Chapter 13 Episode Thirteen

It was cloudy for five days and five nights. On this day, taking advantage of the morning fog, Jiang Man was led by the men sent by the regiment to the battlefield.This opportunity is rare.Recently, the number of wounded people has decreased, and the field ambulance station has sent people to make rounds every day, but the "generals" are all gay men.For this reason, Jiang Man argued several times with the director, but to no avail.Jiang Man deserved to be lucky; Qi Xiaoyan, a reporter from Xinhua News Agency, found out from nowhere that the troops above were about to be replaced.She wanted to try to interview Tong Chuan (who also served as Jiang Man's lobbyist, of course) on the battlefield, so as to increase her sense of reality.Write a long-form newsletter about growing up, living in this generation. The "follow-up interview" followed to the battlefield.She has supernatural powers, so she got a car and a guide from the institute and went up.She is a person who is tenacious to act according to her own wishes, and she is still driven by a certain passion and ignores it, only seeking to be suitable for herself.I went up yesterday and didn't come down!God!This matter is no trivial matter, causing anger and panic in the regiment command post.A woman, and a beautiful woman, in a field full of game?Also, this reporter and poet likes to run around by nature, and even a squad of soldiers may not be able to keep her in check. If she gets shot--then the impact will be great.Yang Yongxia thought again and again, he had to go up to a woman to drag reporter Qi down.Others can't hit, scold, or touch.There were no female soldiers in the regiment, and they were all "monks". Only then did Jiang Man come to mind, and after discussing with the director, Jiang Man was given such a good opportunity.

Only when you climb to the top of the mountain do you realize that there are mountains beyond the mountains, mountains are surrounded by mountains, and mountains are connected with mountains. It is the camp of mountains and the sea of ​​mountains.Tong Chuan's position is still on the other side of the mountain, at the front.The hardships along the way cannot be described.The canyons and gullies are filled with the vast morning fog, which is too thick to melt away.But the mountain lifted its head high out of the fog and floated above the misty sea of ​​fog.Walking in the fog is like being caught in layers of wet nets. Sometimes your feet are trapped in bomb craters, and sometimes you are entangled in vines. You don’t know where you are?In the milky haze, every pine leaf hides a murderous intent.Breaking out of the envelopment of fog, the traffic trench in the shape of a long snake is fully exposed again.The guide told her to follow and run.Jiang Man was wearing a steel helmet and carrying a Red Cross medicine box on his back.There is a section of low-lying swamp known as the "300-meter death line". There is only a catfish-like "road" made of straw bags filled with mud. The swamps on the left and right can trap humans and animals; the enemy is 800 meters away Anti-aircraft machine gun positions.Jiang Man was a little flustered, her hairs were bristling, and she broke out in a cold sweat. She felt that the air was full of muzzles, and she seemed to be able to touch the cold nose of Death.Confused, he followed the guide and ran forward.I couldn't help feeling a kind of reverence for Tong Chuan in my heart, he often came and went, what a courage!It's amazing that Xiaoyan can come to the battlefield!After finally jumping into the trench of Tongchuan's battalion, I felt more at ease.

The fog has lifted.The humidity and heat of the subtropical jungle and mountains are approaching.The weather is also a synthesis of various "arms", which challenge people in turn, and there are everything from wind, rain, thunder and lightning.This position is the farthest support point of the entire defensive position.Tong Chuan spent almost all of his camp life here.This is the most difficult and dangerous place.There are only one squad and one squad of soldiers stationed.Soldiers with indistinguishable appearances were squatting everywhere in the trenches and cat ear holes. The heat and humidity forced them to wear only small trousers, which made the place appear wild!Jiang Man didn't dare to raise his head, didn't dare to look aside, he just lowered his head and walked forward quickly.

In front of her stood Tong Chuan. She stood still. She glanced at Tong Chuan: This man!I must have washed my face for five days and never touched clean water again.That long face is no different from the color of the earth, plus his facial muscles are hardened, with little expression, his face is more like a hard shell, wearing a mask, and he doesn't wear long clothes, only coarse cloth pants, with a strong body The muscles are round, like a hilly land with different orientations.Sweat dripped down his pectoral muscles.Jiang Man didn't dare to look any further, she only felt that she could smell a choking smell emanating from Tong Chuan's body - it was a strange smell of mold, sweat and tobacco.There was a hot and fuzzy feeling in her heart.I feel that Tongchuan is a very hot "wall", scorching hot.I feel that when this person is on the battlefield, all the strict military discipline, bodybuilding, and etiquette are all thrown to Java, and the only thing left is two words: rough.And only the word "rough" can show its strength.

Tong Chuan's words were angular, and he asked coldly: "Why are you here?" "Come and play," her eccentricity came up again. "Are you kidding me?" "According to the order of the head of the group, come to pick up the female reporter." "She has already gone down! We sent someone to send her down this morning! Why are you here again?!" "I'm not here to look for you, what's the point?" "Enter the hidden department." "An order?" "right." "You may order me to go down immediately, but can you order your soldiers not to hold their positions and not to die?"

