Chapter 165 Chapter 165 Dirty Hands

dirty hands. Are my hands dirty too? I have no idea. No tears, only trembling. Because, you will be afraid. You will feel like your hands are dirty all the time. Those eyes are looking at you. Just looking at you like that. This is why I like Sartre's existential philosophy, but I have never had the courage to read his scripts. "Nowhere to Die", the name terrifies me.Later, I watched it secretly, but the fear was not so strong, but because I had a history of serving as a soldier, and I was really a special soldier who fought guerrilla behind enemy lines like a guerrilla, I still felt fear.

This is a really hard question to answer. Why don't you just pull the glory bullet, or keep the last bullet of the pistol for yourself, but what if you don't have time? What will happen to us? ——This question is really impossible to answer. You can speak boldly, but if you are not up to that point, you will not know.No kind of training can compare to actual combat.Put yourself in your shoes, when you leave a passionate and pure environment like the special forces, and after you have been hammered in society, put yourself in your shoes, what is his value as a soldier?Is it suicide?still alive?Is suicide a hero?Is it a disgrace to survive?What is the value of a person?

I really don't have an answer. This is also a topic that should not be discussed. Because there are deep-rooted differences in the thinking of Eastern and Western nations regarding the issue of prisoners of war. All I can say is, if it were me, if I was captured, I would kill myself. Not for anything else. Just for my brothers who are still fighting. The glory bullet, the last bullet of the pistol, the dagger, the biting of the tongue... I can do it all. Because, I can't betray my brother. That's the idea I had when I was just getting this kind of training. And now, too, if war breaks out.

This is the life of Xiaobing. If it is necessary, it is you, and if it is not, it is not you. So don't talk about heroes with me. ——And what about cleaning the portal? What is your hand after cleaning the door? — dirty hands. Are my hands dirty? It seems to be, and it seems not to be. Who can answer me? So I wanted to smash the computer several times, and I was afraid to write this paragraph. But I can't stop writing. For those despairing, sad eyes that kept looking at me. The first person I actually shot. I only heard his stories one after another after a long time, which means that they were not told by one person at the same time.They are all legends, and there are even different versions. ——Do you think this kind of thing can be kept secret with so many cadres who came down from the reconnaissance brigade in the dog head brigade?Who doesn't know who?

I still don't know his name, I can only call him "he". Because I don't know him, I can only say that what I wrote is also a legend. In addition, I am writing novels, so you can believe it or not. ——He was a hot-blooded young man who graduated from high school in the provincial capital city where our military region is located, and attended the city sports school. At that time, the situation in the south was still tense a few years after the fight against each other. He signed up to join the army after graduating without taking the university entrance exam.He also had a girlfriend, called Object at the time, who went to college.But the relationship between the two is still very good, and his girlfriend often visits him in the army.

His physical fitness is good, and of course the reconnaissance company opened the door to him. Then, when the military reconnaissance brigade was formed, he signed up, but his unit had no quota.Of course it is a blood book, written one by one, just to go to the front line! ——Soldiers want to go to the front line, which chief do you think is a bad thing?Of course, it didn't take long to approve it, and it was assigned to the squadron of He Brigade. He has a quick mind, excellent military skills, and high cultural quality. He Squadron likes him very much.He and the Kotou High School team are good brothers - I didn't think of this, I really didn't see it at the time?Then he kept fighting and made a second-class meritorious service.Absolutely the material of a fighting hero, absolutely fearless in the face of danger, absolutely merciless in killing the enemy - and absolutely true man.

Then there was a mission to go deep behind enemy lines, which was a coincidence—I think there are more elements of romance?I don't know either, so let's write it down first? ——It is said that some writers have used it, but I think it’s okay if I write again. Night, absolutely blind. A subtropical jungle low pressure hangs over the world. A small group of soldiers in camouflage uniforms walked through the forest, branches known and unknown whipped their young bodies.Their bodies are covered with submachine guns, pistols, daggers, grenades (at that time, our scouts used grenades, which were specially developed for mountains and jungles), radio stations, compass, etc. you all know, and their eyes are bold. , Their panting is heavy, but their steps are light.

But things are more unlucky-what is point back? First, the 40 fireman lost his own rocket. I have been wondering how he lost it?But if you lose it, what can you do?Accidental factors are accidental factors, right?There is really no explanation for this kind of divine thing. And then there's getting lost—a bunch of the best scouts out there just get lost. Amazing, all enlightened by the map and the compass! He Squadron, who had no way to lead the team, said that his mother would just fuck him and let him go! You can only go, can you still stay in the mountains and wait for the search team to come at dawn?

I just walked, fumbled and walked—in fact, it turned out afterwards that I really did not make a mistake, but the atmosphere at that time had a greater impact on everyone, and this is very important.