As night fell, piles of bonfires were lit, and the blazing yellow and red lights floated into the dark green sky with blue smoke.Pieces of bush-grown wilderness were dimly illuminated.Figures in the firelight collided with each other on the wet grass.Banana leaves swayed in the lukewarm wind, and exaggerated and deformed shadows engulfed patches of light.There was a drizzle like poisonous mist floating in the night sky, silent but real.The brothers gathered around the campfire were all soaked in rainwater, as if their bones were soaked. The eight-mile stretch of camp was silent.No one knows where the next step will go.Since retreating all the way here, the atmosphere of despair has engulfed the hearts of the brothers like miasma in the subtropical jungle.The Iron Five Army collapsed.They, the most elite unit of the Burmese Expeditionary Force, were blocked by the Japanese army in the mountains of northern Burma.It couldn't have been worse.The British Allied Forces in Burma have completely collapsed.On March 8, the 31st year of the Republic of China, Yangon was captured by the 33rd Division of the Japanese Army.The Battle of Pinmanna organized by the Supreme Command failed, and Mandalay, Larong, and Myitkyina, important cities in central Myanmar and northern Myanmar, fell one after another.The 55th Division of the Japanese Army advanced rapidly, linking Kewanding, Mangshi, and Longling to the mainland of China.On May 5th, the mechanized troops of the 55th Division of the Japanese Army approached the Nujiang River. The Supreme Command was forced to order the 71st Army, which was defending the Nujiang defense line, to blow up the Huitong Bridge in an attempt to use the natural danger of the Nujiang River to prevent the enemy from forcibly crossing the river.However, although this move blocked the further invasion of the Japanese army, it also cut off the retreat of the 17,000 remnants of the Fifth Army who were stranded in northern Myanmar fighting alone.

The situation is serious. The Five Armies fell into an unprecedented predicament. The radio station of the military headquarters kept in touch with the Expeditionary Army Headquarters and the Chongqing Supreme Command. The radio waves crossed the night sky and flew over the Nu River, reporting disaster information to mainland China: Seventeen thousand people of the Fifth Army suffered heavy casualties. Dozens of people die every day due to injuries. There is a shortage of medicines. The provisions were only enough to last four days. The Japanese pursuit force is approaching... On this desperate night of drizzle, the telegram from China was finally issued: the Supreme Command ordered the Fifth Army to pass through the Savage Mountains in northern Myanmar, to avoid confronting the Japanese army head-on, and transfer to India to assemble and stand by...

Shang Wuqiang, the colonel and deputy director of the Political Department with a pistol on his waist, stood dumbly on a high slope.In front of him was a pile of embers that were still burning, and the faint light of the fire made his square face red.The rain was still falling, and it was getting heavier and heavier. His thin military uniform was completely wet by the rain, and the cuffs and corners of the clothes kept dripping down.Behind him was the dark banana forest, and the raindrops fell on the broad banana leaves, making a continuous rustling sound.The ruined bonfire was full of people.In the distance, the entrances of several shacks temporarily erected with banana leaves were also crowded with people.Among these people he saw many familiar faces from the Political Department.But other faces, he is not familiar with.Most of these people were wounded soldiers ordered by the Political Department to take in.When the team retreated here, it was already in a mess, and most of the organizational systems of the various ministries were also disrupted.

He wanted to laugh.He felt that he should smile and convey the order from the military department quite naturally.However, with a grin, he immediately realized that this cowardly smile was by no means better than crying.To cover up this small failure, he raised his stiff arm and wiped his face, wiping off both the rain and the remnant of that unsuccessful smile. The surrounding air was palpitatingly cold.People seem to realize that something is going to happen.A short and fat wounded soldier who supported his body with a rifle as a crutch couldn't help crying out: "An official should speak up when he has something to say, why the hell are you just standing there?"

He wiped his face again, licked his lips, and spoke calmly: "Brothers, brothers are ordered to convey the order of the military department: All the subordinates of our army will cross the Savage Mountain from tonight and transfer to India to gather and stand by. The remaining supplies will be illuminated at one time, and the supplies will be raised separately in the future. Artillery, vehicles and ammunition that cannot be taken away Burn it on the spot. The vanguard has entered the mountain an hour ago, and the ministries will also leave before dawn." Shang Wuqiang finished speaking.The people in the rain were still staring at him with their faces up.He didn't know if they were startled by this order, or thought he didn't finish his sentence?

