Ding Zhou Ji

It is possible to keep him.I'm so damn stupid.

He is so young, he still has a future, he still has dreams, he still has hope.He should be alive, he should be alive to see what he believes in come true bit by bit in his own hands.

Such a young life should not disappear like this, so young.

When I met him, I was waiting in the teahouse for the war anti-aircraft gun that was about to be scrapped.

At that moment I was very tired and at a loss, I just wanted to just sit there and wait forever.

And he was carrying a big bookcase full of teahouses to ask the old man in Zenda to inquire about the events in Xiuheshun Town on the other side.I looked interesting, so I asked him to chat.

The little guy was very curious about everything, and when he saw that I was wearing a military uniform, he desperately pestered me to ask about guns, guns, positions, and everything about fighting.He said that he wanted to be a soldier to fight devils, he said that we cannot sit here and wait for devils to attack, he said that we will definitely win, because "right" things will definitely come true.

He was so energetic and enthusiastic.When I look at him, I feel that I have the courage and ability to face everything again.But he can't come to my regiment, he can't even stay in Zenda, although I would like to see him often and draw a little strength from him.Because what he believes in here can only bring him danger.

I want him to go to Sichuan. At his age, he should study hard in the rear.But he was going to the place closest to the devil to kill the devil with real swords and guns.

I followed the road he told me and crossed Jiang, because I believed that people like him would not lie to harm others.

I'm really happy to see him finally find his place.

But now, he died because of my negligence.

I will remember him shouting "Young China, there is hope!"I will try to find the "hope" he believes in.

Meng is annoyed: I lowered my eyebrows, held my breath, and poked myself into a genuine "grass bun" according to Yu Xiaoqing's request, while watching my regiment leader "beg for food" with Master Yu.

The Sichuan Army Corps is under the Yu Division, and Yu Xiaoqing is the commander of the Yu Division.But Yu Xiaoqing never regarded the Sichuan Army as a part of the Yu division, so he is the commander of the Yu division and not my division commander.I think my understanding must also be in line with his wishes.

I don't know why I have to stay here, it's not to show me how he can easily upset Yu Xiaoqing again and again, but he can still survive until now.

For example, this unauthorized action, which should have been shot, has now become the capital of his "begging".Because we brought back front-line military intelligence.

That's right, we went to the West Bank not only for my parents, but also to investigate the enemy's situation there.

My regimental leader has indeed been working.Even though it seemed that we were going to perish forever on the slope of Jiqi, he never gave up making various preparations to fight back to Nantianmen.

I suddenly remembered the day when I got the anti-aircraft artillery back, he looked at us sadly amid the deafening sound of the artillery, and in the pouring sand, he beat his chest desperately, and he told us that his heart ached.

He is heartbroken that we are resigned to our fate, waiting for death carelessly; he is heartbroken that we will still trust again without hesitation in the face of a despicable enemy who has cheated countless times.

Yes, how can we believe that such a beast that occupies our country and kills our compatriots, and never forgets to destroy our country and our nation, will really show all its plots openly?

Just like Nantianmen, that weird reverse slope, that hidden shadow in the deep forest.

I couldn't help but shudder suddenly.

Long Wenwen: I used an unrecognizable map that was altered by me to avoid my military law and save my life.

As long as Yu Xiaoqing knows that what I do is to counterattack and fight against devils, he will not do anything to me. This is a soldier who has war in his blood.Besides, he is in a surprisingly good mood today, which can be regarded as my luck.

When I went to the division headquarters to lead the anti-aircraft artillery that day, I stopped by the war room to find Yu Xiaoqing to try to sharpen some heavy weapons.As a result, Yu Xiaoqing didn't see it, but snatched a copy of the Japanese firepower distribution map on the West Bank from the empty war room.

This map is very detailed and professional, and it looks like it was made by soldiers who have received relevant formal military training, and most of the information is obviously obtained from high-altitude investigations, which shows that it was drawn jointly by Yu Division and the US military, and it also represents accurate authority and foolproof.

