Hu Yi likes to walk on the march.
Although I was tired, I had an indescribable feeling watching the team stretching out in front of me. Over time, I would have a hypnotic illusion that the road was a ditch, the soldiers were streams, and I felt like I was flowing.
Hu Yi likes to walk on the march.
In a world without a future, staying is a pain. The better you are at thinking, the more painful it is. It is better to walk, feel the wind and sun, watch your shadow changing in the changing environment, and think that the world will also change.
No one in the marching team spoke loudly. Hu Yi, who was at the end of the team, was absent-minded. The difficulty of this mission was not the battle, but the delivery of the letter, especially the letter of contact between the friendly forces and the independent regiment. How could the devil get it? He had been thinking about it all the way.
Regarding the mission, Su Qing did not make any requirements, only saying that success or failure depends on God. This is not her style, just like she began to learn to smile. Recalling the farewell before dawn, Hu Yi saw reluctance in her eyes for the first time. Or maybe it was the bright morning glow behind her that caused an illusion. Although she looked like the morning glow, Hu Yi still felt that this was not her style.
Regarding the mission, Hu Yi wanted to do it perfectly. Using a dead person to deliver the letter was a safe method, but the credibility would be greatly reduced. Hu Yi did not intend to perfunctorily carry out this plan. The letter had to be delivered by a living person! If it was delivered directly to the devils, the messenger would surely die. Hu Yi was considering using the puppet army. If the messenger fell into the hands of the puppet army, the chance of survival would be higher. The puppet army company that was crippled by the first and second companies in Baishitan was the target that Hu Yi was going to use.
Gao Yidao mentioned in the meeting that the movements of the remnants of the puppet army in Baishitan were difficult to determine. Hu Yi felt that the remnants of the puppet army would start to return east after dawn, at least the wounded would return east, and they would meet the 9th Company on the road sooner or later. This was an opportunity to deliver the letter.
Having made this decision in his mind, the messenger took a temporary break and some soldiers conveyed the company commander's orders one segment at a time by shouting.
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"What? Pretending to be a friendly army signalman and deliberately getting caught by the puppet army? Can you still survive?" A soldier was surprised.
"So the company commander asked, is there anyone who volunteers?" Another soldier conveyed the intention to the soldiers gathered nearby.
No one answered, and everyone was silent. It felt so unfair. There was no sense of heroism like hugging the Japanese and pulling out a grenade. No matter how you thought about it, it felt like you were dying in vain.
Not far away was the third row's rest area. The company commander, the instructor, the first platoon leader and the second platoon leader were there. The scene was also silent.
Xu Xiao gritted his teeth until his lips became dry. He stood up suddenly and stammered, "I... I am a communicator, so I..."
"You're a rotten egg!" Luo Fugui raised his foot on the spot and kicked Xu Xiao, who hadn't finished speaking, back into the pit. He was in pain and couldn't climb out for a while.
Hu Yi did not react to this scene. He looked forward at the silent first row and turned back at the silent second row. He did not feel that his soldiers were inferior to anyone else. Even if Hu Yi was not the company commander, he would not take the initiative to accept this mission of sending himself to death. There was nothing to be embarrassed about, and it was reasonable that no one took the initiative to stand up.
In fact, Hu Yi had a plan for selecting people, drawing lots. When he was a company commander in the 67th Army, he did this a lot. Whenever he needed someone to perform a mission to die, Hu Yi would break a grass branch and let his subordinates draw the length. Whoever drew the shortest would die. This method could make everyone accept it and accept their fate. However, what the subordinates didn't know was that Hu Yi had the ability to make whoever he wanted to draw the shortest draw the shortest. In Hu Yi's hands, this seemingly fair lottery selection was actually a trick of secret manipulation, and it was one of the shameless abilities that the grassroots commanders of the 67th Army must possess.
So Hu Yi started to break off the grass branches. Although he hadn't broken off the branches for a long time, his hands were still fresh. He was thinking, should this be fair? How could it be fair? At least he couldn't let the short sticks fall into the hands of certain people.