He was forced to speak again: "The order has been conveyed. Comrades, hurry up and get your supplies. Get ready. The left-behind office will also be the last to retreat tomorrow night!" The battalion was blown up at once, and vicious curses and desperate cries suddenly sounded. This order is too cruel to be believed!Self-financing, traveling through thousands of miles of mountains and virgin forests, this is tantamount to a death sentence for the brothers!Several female officers of the Political Department were crying, and their whimpering was drowned out by the barbaric and rude shouts of many men, and became silent.

Shang Wuqiang also wanted to cry, for the Iron Five Army, for the female colleagues and brothers in front of him.His nose was sore, and water filled his sunken eye sockets. He didn't know whether it was rain or tears.He also wanted to curse like his brethren.But he can neither cry nor scold. He is the colonel and deputy director of the military political department, and he has the obligation to persuade everyone and urge them to obey the orders of the military department. The corners of his mouth twitched, he raised his head, shook off the rain and tears that had gathered in his eye sockets, and shouted loudly:

"Brothers! Listen to me again! Listen to me again..." The uproar died down a bit.The eyes of many brothers focused on his ashen face again.At this time, the cries of the lesbians showed their unique sadness due to the subdued noise. He stamped his feet and called out impatiently: "Don't cry! It's not time to cry yet!" Qu Ping, the captain and officer in the ministry, didn't cry, at least not aloud.She stood quietly among several male officers by the campfire, her long eyelashes fluttering with water droplets.She was staring at him, longing in her beautiful eyes.

There was a fever in his heart. He thought, he couldn't disappoint her, he had to show his extraordinaryness and the quality of a man in this critical time. He subconsciously put his hands on his waist. "Brothers! Comrades! The situation is not too bad! Don't take things too seriously! From here across the Savage Mountains to India, there will be no Japanese invasion troops along the way. The mountain villages will definitely be able to raise food. In addition, there are pioneers. The troops lead the way, and Savage Mountain will never be our grave! Brothers, we are revolutionary soldiers, and now is the time to show the courage of our revolutionary soldiers. Let us help each other, share weal and woe, and complete the glorious transition to India Bar!"

As soon as Shang Wuqiang finished speaking, Liu Zhonghua, the Burmese translator of the Overseas Chinese Team of the Political Department, asked loudly: "Director Shang, why don't we rush in the direction of the Nu River instead of crossing the Savage Mountain and turning into India? Does the military know the situation of the Savage Mountain? The Savage Mountain stretches for thousands of miles, full of virgin forests, and there is no one inhabited! How do we raise our own supplies? " The short and fat wounded soldier who was leaning on a gun and had his leg wounded also shouted:

"Yeah, why don't we fucking turn to Nujiang! Do we have to take this dead end?!" "Yes! Turn to the country! I don't believe that 16,000 people can't cross the Nu River!" "Ask why the military department issued this goddamn order!" "Officials can only drink the blood of soldiers!" ... Many brothers started shouting, and some brothers pushed and shoved, saying that they wanted to go to the military headquarters two miles away to ask for clarification. Only then did Shang Wuqiang understand that he had to tell his brothers all the real situation. He pressed down his wet hands, motioning for everyone to calm down.After everyone calmed down again, he said word for word: "The order of the military department is not wrong. The Japanese army is approaching the Nujiang River, the Larong and Myitkyina lines have been lost, and the 71st Army has blown up the Huitong Bridge. It is meaningless to advance into the Nujiang River. Only by turning to India can we survive from desperation! " Everyone fell silent.They were forced to admit the harsh reality: their only way of survival was to cross the deserted mountains step by step with their own legs.They all have to rely on their own lives and wills to fight a war of survival on their own. silence. silence. The woman's whimpering also stopped. Suddenly, in the suffocating silence, a shot was fired suddenly, the sound of the gun was muffled, with a buzzing aftertaste.Shang Wuqiang was taken aback, he thought the shot was shot at him by some desperate guy.He hurriedly jumped down the slope.When he got down the slope, he noticed that many brothers were crowding into the shack behind the campfire. He also pushed towards the hut, and when he got a closer look, the short and fat wounded soldier who was standing at the entrance of the hut with a gun was already lying in a pool of blood, half