Chapter 10 In the morning - a pile of soil and a soldier

The sky is about to turn white.Everything is quiet.This quietness gave birth to the seeds of the steel chorus later on. The old comrade was lying on the edge of the ditch in the mountain, wearing a ragged cotton jacket. He had seen and heard a lot, had a steady courage, a heavy heart, and was not afraid of cold or hunger. The purpose is to know how to do that, and with experience, when the time comes, steel flies like swallows in the sky, "Come on, x your mother, I will blow you up for seven or eight dollars!" Toss it everywhere, blah... a pile of smoke, a pile of stones, a pile of soil, rolling straight up.A powerful plow, a big invisible hand, how many things can be turned up in one fell swoop!Those thighs, those fingers, those torn and elongated viscera, flowered intestines, water snake-like intestines. "Come on, x your ancestor, do it again!" He did it again.

Old comrades were half-mad in those days.Every sound in the air drove him mad. "Come on, × you..." Then he did it again.Every movement is accompanied by a vulgar word, which contains a kind of strength, a breath. The old comrade is not dead. God knows whose idea this is. As usual, brave people don't die easily.Guns often drive people to wear behind their backs. If you want to run away, you will be done in one shot.If you don't run, you won't finish before the rushing Maozi. Shh... a stray bullet; a purple bird flying overhead, a signal, the first raindrops in a storm.Come, what happened yesterday is coming again.Like the dawn, the night will come after all.

It is all over, the night and the silence are over.There was the sound of a machine gun in the distance, and then it was very quiet again. It's dawn, and it seems that nothing will happen again. The old comrade scratched the void.See which way the wind blows.The old comrade was accompanied by a younger comrade, a student, and the round steel helmet was resting on his head, proving that he had not been here for a long time.The student said hoarsely: "My wife, my wife, don't be joking, be careful." "Be careful? Be careful of your life as the emperor! What are you doing here? Let me ask you."

There was no reply from that side. After a while, the student wearing the steel bandit said: "Old comrades, old comrades, with 10,000 helmets, you won't be afraid of machine guns when you charge this morning." The man is a little younger, and his words are so stupid, it's really like a machine gun only picks the brain to drill, and the other skin and flesh don't make fun of it, so the old comrades don't laugh when they hear this.People in the back want to buy patriotic hats, but those in the front don't.They want cannons, cannons, machine guns, and anti-aircraft guns aimed at aircraft in the air. Who should they ask for?

From the point of view of the students, this old comrade is a bit stupid, so brave, so fierce, who can do it if he is not a fool?Looking at the ground, faint outlines have appeared everywhere, and the trench is like a black belt, climbing to a higher place.The student asked: "Old comrade, old comrade, why are you here?" "Why did I come here? The devil knows. Why are you here? Let me ask you. People who understand don't come here, and those who come don't understand. Everyone wants to move, baby, run to the south, shameless, not shy, Save your life to be the emperor, who will guard this land."

"You have a home...and soil." "Do I have fields and can't bear to leave? I have graves. The Maozi came and took our land. How much effort and blood did the ancestors shed? Let them take a piece of fertile soil in front of the house, without shame? Scholars are not afraid I'm afraid of being humiliated. I can't stand up, my brains are blown, and my chest is deflated. I lie down in the hole plowed by the shells and let it rot, let it rot. Someone will say in the morning: "The old comrade is not deflated. Take a breath and don't let yourself leave the narrow ditch and run to the wide place.He's dead, he's tough, he's worth it. '" The student didn't say a word, but also fished his hand in the air for a while, trying to crawl over, as if he wanted to kiss the old comrade, and the old comrade said: "Man, be careful, it's not for fun. "

"Come on, I'll make you emperor. I'll make you this." He tried to take off the hat, which made him ashamed. boo... All of a sudden, the little chick was finished, overturned, and rolled into the muddy water in the ditch.A steel helmet remains with the old comrade. "Invent this thing!" the old comrade said. "When snow falls in the sky, wear it on your head to block the snow for a while. Sending 10,000 pieces seems to be all about not blowing up your brains, and driving the guns into other places, filling the whole city of Beijing with the wounded, and letting people know After resisting for so long and hurting so much, it’s like making peace. Mom, you talk about discord with me. I’m afraid of losing face. Our ancestors didn’t lose face.”

There were gunshots a little farther away, gunshots on the left, and gunshots on the right. The old comrade touched his side, and there were seventeen iron mallets stuffed with explosives beside him.Everything is frozen in the cold air; the air is frozen, and the iron is also frozen. In March 1933, in Qingdao