The atmosphere was very depressing. The spectators nearby seemed to understand what the company commander was going to do next. That was a sign of drawing lots. Everyone thought this was the most appropriate way, except Tang Dagou, whose expression changed slightly. As a soldier he understood, but he was not worried because he knew he did not have the noble temperament of the Eighth Route Army and that the wise company commander Hu Yi was not blind.
"I'll go."
This sudden sound made some people breathe a sigh of relief, but also surprised some people, especially Hu Yi. His originally expressionless bronze face now looked at Qin You with a frown. His bearded farmer face showed no expression at all. He just frowned, still sitting on the grass, with a half-burned wrinkled cigarette between his rough fingertips.
"Who made me a incompetent instructor? Now I'll be one! I don't have anything to worry about, and I can't help you much on the battlefield. I've already had enough of worrying about you guys, so it's good for everyone to have some peace and quiet... Well... I hope that the superiors can assign you a good instructor in the future, who can do what I can't and really help you have a bright future!"
The morning sun was warm, and a slight mountain breeze blew by, but it still failed to take away the silence of the soldiers, and only dropped half of the cigarette ash between Qin You's fingers.
As a result… Qin You frowned even more deeply: "I have said this much, and you can still remain indifferent? Don't you even have the courage to stand up and compete with me?"
Everyone's expressions became even more stiff, some people continued to be solemn, some people temporarily short-circuited, and some people were shocked again: Do you still have to set the pace in relationships
Xu Xiao finally climbed out of the pit with great difficulty: "Instructor, count me in..." Before he could finish his words, he was kicked in the chest again and fell back to the bottom of the pit, gritting his teeth.
Luo Fugui, who was retracting his legs, muttered: "A grandma... Isn't one enough?"
Tian Sanqi stood up suddenly with a dark face and said firmly: "I'll go."
Tang Dagou's eyes suddenly sneered: "This guy... He hasn't even taken over as a platoon leader yet, but he's in a hurry to give a big gift to the enemy? Who is he trying to trick?" He muttered to Tian Sanqi and glanced at Ma Liang with a gloating look.
Ma Liang lowered his head in silence. Tian Sanqi's sudden statement put him in a dilemma. He didn't want to stand up, but if he didn't stand up now, his prestige would be lost. So he stood up and said, "I am the most suitable person to go! First, I have been a communicator, so I don't need to pretend. Second, I have the most experience in contact with the enemy, so I am more suitable for this mission. Third, I have the most comprehensive skills and the highest chance of survival. Based on the above, I think there is no need to argue anymore!"
The atmosphere suddenly became strange.
Tian Sanqi now realized his recklessness and accidentally hooked Ma Liang. If he let Ma Liang do this mission that would send him to his death, it would be like cutting off his own arm, which would really be a gift to the enemy. So Tian Sanqi slowly shifted his gaze and angrily stared at the big dog.
So, Xiao Hongying slowly raised her eyebrows and looked at Tian Sanqi coldly.
So Luo Fugui slowly opened his bear mouth and stared at Ma Liang blankly.
So, the good-for-nothing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was ungrateful for him to be a corrupt official of the Eighth Route Army. It was fortunate that he had no future!
So, Hu Yi was ready to express his position, wanting to end this scene that had turned sour, but Qin You's voice sounded before him: "Enough! That's enough! At least someone has stood up with me! At least I have a companion! From being the instructor of the 9th Company to now, I have not been able to establish a party group. Now the soldiers are watching... They can all testify... I, Qin You... am the person who introduced Ma Liang and Tian Sanqi to join the party! This is enough for me to die with no regrets in my heart."
The awkward hillside was suddenly washed away by solemnity. Hu Yi could hear the sound of mountain wind in his ears. In his sight, Qin You's unshaven face was too rough to reflect the morning sun. Hu Yi didn't want to remember too many faces, but this face was hard to erase. He let go, and a handful of neatly folded grass branches fell to the ground. He looked away and saw the sky, and the towering mountains were endless...