of his sky cap was blown away.There was a sluggish pool of blood under his dirty neck, and the gunpowder-smelling barrel was covered with blood.He leaned against the edge of the shack with his bloody head crooked, his two protruding eyes closed forever.The old man Zhao Dekui said that the wounded soldier shot himself in the chin. Shang Wuqiang felt sad for a while.An ominous premonition hit my heart.His legs couldn't help shaking.Looking at the wounded soldier's body, he didn't know what to say.He felt that this shot not only killed the desperate wounded soldier, but also pierced his iron-like will to live. There was an uproar in the surrounding firelight and in the darkness.Some were weeping, some were sighing, some were yelling, and some were laughing wildly.Disasters are no longer fanciful speculations, they have become real.It is blood, it is a corpse, it is a tomb like a mountain—thousands of miles of mountains are very likely to become the tombs of thousands of miles of brothers. The noise became louder and louder, and there were bursts of rumbling explosions from far and near.Combat troops are already burning their artillery, tanks and ammunition.The blazing flames desperately expanded to the night sky to show their brilliance amidst the roaring explosion.Someone nearby was throwing big rocks at the machine gun, and the American truck of the Political Department parked on the dirt road behind the shack was doused with gasoline. Despair drives people crazy. A thin monkey with a wounded arm lay on the wounded soldier's body and cried loudly. After crying for a while, it suddenly jumped up and cursed: "Anti-Japanese War, Anti-Japanese War, resistance to Burma! Today, I asked my fathers to go to Savage Mountain to be wild men, motherfuckers! All the officials are fucking stupid asses!" Another wounded platoon leader with a dirty bandage around his neck called out: "Brothers, we were betrayed by the Chongqing Command! They blew up the Huitong Bridge knowing that we hadn't withdrawn. Why should we rush to India to work for them! I'm dead! I'm also with this The brothers are here to be companions!" The wounded platoon leader yelled, and took the gun on his shoulder into his arms. Shang Wuqiang pushed aside the two officers around him, stepped forward and snatched the gun of the wounded platoon leader, pulled the bolt, and fired two shots into the night sky. The brethren were overwhelmed. He snapped: "It's outrageous! We are anti-Japanese revolutionary soldiers! We are the Fifth Iron Army of the Chinese Expeditionary Army! Our battle is fought for the 450 million Chinese people, not for the High Command! Besides, the High Command Blowing up the Huitong Bridge is also based on overall strategic considerations! No one is allowed to criticize and confuse the public with threatening words! Those who violate the order will be subject to military law!" The wounded platoon leader was a tall man, he didn't buy Shang Wuqiang's account at all, he took off his general's coat with both hands, slapped Shang Wuqiang's chest, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Official! You shoot! Let's practice military law! I don't want to live long ago! I have two holes in my body made by Japanese guns. It's no big deal to add another hole today!" Shang Wuqiang was stunned, and his face changed color for a moment. "Military law is practiced," he just said casually, trying to deter these desperate wounded soldiers and rioting people.He didn't want to punish anyone at all.He, like them, was filled with disappointment, fear, and desolation.He wanted to hug the wounded platoon leader like a brother. But can not do so.He had to get the chaos of despair under control, and he took full responsibility for what was in front of him. He sneered coldly, with the corners of his mouth twitching, he slowly picked up the gun, then slowly leveled the gun, pointing the muzzle at the wounded platoon leader who looked like an iron tower. This is a contest of wills between two men. The wounded platoon leader silently took a step forward toward the muzzle of the gun, and took another step.The remaining bonfire beside him had already turned blue, and the light from the flames made the wounded platoon leader's chest red and purple. He was a little panicked, and his legs were shaking violently.He changed his standing posture, trying his best to hide his inner annoyance, Fangzheng's face was expressionless.He pulled on the bolt with a "crash", pushed a bullet into the chamber, and put the index finger of his right hand on the cold trigger. A tenacious life will be reduced to smoke. His hard heart will also be blown to pieces with the explosion of the gun chamber. Just when the trigger was on the verge of firing, suddenly, a white and powerful hand raised the barrel of the gun in his hand into the air.Then, he saw a woman with long disheveled hair floating in front of his eyes.The woman turned her head sharply and stared at him furiously, as if trying to see a hole in