It was a cloudy and windless morning. The rising sun sometimes shone brightly and sometimes hid in the clouds.
After breakfast, Hu Yi opened the door, pushed open the window, stood at the window and looked at the sky leisurely. The air outside was much better than in the ward.
The tall Dr. Zhou came into the yard, wearing a military uniform but no white coat, with a rifle slung over her shoulder and a satchel in each hand. The rifle was not carried properly, causing the muzzle to hit her legs constantly. The satchel was not light, and it looked uncomfortable in her hands, and it looked ridiculous as it swayed from side to side.
"You saw it, why don't you come out and answer it?"
Hu Yi, who was leaning against the window, smiled but didn't move: "Can I be discharged from the hospital?"
Zhou Wanping entered the room and threw her satchel and rifle onto Hu Yi's bed, making a clanging sound. Then she sat beside the bed and urged him, "Pack up your rags and get dressed. Hurry up."
"Are you in such a hurry to get me out?"
"Follow me in a moment."
"Go with you?" Hu Yi thought he could be discharged from the hospital.
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. I have to go out for a while, you follow me as a guard."
"Big sister, if I don't leave the hospital, I will still be a wounded patient. There are so many people in your security department, why can't you find anyone else? How can it be my turn? Isn't this too unjust?"
Seeing Hu Yi still lying on the window sluggishly unwilling to move, Zhou Wanping raised her head and said, "You ignorant little soldier, do you believe that I can let you live here for the rest of your life
Hu Yi finally left the window and came to the bedside. He looked at the things Zhou Wanping had brought him and asked, "Where's my backpack?"
"There's too much blood in it, it can't be washed out, so I threw it in the warehouse. The things are stuffed in these two bags, why don't you hurry up?"
"Yes, sir."
Hu Yi sat down helplessly, re-tied his shoelaces, took out leggings from his bag and started knitting them, quickly and carefully, as if he was making a handicraft.
Zhou Wanping, who was sitting next to him, watched the leggings in his hand flip back and forth, and the beautiful outline was quickly taking shape. She couldn't help but look at her own leggings: "Hey, your style is so weird, why do you need two pairs? Teach me when you have time."
Hu Yi, who was busy with his head down, didn't think much about it and said casually: "You'd better not learn this. This style makes your calves look strong and thick. It's not suitable for a woman like you. It will ruin your beautiful long legs."
This sentence made Zhou Wanping's expression suddenly become a little strange.
After finishing the leggings, he stood up, picked up the belt, put on the leather bullet box, bayonet scabbard, leather braces, tied the shirt around his waist and tied it tightly; opened the bullet box to check the bullets, picked up the sharp bayonet and shone the blade towards the light, then sheathed it; straightened the folds of the coat.
There were two box guns, one with a holster and the other without. He unloaded all the bullets on the spot and refilled them one by one. The gun made crisp clicking sounds. Then he carried the one in the holster on the right side of his waist and put the other one into the shoulder bag with the safety off. The shoulder bag with grenades and hand grenades was slung across his right side, and the bag with the Mauser pistol was slung across his left side. Then he put on the water bottle.
She exhaled, picked up the Type 38 rifle, and carefully checked it from beginning to end. She found the new changes on the buttstock, and a faint smile flashed across her eyes. There was something else next to the pattern of the two puppies, as if a triangle was connected with two circles, and the little girl drew the bicycle again.
He pulled the straps and slung the rifle over his shoulder, then finally picked up the military cap, which was clean and tidy, having been washed by Zhou Wanping, and exuded the fragrance of soap. He squeezed the brim of the cap out of habit, making it the arc he liked, pinched the brim with his right hand, and put the cap on carefully from front to back.
At this point, the tall and upright soldier with a unique temperament appeared in Zhou Wanping's eyes again, just like him when he was on the sand by the water, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.
"What's wrong? I... something's wrong?" Hu Yi asked the pair of dazed eyes.
"Uh... Oh... It's nothing. I'm just wondering... Why do you like hats with curved brims? And why do you wear them so low?"
“This makes me look even less human.”
This answer was beyond Zhou Wanping's expectation, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing. This kid actually knows how to joke? I didn't expect it.
Li Xiang sat quietly beside the broken table, staring blankly at the vibrant honey locust tree in the yard outside the window, and listening to the sounds of training coming from the playground in the distance.
I have been here for several days since I left the division. I feel that it is completely different from other places and other units. I didn't expect that the ninth squad was directly under the regiment, and I didn't expect that the ninth squad raised funds for its own accommodation; I didn't expect that the youngest soldier in the ninth squad was only thirteen years old, still a little girl; I didn't expect that the ninth squad was so lazy and undisciplined, it felt more like being hospitalized than living in a hospital.
At daybreak, the idiot named Wu Shitou got up, filled the water tank, boiled water, swept the floor, tidied the yard, carried all the lunch boxes of Class 9 to the kitchen to get breakfast and put it on the table. Finally, he sat by the well in the yard, basking in the sun while looking at the well with a silly smile on his face. He never moved again. They said that he had dug the well himself a few days ago and almost drowned in it.