However, this makes me very uneasy.

Because everything on the picture is what we can see, that is to say, it is all put on the bright side by the Japanese army.

After fighting for so many years, we always believed what the enemy sent us to see.Then they took out the hidden trump card and beat us to a complete defeat. This trick has been repeated countless times, but it still works until now.

Maybe our nation is too old, we have already learned to forgive in the long rise and fall of honor and disgrace, and we have learned to forget in the long river of suffering for thousands of years.

We are willing to forgive enemies, we are willing to forget hatred, because we are kind and we are tolerant.

However, "when our generosity is misunderstood as cowardice, when our benevolence becomes the reason for them to forget their sins, the only thing that can leave a memory for the Japanese is the price of blood."

So we went to the West Bank, for the annoying parents, and also for the things that the Japanese were unwilling to show us.

I guessed right, I saw it too.

Although it is not clear how much firepower is hidden in Nantianmen, I am sure that those poisonous tongues in the darkness will kill us ten times or even a hundred times as much as that on this map.

The trump card, Nantianmen.

Meng is annoyed: I am lying on the peak of Jiqi Slope, looking up at the starry sky above my head.

Since ancient times, we have been able to see many things from this gem embedded in the night.Can see the direction, can see the season, can see the vast Milky Way, can see the love of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, can see the ups and downs of emperors and generals, and can see the changing impermanence of the world.For us, these shining treasures are the gods living in the heaven, and they are the words that God communicates with us.

However, the beautiful legends that we have imagined for thousands of years are now proved by the advanced technology of the West to be just an unknown luminous body infinitely far away from us.

The Western world is good at using the technology it has mastered to make everything concrete and practical.But we would rather pursue the seemingly illusory beauty and stick to it for thousands of years.

Just like we only turn gunpowder into gorgeous fireworks that bloom instantly, but we don't think of making it a massacre weapon that blasts open the gates of other countries.

Seeing the growing power of the West, my father became more and more distressed that the people of the country were addicted to all kinds of falsehoods and did not know how to wake up. Since I was young, I wanted to completely cut off my bad roots.

As a result, the stars became increasingly scattered and colder in my eyes, almost indistinguishable from the rocks on the ground.

Until my regiment leader told me "the dead are in the sky, watching us".

There are so many stars in the current night sky, and so many people have died, I don't know if living there will feel a bit crowded.

I'm desperately looking for which one is Kang Ya, which one is for numbness, which ones are the brothers who died in Nantianmen and which ones are...

Also, the little bookworm Master Shihang who died yesterday set off firecrackers... Where are they? Are they asking me again "When did I hit the West Bank"?

I whispered to the starry sky, "You guys, silence all our complaints, deprive us of the last excuse to escape, and fill our minds with only one thing - call back, call back Go to the West Bank. But can you tell me what should we do? What should I do to help my regiment leader?"

In the face of Yu Xiaoqing who is determined to fight to the death, my regiment leader, what can you do?

Long Wenwen: "In the face of a national crisis, how can we just sit back and watch?"

Yu Xiaoqing asked me to sit here, let me look at Nantianmen, and made me feel ashamed of myself for "sit and watch".

I feel ashamed, but not because of "sit and watch".

It's because of those people who would rather die than be recruited and flee into the mountains to become almost savages, because of those uninhabited villages full of desolation and horror, because of those guys who used weapons from a century ago to fight the devils but never give up, because of those who used to The only request from those who ordered us to leave was that we fight back with the weapons in our hands.

After returning from Nantianmen, because of the debts I owed, I never wanted to recapture Nantianmen, as a sacrifice to the thousand heroic spirits who died in battle.

Now, I am even more ashamed of the soldier who lost his country and abandoned the people, and I can't wait to rush to the other side to fight the devils to the death.

However, it was not my life alone that was lost by doing so, but the lives of thousands of soldiers.

No one has the right to risk someone else's life.I didn't, and neither did Yu Xiaoqing.

Yes, our current strength is many times higher than when we participated in the Burma Campaign last time.