his face. The woman is Qu Ping, the captain and officer of the Political Department, his beloved lover. she cried: "Director Shang, are you crazy? When is it now? Can you still do this?!" He said coldly: "I'm not crazy! I want people to know that we are not a mob! We are soldiers! Soldiers must have the discipline of soldiers! Get out of the way!" The barrel of the gun was suddenly withdrawn by him, and the muzzle of the black black gun was aimed at the stubborn opponent again. The opponent's eyes were shining like will-o'-the-wisps, and he roared again gloomyly: "Shoot! Sir! Anyway, I can't get out of Savage Mountain!" He didn't shoot. "Brother, you are a tough guy, I admire you Shang! But I want you to know that it is not your honor to die under my gun today! As a Chinese soldier, you should die on the battlefield against the Japanese Come on, you shouldn’t die here like a wimp! If you die here, it means you are a coward! You dare not live! You are afraid of survival that is more difficult than death!” The iron tower-like man swayed as if he had been shot, and almost fell down.He wailed unabashedly, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Director Shang, I, Zhao Laohei, am not a coward! I... I, Zhao Laohei, fled from outside the pass to inside the pass, and joined the army to fight against the war. The purpose is...to avenge the hatred of the family and the country! Shout out, but we are always defeated! I'm always defeated! I...I hate it! I'm bored! Shout out! I'm injured, I...I can't implicate you! You...you go, leave me alone!" Shang Wuqiang's eyes were moist, his body trembled, and the muzzle of the gun dropped limply.He dropped the gun, rushed over, hugged Zhao Laohei tightly and said: "Brother Zhao, we will not leave you wounded and sick alone! We are revolutionary soldiers, the Japanese cannot defeat us, and the mountains and forests cannot frighten us! Even if we climb, we will climb to India! " Pushing away Zhao Laohei, Shang Wuqiang stood on the high slope again, and shouted loudly: "Brothers and comrades, we are now in a foreign country. All difficulties in the future must be overcome by our dear and sincere unity. In order to ensure the smooth completion of this long-distance transfer, I now order the staff of the Political Department to Divide the situation, reorganize, organize into groups, the old, weak, sick and injured will be taken care of by each group, and no one is allowed to be left behind! Immediately separate and prepare, and strive to set off at dawn!" After Shang Wuqiang finished speaking, the turbulent mood gradually calmed down, and the chaos caused by despair was clearly brought under control. Shang Wuqiang, the 28-year-old Colonel and Deputy Director of the Political Department, created a miracle with his own strength of personality and iron will. That night, the flames of burning baggage and ammunition created a bloody dawn. The sound of rumbling explosions rang out continuously in the eight-mile strip until dawn. is black. A monotonous and persistent roar always echoed in Qi Zhijun's ears.After Hao Laosi, a wounded soldier of the 22nd Division, fired the fatal shot at his chin, the buzzing sound rang in his ears, and the explosion of burning ammunition failed to drown out the sound.He thought, maybe the sound was not from the outside, but from his beating heart, from his veins bursting with blood. He saw Hao Laosi fire the gun with his arms around him.He was standing on the other side of the shack less than three feet away.He saw him press the barrel of the gun under his chin, and it did not occur to him that he would kill himself.Hao Laosi is short and fat. During the bloody battle with ancient times, he was shot in the calf. He thought he wanted to rely on the support of the gun to rest. on the back of the hand.Unexpectedly, this time, he shot himself in the arms!It was already too late when he rushed over to stop it, a young life disappeared into eternity with a puff of misty gunpowder. Tears fell unconsciously.From Tonggu to here, he took care of him all the way.Along the way, the wounded soldier told him jokes and stories about whoring and playing with women.Using the rude language of a soldier, he exposed the most secret and shameful things in life to him, letting him know how dirty life is.He does not admit that there is such a thing as love.He said that love is like the mating of flies, but it's just a little nicer, and human hypocrisy is precisely on this point.Of course, his original words are not like this, his words are much rougher and more vivid than this, and he always has three to five "fucking" in a sentence. He hated him at first, and his savage remarks were hard to hear. He believed in love.The spring breeze of love is rippling in his closed spiritual world. He enshrines Qu Ping, the classmate of yesterday and his colleague of today, like an offering to God, in the world of spring breeze deep in his heart.Every day and every night, he hugged her, kissed her, and