Chapter 65 second quarter

"Actually, I haven't told you all this time because you are too young." The pouring rain was pouring down outside the window, and the whole city was almost dark. Occasionally, a few bolts of lightning split the dark clouds, bringing a kind of desolate beauty.Fang Zijun leaned on the head of his bed, hugged his knees, and slowly said to He Xiaoyu in front of him. "I've grown up, sister." He Xiaoyu looked at her. "I know, and you are also a soldier now." Fang Zijun smiled wryly, "A soldier is a profession that exists for war; how many soldiers can experience war? War catalyzes the maturity of soldiers, and also catalyzes the tragedy of soldiers."

"The war is over, you deserve a new life." "Yes, it's over." Fang Zijun said, "But the war in my heart has never ended." He Xiaoyu looked at her, not quite understanding. "You're still too young." Fang Zijun sighed, "Go to my drawer and give me the cigarettes." "When did you learn to smoke?" Although he was talking, He Xiaoyu took out a box of Hongtashan and a lighter from the drawer, and handed them to Fang Zijun. "When we were on the front line, the cigarettes sent up from the rear couldn't be exhausted." Fang Zijun pointed one skillfully, and exhaled a puff of smoke. point."

He Xiaoyu looked at Fang Zijun's suddenly unfamiliar eyes, and felt a chill. "You think I don't know you anymore? Do you?" Fang Zijun smiled, "Xiaoyu, I ask you a question, don't you mind—if war breaks out and Liu Xiaofei dies, will you still fall in love with someone else?" "I, I haven't thought about this problem." He Xiaoyu said. "Yes, you haven't thought about it, because you haven't met it before." Fang Zijun smiled, and then the smile disappeared: "But, I met it." He Xiaoyu felt sad from the bottom of his heart.

The light in Fang Zijun's eyes disappeared: "My love, died on the battlefield." A flash of lightning made Fang Zijun's face pale. "And I didn't die, that's my tragedy." In 1986, I was 18 years old and had been at the front for almost a year.I am no longer afraid of blood, amputated limbs, death and gunfire, and I seldom shed tears anymore.My father, that is, your uncle Fang, is the chief of staff of your father's reconnaissance brigade.We rarely see each other because we each have our own piles of jobs. At that time, the large-scale battle was basically over, and the enemy could not take advantage of the frontal battlefield, so a secret agent war was launched.They mainly dispatched a small group of well-trained special agents to destroy and harass our military and civilian targets, kidnap and assassinate our important military and political personnel, and even attack hospitals and schools, hoping to cause unbearable damage to our side. Pressure to achieve the goal that cannot be achieved on the frontal battlefield.

The border between the two sides stretches for thousands of kilometers and is criss-crossed. It is impossible to deploy defenses across the board.So our measure is to fight back with fire, and use a small reconnaissance unit to harass and destroy the enemy's rear, so that the opponent feels the same pressure, and finally both sides stop. In this way, many scouts from different military regions and different arms came to the front line one after another.They are the backbone of their respective units, young and energetic, with extraordinary skills, and they are also eager to try. There are very few female soldiers on the front line, so in addition to completing our own medical work, we also undertake the tasks of performing arts and setting out on a grand tour...