We have the most advanced weapons and equipment provided by our allies in the United States, as well as military intelligence and fire assistance from the US Air Force; we have cannons, tanks, and various light and heavy weapons; At the end of the battle, it seems that everything is heralding our victory.

However, there is also Nantianmen.

If we don't know how many poisonous tricks the Japanese hid there to kill us, it is tantamount to letting our soldiers die in vain.

Every inch of our land has been soaked with the blood of these young people in their teens and 20s. Should we continue to fight hard without cherishing it?

If everything is gone, even if our victory is won, what about the future?

What do we rely on to rebuild our homeland, and what do we rely on to reshape the national soul?

I know Yu Xiaoqing doesn't want to hear these depressing words of "fear of war" and "cowardice of war", he has long been impatient to wait for the counterattack.

All he wants is someone who can be with him, even if he fights with the devil and dies, he also wants to cut off his head.

If, now, I were alone, I would fight alongside him without hesitation.I would rather fight to the death to repay my confidant.

However, my life and his life no longer belong to me.

In the end, I still failed to convince Yu Xiaoqing, but angered him instead.

So in his eyes, I became a timid and humble coward who "sit on the national calamity" and only wanted something more.

Tired and bewildered again, I asked Fanla what else we could do.In fact, I know he will not have the answer.

Today I insisted on letting Fanla stay with me and Yu Xiaoqing because I feel more and more alone.

Nantianmen, West Bank, Sichuan Army Corps, Master Yu, the old head of Lianhua Township, beggar-like anti-Japanese troops, dead people, living people, young China, hope...

Sorry to bother you for dragging you into this vortex.

I need someone to help me, I'm almost overwhelmed.

Meng is annoyed: I nestled in the back seat of the car, extremely depressed.

I always thought that I was intoxicated by you willingly.In the end, it was you who willingly got drunk for me.However, I am not worthy.But I can't give you what you want.

Little drunk, little drunk...

Long Wenwen: I have long heard that Fanla has a woman in Zenda, but I never thought it was such a young and clean girl.

I have never seen such a serious expression on Fanla's face, this silly boy really cares about this girl who is doing everything for him.

Without this war, they would be the most compatible and happiest couple under the blue sky and white clouds, among the green mountains and green waters.

Meng is annoyed: I'm too lazy to look at the guy next to me who is so happy. I really don't know what he can be happy about.For that truckload of obviously worthless supplies? Or for those two Yankees who seem to be playing "Fight and Ice"?

Last night, Yu Xiaoqing, who finally came to Jiqipo, was angered and left.Don't expect him to come again in this lifetime.

But whether he comes or not doesn't matter to us, anyway, the cannon fodder has long been used to being raised by stepmothers, and we can live more comfortably by picking up trash by ourselves.

Just don't think about Nantianmen, don't think about the West Bank, don't think about the stars that are looking at me.

As long as you don't want to.

Long Wenwen: Today I went to the division headquarters to find Yu Xiaoqing, because I wanted to explain to him in detail what we saw in the West Bank.

No matter how much he despises me, at least he should know that knowing oneself and the enemy before a battle is an important matter for a military strategist, and it is one of the most basic elements that a general must understand.

In any case, before launching an attack, we must first find a way to find out the actual firepower distribution of the Japanese army at Nantianmen.

When Yu Xiaoqing was found, he was discussing a battle plan with two senior US officers.

I thought that after the Americans knew everything, at least they could let Yu Xiaoqing and them carefully study the entire counter-offensive deployment.With our familiarity with the terrain and the advanced combat equipment of the US military, it should not be difficult to conduct a comprehensive investigation of Nantianmen.

However, I underestimated Yu Xiaoqing's influence among the American advisers, and underestimated Yu Xiaoqing's strong fighting determination and belief in victory, which ignited the soaring flames of war in the hearts of all the personnel involved in the counterattack.

This battle is imperative.Nothing can be delayed, nothing can be changed.

Meng was annoyed: he was kneeling in the sand kicked up by the speeding truck, like a piece of mud being ridiculed by the dust flying around him.