The second person to get up was Liu Jianqiang. He didn't understand why everyone called him Runny Nose. He looked serious, stubborn and tenacious, and a good soldier. This nickname was completely opposite to him, which made Li Xiang puzzled. Liu Jianqiang was also a wounded soldier. He said that his leg was shot through by the Japanese. Now he is basically healed, but he still limps a little when he walks. After getting up, he went to the yard to do exercises and jogging. After eating breakfast, he went out to practice aiming and assassination. He is still practicing alone in silence.
After Wu Shitou, Liu Jianqiang and Li Xiang had finished their breakfast, Ma Liang crawled out of bed, sat on the edge of the bed with sleepy eyes and started to tie his leggings for a long time. However, his leggings were tied in a unique and complicated way, different from everyone else's. Li Xiang had never seen anyone tie leggings like this. Ma Liang proudly said that there were only two people in the whole regiment who could tie leggings like this, and he was the only one who learned to tie leggings like this from the squad leader.
After spending eight hundred years putting on his leggings, Ma Liang was not in a hurry to eat his breakfast which had already gone cold, but went to rinse his mouth and wash his face first. Although he did not get up early, he was the only one who had washed his face so far.
At this moment, Ma Liang was standing in the room, fiddling with his hat, deliberately squeezing the brim until it curled up, and then called Li Xiang: "Hey, baldy, baldy."
Li Xiang really didn't like the nickname that girl gave him, but he didn't dare to deny it. He turned back to look at Ma Liang helplessly: "What's the matter?"
"Can you see if my hat is straight?" Then Ma Liang turned around and asked, "Is there any wrinkle on the back of my clothes?"
"..." Li Xiang was speechless as he was still busy with his outfit but still hadn't finished it.
"How about it?"
"Hmm... Very good... Very good... Um... Why do you like the brim of your hat to bend down, and... wear it so low?"
"This will make me look more like a class monitor."
Li Xiang nodded with a frown on his face. It turned out that he was a complete personality cult.
The bed creaked and Li Xiang turned his head to see a burly figure sitting up from the bed in a daze. It was Luo Fugui, the bear-like deputy of Class 9. When he saw his figure for the first time, Li Xiang's heart trembled. This guy was too big.
"You two are such wicked people. You've been nagging me so early in the morning. Are you going to let me sleep?"
Li Xiang was new here and the other party was the class vice-chairman, so he didn't dare to say much and just kept silent.
Ma Liang patted the wrinkles on his clothes and replied, "Can you please have some shame? Is it morning? Open your bear eyes and look carefully. What time is it? Su Yushi blocked your bed twice and you still don't remember. Get up quickly."
"Damn it, it's blocked if it's blocked. Too much debt is better than nothing. Anyway, I haven't finished copying the words I was punished to copy the last two times, so it doesn't matter how much more I have to pay."
After he finished speaking, the dazed bear lay down again with a plop.
Suddenly, Xiao Hongying's voice came from the inner room behind the door curtain: "Well, let's sleep until lunch first, and make her angry to death."
Li Xiang was completely speechless. How could she still say "good"? It seemed that the most powerful one was this little girl. She was lawless not only in Class 9, but also in the entire group. It seemed that she had a grudge against Su Yushi. She always opposed Su Yu and looked down on him whenever she saw him.
There was another thing that Li Xiang could not understand. On his first day in Class 9, he was severely taught not to greet the people from the Second Company or to be nice to them. If he was found violating this rule, he would be executed immediately.
The sunlight outside the window gradually penetrated into the clouds, and the man with runny nose finally sat down under the soapberry tree to rest and wipe his sweat. Li Xiang looked at all this and became even more stunned.
Towering mountains, steep cliffs, deep valleys, and occasional lush greenery.
In the mountain stream, a team was marching slowly, with one person in the front and about thirty people following at a distance.
The group of people were wearing gray hats and gray military uniforms, some of which were torn and some were patched, and their gray leggings and worn cloth shoes were covered in mud. One of them was carrying a Czech-style light machine gun, and the rest were all carrying Hanyang-style machine guns. All of them had tired and sleepy looks on their faces, and it was obvious that they had been marching for a long time.
The person walking in front was dressed like a mountain villager. He was leaning on a thick branch in one hand and wiping the sweat from his forehead with the other. He stopped and looked around, then turned around and said, "Platoon Leader Ye, how about we take a break? Hey, my legs are really weak."
The man behind him, who was wearing a dirty and torn Eighth Route Army uniform, also stopped, looked around, then looked up at the sky and said, "It's cloudy, it might rain, we'd better find a suitable place to stay overnight and rest."
After hearing this, the fellow villager looked up at the sky. It was sunny in the morning, but now it is completely cloudy. He thought for a moment and said, "If we keep going forward, we will reach Kunma Mountain, which is a little further away. If we go south from here, there is a Xiaoli Village, which is not far away."
Platoon Leader Ye looked back at the team, thought carefully for a moment, and said to his fellow villager, "Let's go to Xiaoli Village first and make plans there. I hope the rain won't come too early."
"Okay." The fellow villager cleared the way again and led the sleepy team south.
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