caressed her.He didn't say it, he didn't say it to anyone.Even Qu Ping, who gets along day and night, doesn't know the secret in his heart.The inherent inferiority consciousness often makes him sensitive and self-respecting. Sometimes, Qu Ping's unintentional words will torture him for several days.He was always afraid of showing his cowardice and weakness in front of Qu Ping. Once, Hao Laosi used his usual soldier language to comment on Qu Ping.He couldn't bear it, and felt that Hao Laosi had polluted the sun in his heart.He turned on him. Hao Lao Si understood, blinked and said: "Yo, you're fucking interested in her!" Like a thief being caught on the spot, he shook his head repeatedly and denied it. Hao Laosi grinned with a big mouth: "Fuck you! If you haven't slept with a woman, what a man! If you're a man, just take advantage of the opportunity to fuck her. After you do it, you won't have to worry about love!" He rushed up and slapped Hao Laosi across the face. Fourth Hao was stunned... It was this slap that established the dignity of his love.Since then, Hao Laosi has never said similar nonsense to him, nor has he ever talked about the secrets in his heart to anyone.For this, he is sincerely grateful to him.Later, during the retreat, the Japanese planes bombarded him heavily, and Hao Laosi still threw himself on him, covering him with his own body. Now, Hao Laosi is dead.He died in order not to drag him down, and not to drag down the brothers.This uneducated soldier who has never been to school for a day really understands the meaning of life.He lived a very practical life. When he was able to move his life freely, he used his life to enjoy everything that the world can enjoy, and he also endured everything the world can endure.When life became a burden, he bore it without hesitation.He did a great job of proudly embodying the dignity of autonomy in his final moments of existence. He couldn't help being awed. He doesn't have the courage of self-determination like Hao Laosi. He knelt down next to Hao Laosi's warm body, and stared blankly at Hao Laosi's paper-like pale face with his dazed eyes, as if he wanted to see through the secret of life from this face.His back and the bonfire had turned into a pile of ashes, and whitish gray leaves flew up from time to time and landed on his shoulders, back, and the military cap on his head.The comrades around me are busy packing their bags.Dirty rain wafts in the lukewarm breeze.The lingering sound of Hao Laosi's self-determination gunshot was still buzzing in his ears. This proud shot awakened his understanding of life and opened the holy world in the depths of his heart that was rippling with the spring breeze.He suddenly realized that life is not so sacred, it is actually just a mixture of flesh and blood and desires.Life exists to satisfy all kinds of desires, and only the realization of desires can increase the power of life.Therefore, the meaning of life is action!action!Continuous action! He has no courage to act.From the "August 13" Shanghai Anti-Japanese War in the 26th year of the Republic of China to today, more than five years have passed, and he has never dared to express any love for Qu Ping.In fact, he has many, many opportunities.They were classmates when they were in Minsheng Middle School. When the "August 13" Shanghai War broke out, she mobilized him to join the Boy Scout Field Service Group of the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce.It was because of her that he joined the service group.He should let her know his heart song.He is so stupid!How stupid!The more he loves her, the more at a loss in front of her!When other colleagues were present, he would chat and laugh with ease, but as long as the two of them were alone together, he would be as stupid as a bear. In the end, the opportunity was lost. Qu Ping first fell in love with the combat training department of the Chongqing Military Academy. A white-faced section chief. Later, she learned that the section chief had a wife and child, and fell in love with Shang Wuqiang, the colonel and deputy director of the Political Department.Life has almost no practical meaning for him, he lives for fantasy, not for action, and this is his tragedy. He is going to act, he must act.He needs to change the image of his life by action. He took off the military cap on his head, stood up slowly, and put the general cap on Hao Laosi's bloody head; he found a small military iron knife from the plantain shed, and put it on Hao Laosi silently. They dug up in the wet ground around them. He couldn't let Hao Lao Si sleep forever in the open air in a foreign country like this. He wanted to bury him, and also bury the weak self who lived by fantasy yesterday. It took him a lot of effort to dig a shallow layer of ground. At this time, the thin monkey wounded soldier who was crying loudly while hugging Hao Laosi's body also called his two brothers to come, and they also copied the little iron mill to dig with him.He doesn't know