hands.Now I let them watch Kang Ya's bones being trampled like this but they can't do anything