Our knees are soft.

We kneel to the sky, kneel to the ground, kneel to the king, parents, and mentors, we kneel to fame and wealth, life and death, we kneel for a penny and a mouthful of food.

But our knees are very hard, we are not ashamed to bow our knees, we believe that a man with gold under his knees would rather die standing than live on his knees.

For us, the straightness of the knees is the integrity of the bones and the dignity of the personality.

But on him, this action always seems to be full of jokes and mockery.

It's like the filial son and virtuous grandson he used to kneel down and bow down to Yu Xiaoqing when he asked Yu Xiaoqing for artillery cover at Nantianmen.

Now, he knelt there like a dilapidated painted clay figurine.The colorful appearance has faded away, revealing the original true appearance.

There is no more indifferent laughing and cursing, no more cynicism.

There is only sadness, only sadness.

The colors he painted for himself have already begun to peel off and mottle.

It's just that he has been trying his best to pretend to be glamorous, but I have been pretending not to see it.

Finally, in front of an American, all his disguises were completely shattered.And I can no longer pretend not to see anything.

What Lao Mai asked him, in fact, we are asking all the time, but we never dare to ask.Because we won't have the answers, or we're afraid of having the answers.

Do we like being chips at someone else's table?

Do we want to be forgotten as soon as we die, as if we never lived?

We got shot, gasping for breath, taking our last breath, don't know why, don't we regret it?

We don't like it.

We don't want to.

We will regret it.

We dare not think about the answer, because we have no right to choose.No, it should be that no matter what our answer is, we have only one choice, and that is our life.This is the only thing we have, and the only thing we can give up.

However, although we are willing to give up everything for what we want to protect, we will still be unwilling.

Not reconciled.To be used, to be forgotten, to be abandoned, to be unworthy.

And we can only wait for death in unwillingness.

Now, he told me another answer:

There is no such thing as spotless.

Someone has to sacrifice.

We just want to live our human form.

Yes, we want answers.We're always looking for answers, and maybe we'll never have them.But at least, this answer should never be at the cost of life.

I looked at him and watched his sadness.

He respected the dead, more respect for life.In his heart, all life is precious and priceless.

The dead, the living, each independent and fresh life, all weighed on him alone.

He exhausted his efforts but could not prevent the living from passing away, and he exhausted his efforts but could not bring the dead back to their hometowns.

In fact, he was already crushed.

I walked over and knelt beside him.

For the first time, I and my head, side by side.

Long Wenwen: Lao Mai made me swear, I can't swear this oath.

I kneel down, not to these two Americans, not to the gods of heaven and earth, but to my debt.

The living owes the dead, and the living owes the living.

We owe a thousand tombs on the South Gate of Heaven, we owe fifty thousand tombs in the mountains and jungles of Burma, and we owe millions of steles on a land soaked in blood.

A good man should die on the battlefield, die for the country without any regrets.

However, if it becomes a bargaining chip for interests, if it becomes a pawn that can be discarded at any time, if it becomes dust that can be wiped away without a trace, these soldiers who defend their homeland with their lives will still be innocent. Do you have any regrets?

Before they died, would they feel grief and indignation at being sacrificed so casually?After they die, will they not be able to rest in peace because they are so completely forgotten?

Our country is poor and backward, and our people are ignorant and ignorant.But we have never lacked shrewd people who are good at calculating, who know how to use such people in such a country to obtain the fame, fortune and power they want for themselves, and to grow them wholeheartedly.

We are endlessly infighting, we are never united, we mistrust each other, we fight each other, we resign ourselves to fate, we are careless, we are too fond of comfort.These are our weaknesses, the bad roots that have remained in us for thousands of years and cannot be removed.

But at the same time, we are not afraid of powerful enemies, we would rather die than surrender, we join hands to fight against Japan and foreign aggression, we do not believe in fate, we are kind and tolerant, we like to create and learn, and we love peace.These are also things that have been passed on to us for thousands of years and have penetrated into our bones. They are our roots.