Of course, this is impossible.Sacrifice is the ultimate in a soldier's mission. Jiang Man didn't move. "Enter the hidden department! Xiao Huang, you come to entertain me!" What "entertainment"?It is simply a "caretaker"! Xiao Huang poked his head out from the hiding place: "Veteran, come to the hiding place." Saying that, he quickly pulled out a pair of trousers and kicked them on his legs. Jiang Man: "Little comrade, take me to the battalion commander, instructor!" Tong Chuan was stuck in the trench and did not move. Xiao Huang didn't move either.

Tong Chuan had no choice but to "cough", and changed the order: "Xiao Huang, tell me to dress. Wear a military uniform." He went to the concealed department first, pulled off the military uniform and trousers, put them on, and opened the door curtain while buttoning the buttons, his voice slowed down. some: "Come in, you!" Jiang Man had no choice but to go in. The hot and humid air in the hiding place rushed over her face and body.This is perhaps the most spacious "Palace", sleeping six people head-to-head.There is a narrow passage in the center of the six floor tiles.On the bunk are "chess" made of grenade covers and a few rumbled, greasy, endless comic books.

There is a cage hanging on the prefabricated cement board and the roof, and there is a little squirrel inside. squirrel? ! Jiang Man restrained himself from recalling, reminiscing, or thinking elsewhere.She just wanted to confess - she was here on military affairs. "Deputy Battalion Commander Tong, didn't you sleep well yesterday? Why are you so fierce?" "Jiang Man," Tong Chuan poured water on the towel from the kettle, "it's not me. You know what happened to the wounded who were sent down, and now I see it again—it's over 40 degrees Celsius! Squatting in the cat's ear hole, My heart, liver, and lungs are covered with hair and mold! Except for the fingernails and teeth, there are layers of red bumps everywhere, and I have nothing to avoid. Comrade head nurse! You know why the soldiers on the battlefield crossed their legs Walk like a duck? The crotch is rotten! Rotten!  …”

Jiang Man's heart was shaking. Tong Chuan is not an expressionless person, his face is twitching. "I knocked Qi Xiaoyan down rudely, and here you come again. When you come here, soldiers are not allowed to be naked, but have to wear armor and cover themselves with airtight clothes! Isn't this cruel? !" However, Jiang Man wanted to argue: Who forced you to dress neatly?I am the head nurse, not the head of state! Tong Chuan handed over the wet towel. She didn't know whether it was because she was squeezed out by Tong Chuan or because it was hot, but she was covered in sticky sweat.She would rather be passed out from the heat than touch the rotten towel that smells like a stinky gutter, she has a cleanliness freak.

Tong Chuan must have seen that she hated the smell, and withdrew his hand. Jiang Man finally held his breath, grabbed the towel, and rubbed the boss's face fiercely. This is called silence is better than sound! Tong Chuan's face stopped twitching: "I know you're not afraid of anything, you're not here to travel...but you shouldn't be here! Listen—this kind of silence is wrong, the enemy is paralyzing you, and they're going to counterattack." Jiang Man heard nothing.She is the head nurse, and professional habits and emotional factors are mixed together. She really wants to know whether Tong Chuan has red bumps on his body.