them.They didn't know him either.They didn't speak, but their hearts were equally sad: Today they buried Hao Laosi, who will bury them tomorrow?God knows! The sky was hazy and bright, and a piece of milky white light had already penetrated through the cracks in the plantain grove around me.The air became worse and worse. The strong smell of gasoline, burnt cotton, and choking gunpowder smoke mixed together in the endless rain, piercing straight into Qi Zhijun's nostrils. Qi Zhijun wanted to vomit. Just as he carried Hao Laosi's body into the grave, Shang Wuqiang rushed over with a pistol in his hand. He didn't seem to be looking for Qi Zhijun, but Qi Zhijun still stopped: "Xiao Qi, why are you still dawdling here? They have already brought it to the pensioner Zhao, why don't you hurry up and get it?! Hurry up, you are in the third group, and the group leader is Wu Shengnan, the head of your second department! " When Shang Wuqiang spoke, Qi Zhijun straightened up, stared at him silently, pursed his thin lips, and did not speak.His eyes were very short-sighted, and when he looked at Shang Wuqiang, his eyes were squinted, as if he was about to fall asleep. Shang Wuqiang waved the gun in his hand, and said: "Go to Wu Shengnan quickly! Go! Don't dawdle!" Without speaking, he coldly pointed at the body of Hao Lao Si in the grave, bent down, and shoveled soil into the pit with his milling. Shang Wu became angry and shouted sharply: "Why did you bury him? This guy disturbed the morale of the army and cut himself off from the party-state. He asked for it!" Unknowingly, he had the courage to confront the boss who was in awe of him in the past and said: "He didn't disturb the morale of the army, he did it so as not to drag us down!" Shang Wuqiang exhaled a puff of air from his nostrils, and glanced at the grave with contempt: "Anyway, he's a coward!" Enraged by these words, he straightened his waist suddenly, and raised the iron body with a "huh"... Shang Wuqiang stepped back in shock, pointing his gun at Qi Zhijun's chest: "Officer Qi, what do you want to do?" The voice was majestic and shrill. Qi Zhijun's hands softened, and the iron knife fell to the ground, this action was completely subconscious.The majesty of the boss and the black muzzle of the gun revived his memory of the weak life yesterday. However, in just a moment, he realized that yesterday he had been buried in the grave with Hao Laosi, and from today onwards, he was going to act. He clenched the handle tightly with his hands, and his palms were sweating. He stared at Shang Wuqiang, and said word by word: "I won't allow you to say such a goddamn thing again, whether you are a colonel or an admiral!" Shang Wuqiang turned pale with anger at this blatant rebellion, but he still maintained a high degree of majesty and composure, maintaining the demeanor of a colonel and deputy director: "Qi Zhijun, are you still a revolutionary soldier? Can a revolutionary soldier talk to the officer in this tone? Huh?!" He smiled coldly: "Sir? When the officer dies, it's just a bunch of bones and a pile of stinky meat! The officer would rather drag the soldiers to death than have the courage to shoot himself in the head!" Shang Wuqiang was so angry that the hand holding the gun trembled: "I'll kill you!" Qi Zhijun asked mockingly: "Is it also called 'military law engagement'?" But at this moment, the sound of pulling the bolt of the gun sounded, and several soldiers around Qi Zhijun had pointed the muzzle of their rifles at Shang Wuqiang. The wounded skinny monkey pointed at Qi Zhijun and screamed: "Damn it, if your surname Shang dares to touch this brother, I will give you a 'military law engagement'!" Shang Wuqiang softened, put the pistol into the holster around his waist, and sighed: "Okay! Alright! Stop messing around! Bury this brother quickly, and return to the team! The military headquarters and the troops directly under it have already set off!" After finishing speaking, Shang Wuqiang straightened his wet military cap, turned around, and strode away, as if nothing had happened.Qi Zhijun stared at Shang Wuqiang's generous back for a long, long time. Tears rolled down from the eyes for no reason. He was so confused, he didn't know why he was crying?Is it just because his weak life has fought tenaciously against the cold muzzle of a gun? I can't figure it out anyway. Life is nothing but a mystery. "Hey, brother! Brother!" Someone called from behind. He shook off the tears on his face, squinted his eyes and turned to look, only to find that it was the thin monkey calling him.The thin monkey was wearing a tattered military coat that had been soaked through by the rain, and the hat was on one side. "What do you call brother? What title?" "Qi Zhijun, Captain of the Political Department!" The thin monkey straightened his military cap, put his heels together, and saluted him: "Brother He Guisheng. Thank you on behalf of the brothers! The officers are like you, and the battle will not be fought