That is why we will fight to the death.Even if you know that you will die, even if you don't know what you will die for, even if you know that you will be forever forgotten after your death.

Even so, we will only rush forward and never take half a step back.

However, we are also human beings with flesh and blood, joys, sorrows and joys.

Even if we are small, even if we are humble, we will be hurt, we will be afraid, we will be weak, we will be sad, we will be wronged and we will not be reconciled.We also have dignity, and we also have the right to live well.

I've been in war all my life.

I rolled out from the pile of dead people, I climbed out from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, all my skills are how to keep my life on the battlefield.

This ability is too cruel and too cruel, it is absolutely impossible for everyone to be like me.

I know how to not die, but I don't know how to live.

Every day I watched the brothers around me live like dragons and tigers one by one, but what I dreamed every night was that they died tragically on the battlefield one by one.

I often hear dead people asking me "when will my soul return to my hometown".

My debt will never be repaid.

Meng was annoyed: I lay on the side of the car and watched him, the car was driving, and he was walking, staggering and precarious.

This time I didn't follow him, this time I didn't look at his back, this time I finally looked at his face.

I watched as a tear was slowly running across his dusty cheek, leaving a clear tear trail.

The car drove faster and faster, he was getting farther and farther away, I couldn't see him, but I was still watching.

I know I'll be seeing him again soon, with a seemingly omnipotent, perpetual energy.

He never showed his weakness and exhaustion, his sadness and despair, his physical and mental exhaustion in front of others, and he never just took everything in silence alone.

He never wants people to approach his loneliness, he never wants people to touch his pain.

So, I can only pretend that I didn't see the teardrop and the tear stain, and I pretended that I didn't hear the sentence "I also want to give my life to you, what a worry-free thing."

It's just that I know that I will never draw warmth from his back again.

I will stand by his side, I will stand in front of him.

Because I no longer have the courage to watch you collapse like a pile of sand, because I just want you to pretend to be a little easier, just a little bit, my captain.

Long Wenwen: Annoyed said "you won again".

Fanla said, "Why did we give our lives to you?".

did i win? did i win?

I also don't know why you entrusted your life to me. I can't afford the trust you entrusted with your life.

Annoyed, you kneel with me, let me feel that I am not alone, thank you.

Annoyed, let you see me so vulnerable, you must be disappointed, I'm sorry.

Annoying, you go first, let me stay alone for a while, I am really tired now.

But I promise, I'll be fine soon.I promise, when you see me again, I will still be your dead, dead dead, and I will still be your regiment leader.

Soon, I promise.

Sand table deduction

Meng is troubled: Yu Xiaoqing denied my identity as a "bun made of grass" that he personally identified for me, after I "died in battle" at Nantianmen as an adjutant of "Zhu Nei Lianshan".

I don't care at all about what "baozi" I make, the only thing I care about is the sand table in front of me.

Because the head of my regiment leader is still "hanging" on it.

Master Yu's current strength has already far exceeded our original judgment.With American weapons as pioneers and elites willing to pave the way as cannon fodder, Yu Xiaoqing did have the ability to win Nantianmen.

Even if this requires paying the price of more than half of the casualties of the combatants, this has never been what Yu Xiaoqing and his elites care about. "Die your life for the country, get what you want", they are afraid that they can't wait to die in the battle.

I looked at the knife that Yu Xiaoqing had nailed on the sand table.

It's sharp, bloodthirsty sharp, and I have no doubt it could decapitate anyone with a snap.

Now, I look at him, the guy who's about to move his head.

While I was fighting fiercely with Master Yu's elites, he had been sitting there quietly.He remained silent, like a stone statue.

I turned my head and stared at him several times just to make sure he was still breathing and he wasn't dead.

This guy who carried me back centimeter by centimeter from under the nose of the Japanese army at Nantianmen, this guy who carried me across the turbulent Nujiang River by a rope, this guy who was covered in bruises and blood, this guy who was already exhausted and exhausted Support the guy who is "against" the entire Master Yu, the guy who gave his head to me.