"come here." "What for?" "Unbutton the clothes and let me see." "Forget it. Take a break and I'll find you something to eat." Tong Chuan walked out. Jiang Man grabbed Tong Chuan's back skirt, and stubbornly opened it, and she couldn't help but let out an "ah".The back of this steer-like man seemed to have been stung by swarms of mosquitoes and wild bees, and there were patches of red spots covered with blisters.Where the two fingers can reach, there are scabs, blisters, and some are festered.Jiang Man's heart skipped a beat, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.Her nose was sore and she couldn't say anything. But Tong Chuan roughly pushed her hand away. Jiang Man's hand was very painful, but she didn't feel it, because it was her heart that hurt more. She held on to the placket. Tong Chuan tilted his head slightly: "Let the soldiers see——what are we doing?" What are you doing?There's nothing shameful about it! Jiang Man yelled and begged: "Don't cover it up! Whatever you want to do! Don't cover it up." Tong Chuan: "That's not—okay!" Jiang Man let go and picked up the medicine box: "Okay, I——go!" "stop!" The two confront each other. Their feelings are communicated in silence. "Don't mess around. Jiang Man, there are enemies everywhere, and there are mines everywhere. Can you listen to me once-don't mess around! Stay in the hiding place and don't wander around. When it gets dark, I will send you away as long as there is fog. I asked Xiao Huang to accompany you—this is the battleground, and it will not be good for us to stay together for a long time." After all, he left. This unsophisticated wood!The head nurse will see if your illness has any bad effects? !But so what?Instead, she brought a little pine tar ointment and compound benzoic acid ointment, which were not enough to help.If she hadn't been on the battlefield, she would have cried a lot. Jiang Man thought about it for a while, but finally he didn't listen to Tong Chuan's order. He put on his medicine box and went to the trench to see a doctor for the soldiers. When it was dark, Tong Chuan asked Xiao Huang to send a message to Jiang Man: "There may be something tonight, and I will send you away when the fog clears." The moon seemed to be brought to the battlefield by her. Deputy Battalion Commander Tong couldn't let her go down the mountain under the full moon, for fear that she would be hit by the enemy's sniper rifle.The moon also seemed to be reasonable, and helped to keep her. She walked out of the hideout. She was surprised that the moon is good tonight.Really, it seems that I have never seen such a round and bright moon!I have never felt like today, the moon is so far away, so cold, so unattainable.She remembered that she sang nursery rhymes when she was a child, "When the moon goes, I go too, and the moon falls into my little flower basket", yes, yes, the moonlight is not stingy to a child.Moonlight belongs to everyone, you, me, him, and also belongs to this dangerous position. Here, in the field, there is hardly anything to share with the rear.It's tranquility, it's just thinking casually, it's just walking around with confidence, it's just smiling wantonly, it's just a cup of clean water... none of these belong to soldiers.Only this moonlight, torn from the full moon, can be enjoyed by anyone. Oh, share this moonlight with your loved ones in the back, and have a little "luxury". After all, the battlefield is full of moonlight! After all, the sky is a big moon that only came out after six days and five nights of damp and stuffy weather! Look at it's slender, tingly, bright... You see it is going to hide its round face again... Jiang Man heard a slight noise in the trench, and three soldiers climbed up to the edge of the trench to sit down.Their arms were full of moonlight, and they leaned close together, standing abruptly on the edge of the trench. Against the blue sky, the outline of that figure seemed much more majestic and taller than the real one.Their clothes had clear lines and lines, and the military uniforms covered with mud, blood scabs, and sweat stains reminded Jiang Man of a poem he had read: "Moonlight shines on black clothes like water."What is black clothes?Today I can see it—the military uniforms of soldiers who have rolled in mud, floated in blood, and survived sweat and alkali!Is not it?When the pattern of the clothes moved, there was a metallic sound, and the national defense green had already turned black. The three soldiers raised their heads, face to face with the moon, and silently communicated their inner emotions and information. Are they watching the moon?Are you meditating?Those who have already written suicide notes, or have they seen the moon hanging in front of the window in their hometown, and seen their mother, lover and younger siblings? The cold gun rang out in surprise.I don't know where the gunshots came from and where the bullets flew. The moon is still fine, hanging tremblingly in the sky. Is it worth it to exchange your precious life for the "luxury" of admiring the moon for a moment?No, not worth it.But why are they still motionless?Among these three people, Jiang Man could vaguely discern that one was Xiao Lin, a student official, the other was Li Daheng, a "ten thousand householder", and the third did not know his name.Before the "million-dollar households" joined the army, they were rich and had everything.Now, the only wealth he has left seems to be the moonlight in his arms... Jiang Man heard a muffled voice coming from under the trench. Tong Chuan was calling, "Come down! Are you looking for death?! Come down." How severe, the edges and corners are too hard. Don't you see the moon in a soldier's eyes? Jiang Man felt that there was a haze in his heart immediately.Fortunately, the deputy battalion commander did not reprimand his soldiers.The four squatted down in the short hole next to the trench, hidden in the shadows.Tong Chuan caught fire and lit up smoke. "Don't dry out the moss rolls! I still have two cigarettes here. If there is a war tomorrow, it will be August 15th today. It's no regret, and the reunion festival will be celebrated again." Reunion Festival?August 15th? The lunar calendar is only June! Soldiers' holidays are moved around at will.After they had enjoyed the moon, Li Daheng took out the only two sticks of cloud smoke, cut them into four pieces, and distributed them to four people to enjoy. This, of course, should be regarded as a bountiful August 15th! They were silent. Inhale deeply, exhale gently, the four soldiers are smoking, but you can't smell any smoke, they swallowed all the smoke and fire in their stomachs. A soldier picked up the lightning rod and carved something on the wall of the trench with the pointed iron.Even though the moon couldn't see the black trench wall, just looking at the movement of the soldier's arm, he could say the word silently: Moonlight in front of the bed, It is suspected to be frost on the ground. look up at the moon, Bow your head and think about your hometown. The deputy battalion commander waited for the soldiers to stop, and he moved closer to the trench wall.This time, he used a bayonet to carve beside the ancient poem "Watching the Moon and Homesickness". The bayonet is very deep.There was a clanging sound, and when it occasionally touched a stone, a few sparks burst out.Each character is half a foot square, so he had to distance himself to draw a distance of more than ten meters, which is also an ancient poem—— The bright moon in Qin Dynasty and the pass in Han Dynasty, The Long March has not returned. But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, Don't teach Humadu Yinshan. After the deputy battalion commander finished, he crowded back among the soldiers and looked at each other. The eyes under the helmet were shining, as if they had stored all the moonlight.They said nothing, and there was nothing to be said.After a while of silence, Daheng Li threw a cigarette butt the size of a fingernail, stood up silently, touched the surveillance post silently, and went to work silently. The moon hides in the clouds for a while, and shows up again for a while...