like this! Damn it!" Qi Zhijun smiled bitterly, sighed and said: "Brother made a mistake! The officers are all like brothers and me, maybe the defeat will be even worse!" After finishing speaking, he silently filled the grave with soil, and the skinny monkey He Guisheng and several other brothers followed suit.While filling the soil, He Guisheng told him: He has returned to his own company, and the brothers around him are all comrades-in-arms who have rolled among the dead. On the way to India, if you encounter difficulties, as long as you meet them, They will definitely help. He was very moved and thanked them. After finishing the burial of Hao Laosi, he broke up with them.He is going to receive the last supplies to sustain the long journey, and he wants to use the powerful life he has just created to complete new actions.He hoped that Qu Ping could be assigned to his group, so that it would be easier for him to act. He wondered if Qu Ping would be in his group?The team leader Wu Shengnan and the section chief is a lesbian. Will the political department insert Qu Ping again?Shang Wuqiang didn't say anything just now.Maybe it will, but it's not convenient for Section Chief Wu to act as a lesbian, and Qu Ping will most likely be assigned. He thought, now that he is going to be a tough man, he will no longer be afraid of Shang Wuqiang, and he will take Qu Ping back from Shang Wuqiang. In the misty drizzle, he imagined countless times the scene of two men holding pistols duel... After running to several shacks and asking many people, he found Wu Shengnan in the big shack where he gnawed the corn last night until it was bright.Wu Shengnan is only thirty-one years old, but he is Corey's eldest sister.He gave him four mugs of rice in military mugs.While she was digging the rice, he noticed that the sack containing the rice had shriveled up. He packed the rice into his knapsack. Wu Shengnan handed him another ten pistol bullets. He also carried it in the bullet pouch on his waist. As he reloaded, his eyes searched here and there, trying to find the familiar sun-like face. could not find it. He asked Wu Shengnan: "Sister Wu, who is in our group?" "Here, Old Master Zhao!" The old guy Zhao Dekui was squatting at the door of the shack smoking a pipe, his gray head was lowered, as if he was thinking about something, his old and dirty military cap was resting on his bent knees. "And Director Liu!" Officer Liu with a flat face smiled at him as if crying. He nodded at Officer Liu, and asked again: "Where's Qu Ping?" After asking, his heart was beating violently, and his face seemed to turn red. Sister Wu didn't notice. "Director Qu Ping is also in our group..." Just as they were talking, Qu Ping and Wu Qiang came in one after the other. As soon as Qu Ping saw him, she shouted in a bright voice: "Qi Zhijun, where did you go? It made me look everywhere! You are the only one missing from this group of people!" He felt hot in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Shang... Director Shang knows." Shang Wuqiang said calmly: "He just went to bury a dead brother." While talking, Shang Wuqiang walked towards him.He couldn't help being a little nervous, and the hand holding the belt around his waist trembled a little. The rebellious scene had just finished, and he didn't know what to do now—maybe the duel between the two men was about to start at the door of this shack. Damn, fight!As long as Shang Wuqiang touched the gun, he would touch it too. Shang Wuqiang didn't touch the gun.He is touching his pockets.After fumbling for a long time, I found out a pair of glasses: "Xiao Qi, didn't you break your glasses? I just found a pair at the cadre training regiment's station. Take it with you, is it suitable?" He collapsed all of a sudden - crushed by Shang Wuqiang's generosity, he hurriedly stood up, thanked him in a murmur, and took the glasses with both hands. One leg of the glasses was broken, and it was tied with a hemp thread, but the two lenses were good. He tried them on and they were not bad. Although the prescription was a little low, it was better than no glasses. Shang Wuqiang put a powerful big hand on his shoulder and said: "Xiao Qi, be strong! This group is just us two decent men! From now on, we are people on the same boat, and we must help each other in the same boat, dear and sincere, and walk to India hand in hand!" He straightened to attention, touched the heels of his boots loudly, with tears in his eyes, saluted Shang Wuqiang, and uttered a firm word: "yes!" Two hours later, the scary bugle sounded, and with the departure of the cadre training group, they also set off lightly.At this time, the rain had stopped, the sky was blindingly white, and the May sun was looming in the clouds above their heads.A dark and heavy shadow passed over the mountains ahead of the road.The long snake team composed of 17,000 people drove into the savage mountains stretching thousands of miles with only enough food and supplies to last four days...