This guy is smiling at me.Looks like he's in a damn good mood.It was because Yu Xiaoqing admitted to me.

But who cares what Yu Xiaoqing thinks of me? Who cares what these elites, Yankees, and Brits think of me?

I just want to keep your head! I just want you not to die!

Because you haven't told me yet.So dangerous and so difficult.It hurts so much.How on earth did you get me back.My head.

Long Wenwen: Master Yu counterattacked the Nantianmen according to the original plan, and it was inevitable.want to stop.Only soldiers are in danger-a lunatic and an idiot.Takeuchi Lianshan and other adjutants.Let Yu Xiaoqing stand in front of the representatives of all forces.Defeated by those whom he despises and hates most.

Now the Diyu Division has high-ranking officers from the British and American allies.With the most advanced weapons from US allies.There is an air-ground integrated military strike force.There are also more than ten thousand soldiers with strong fighting spirit and well-trained, ready to die to serve the country at any time.

However, if we only believe in advanced detection equipment, but not our own eyes;

If we can only see the value of the failure experience of the U.S. military, but ignore the painful lessons we have exchanged for half of the country and millions of lives; commonality;

If we only know how to blame everything on the tactics used by the enemy in battle after a crushing defeat, it would be too rascal and too vicious;

If we always choose to use our young lives to exhaust the enemy's bullets without hesitation;

If anger and hatred make us use the most advanced weapons to kill the enemy, we will not hesitate to kill ourselves at the same time, then all the tragedies on the sand table at this moment will be realized one by one.

We have paid all the price, but we cannot exchange for victory.

When I was about to rush to the division headquarters, I saw Fanla standing there, and I suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Not only because he survived in the end, he did not die, but also because with my physical strength and state at that time, I was likely to fall down at any time, and I needed him to help me and I needed him to share for me.

Yu Xiaoqing was right, Fanla "is a piece of material".

He just kept evading, evading his abilities, evading his responsibilities.It is also because he has no self-confidence and does not believe that he has the ability to take responsibility.

So he has too many scruples, too many distracting thoughts, and he refuses to face and try his best when encountering problems.

Now, pissed off, you're fighting all the hostility from your comrades and doing everything you can to keep my head.You rely on your own ability to get the affirmation of you from the person who despises and despises you the most.

So, don't worry, don't have no confidence in yourself anymore, and it's not in vain for me to drag you back so hard.

Also, you said how could you, a bone spirit, be as heavy as Zhu Bajie.

Meng is annoyed: I saw his tears again, when I told him that I saw those dead people.

Zenda's alley was wet and winding, he turned his back to me and staggered away step by step.

I followed him again, looking at his back, bent and wet.

I want to kill myself.

However, that way, the way to take down Nantianmen, is to exchange the lives of all the cannon fodder brothers.These brothers who live and die with us day and night will all die on the Nantian Gate, just like the more than 1000 people last time, just like Kang Ya.Not even the bones remained, not even the names left, not even an earthen grave shared by even 1000 people.Dying is like never living.

When I thought I was dead, I saw them, they died, but they didn't go to the sky, they stayed in the place where they fell last, they kept walking around the Japanese, they were not reconciled, they Don't rest in peace, they are waiting for us to fight over.

We also want to fight, but why are we again? We are always ignored and despised when we are alive, but whenever someone needs to die, we will always think of us.

We are human beings, we are not cannon fodder.It's not fair.

We are not the only ones who owe the debt, why should we alone pay with our lives?

We miss the dead all the time, and we want to bring their souls home.

The dead also miss us all the time, they let us live well.

My captain, please, don't let us die.Don't let us also become lonely souls who wander forever and can't go home.

Long Wenwen: Fanla said that he saw many dead people, and none of their souls returned home.

Fanla said that he would give them an origami boat, and the paper boat could take them home.

Please let me fold more paper boats, those who are going to die because of me will also rely on paper boats to go home.

I'm so annoying that I have to fold a lot, a lot, so that everyone can go home.

Worry, I believe you see them, because they are in front of me all the time, I look at them, and they look at me.

Worry, you see them not because you are going to die, but because you can't let go of them, because you miss them, because you owe them.

Annoyed, I'm sorry, I'm the one who put such a heavy debt on your heart, and I'm the one who makes you unable to be at peace anymore.

Annoyed, sorry, I can only tell you that I never see them, I lied to you for all the previous statements about the dead and the evocation.Because you are still young, you still have to live a good life, I can't let you fall into this abyss, I can't let you sink forever like me.

I really hate my troublesome head.Why am I unwilling to believe the investigation results that everyone firmly believes in? Why am I unwilling to believe that Yu Xiaoqing can take down Nantianmen? Why do I have to find the root of Nantianmen by myself?

Use the ashes of a cannon fodder to preserve the strength of a master Yu.Exchange the lives of all the brothers in the Sichuan Army for a Nantianmen.

Worry, I swear to you, I will not tell Yu Xiaoqing this method.

You are right, we have done everything we can and cannot do, this time it shouldn't be us again, it can't be us again.

I will definitely not say, definitely not.

Meng is troubled: Yu Xiaoqing fell down because of a momentary stagnation of two years of hard work.My regiment leader also fell, due to serious injuries and a critical condition under exhaustion.

Everyone is busy with the coma caused by stagnation, and everyone completely ignores the possible death caused by the crisis.

My regiment leader and I defeated Yu Xiaoqing and prevented a suicide attack.Then we became the enemies of Yushi elites, because we saved their lives, because we prevented them from fulfilling their ambition of serving the country with death.

Exhausted, I dragged my unconscious leader along the streets of Zenda step by step in a panic.But, I'm happy because my leader really kept his word and he didn't say anything.

Meng is annoyed: being defeated in one night, the confidence was shattered, the arrogance was extinguished, and the fierce Yu Xiaoqing lost her aura and looked down on the world, only her face was haggard.At this moment, there is only one thing left in his life, which is to knock down the Nantian Gate.And this, only the person who defeated him yesterday knows how to do it.

So in front of a group of subordinates and a few scum and cannon fodder who are never eye-catching, Yu Xiaoqing faced my regiment leader, knelt down, and asked for advice.Like a broken steel knife.

I suddenly remembered that a long time ago, a person used his impassioned few words to rekindle the hope of a group of defeated soldiers, making this group of soldiers scum almost as rotten as mud, crazily rushing towards the unknown place. Victory has not stopped yet.

However, was that high-spirited, conceited and proud person like a javelin really the helpless and almost innocent Yu Xiaoqing in front of him?

I decided not to look at Yu Xiaoqing anymore. What does he look like have anything to do with me? I only care about my regiment leader, because I only care about whether all the cannon fodder in the cannon fodder regiment can live in peace.

I saw my regiment leader standing there facing the kneeling Yu Xiaoqing.His neck seemed to have been cut off by the broken steel knife, and his spine seemed to have been bent by the bent javelin.He is still alive, but I only see the slump and emptiness that belong to the dead.

Am I wrong? My captain.

Long Wenwen: I looked down at Yu Xiaoqing, the bewildered look on his face, and the eagerness in his eyes.I cut off his way to Nantianmen, for such a person who has no other things in his life, it is like taking away his reason for living.

He failed to end himself, so he began to find another way.

I smiled wryly to myself, after all he knows me well, he knows that my desperate efforts are not just to stop his attack, he knows that my desire to knock down the Nantian Gate is even stronger than his.

He found me, knelt down, and asked me to tell him the way to go.The shame of the loss of the family and the country, and the desire to regain the lost land, have become the whole of this iron-blooded soldier who is always full of bows, strong, loose, and unbending. For these, he will spare no effort, including his pride and dignity.

But I swore, I want to keep my brothers alive, they gave their lives to me, I can't take them to die.

I've already folded over 1000 paper boats, and I don't want to fold even one more.Yes, I can't fold any more.

It's better not to attack Nantianmen, if we don't attack, there will be no more