The wet Xu Le pushed open the door and walked in, and the rain kept dripping down his wet cuffs.
Several members of the Seventh Group looked at the ground along the water droplets, subconsciously or deliberately not looking at his face, because they were nervous or did not know how to meet, so they did not dare to raise their eyes.
The atmosphere in the room is very strange, some tension is not the kind of tension between life and death, some suffocation is not the suffocation caused by incendiary bombs, but some kind of sunshine, island, blue sea, naked men screaming and rushing down the cliff to see who is faster. suffocation.
Xu Le wiped the rain off his face, looked at everyone in the room for a moment, and put his right hand into his jacket pocket, as if he wanted to take out something.
The NTR team members in the room were suddenly nervous. They felt completely different from those of the seventh team members. To them, the man who broke into the small courtyard with the wind and rain was a legend and an extremely dangerous character. The important thing is that the other party is an imperial man.
They subconsciously clenched the firearms in their hands, ready to take aim and shoot at any time.
Seeing this scene, the seven team members reacted purely subconsciously, and quickly moved their guns slightly, aiming at the floor in front of their feet to suppress.
"Don't be nervous."
Xu Le noticed the situation in the room, and threw the gun in his hand to his feet. When he took out his hand in his jacket pocket, there was a cigarette case stained with water.
"Brother Pouring, beads, mountain cannons..."
He looked at several familiar subordinates, shouted their names with uncontrollable emotions, then took out deflated and damp cigarettes from the cigarette case, and sent them one by one, even those nervously holding guns. The NTR team was not missing either.
Those federal soldiers who did not have a background in the seven groups felt their scalps numb when they saw the cigarettes handed in front of them. They didn't know what to do. After a moment of embarrassment, they took them in abruptly, but no one dared to point them. , watching the situation in the room with vigilance or confusion.
The members of the old seventh group did not have any concerns. Shan Pao took the cigarette with a smile, and lifted the bangs that were already very thick in front of their foreheads, but they were now thicker due to dirt. After lighting it, Meimei took a sip, but it was spicy and irritating after being wet. The smoke choked and coughed repeatedly.
He quickly took out a blue cigarette case from his trouser pocket, held a cigarette in both hands, and said sympathetically, "Boss, smoke this, blue box Sanqi, you haven't smoked it for a long time, right?"
Xu Le was stunned, took the long-lost Sanqi brand cigarette, looked at the thick black hair that kept swaying in front of him, remembered the young man who put this smoking habit into the seventh group, and also remembered many years ago. The past of those more than 100 men on the battlefield.
Like Brother Po and Zhuzi, Shan Pao was also one of the new members of the group 7 who were recruited from Unit 8384 in Hong Kong. His father was a well-known barrister, and his family conditions were extremely good.
Xu Le still remembered that after a certain devil training, the boy hid in the grass and cried, like an aggrieved boy complaining that the conditions of the barracks were too bad, and even cigarettes could only smoke blue box Panax notoginseng.
He lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes, took a breath, and sighed with self-deprecation and nostalgia: "No one has called me boss for many years."
Hearing this sentence, the expressions of the team members became a little complicated. They remembered the identity of the man in front of them again, and the revealing of the life experience that shocked the entire Federation. Suddenly, they found that there was something wrong with their performance. Very few federal soldiers should have. Attitude.
But this is really impossible, Shan Pao frowned, confirming that he could not treat his boss as an enemy, so he looked at everyone in the room and smiled, igniting the military fireproof lighter in his hand, and smilingly approached those In front of the NTR team members, lit the cigarettes for them.
A dozen or so men lit cigarettes, stood on the spot and sucked hard, the smoke quickly dispersed, occupying every corner of the room, successfully dispelling the remaining traces of tension, strangeness and confrontation.
On the dangerous battlefield where life and death are imminent, this kind of stick-shaped burning material is always the best material to shorten the distance and harmonize emotions. Those NTR team members who are facing the enemy finally relaxed, and their faces began to show genuine smiles , leaning against the wall and whispering something to his companions.
The wind and rain outside the window continued, and the round, pearl-like rain hit the broken glass and beech wood, blooming continuously, making a puff sound, echoing in the ears of everyone in the room, like a song. The light and lively violin music is extremely relaxing.
Xu Le took off the cigarette and put it between his fingers, and quickly glanced around the room. In the dark place, he saw a wounded lying on the stretcher. Paul was behind the stretcher. stand up.
He pressed down gently with his right hand hanging beside him, motioning Paul to calm down and not make too many movements, then looked at the burly man by the window, and said after a moment of silence: "You know how dangerous this war zone is, It's more troublesome to walk with two captives, don't tell me anything like a tactical manual, if you think the wounded is a problem, I can help you."
Raindrops came in through the cracks of the smashed beech boards behind Xiong Linquan, soaking his strong shoulders, but he didn't mean to move to avoid the rain. After Xu Le entered the room, he had been standing by the window and looking at him in silence. , no hugs in the past, no guns, no cigarettes.
"Big Bear, you know me. I won't tell lies or nonsense. Give me a face and let Paul go. He's not an imperial prince. He and his mother rescued me in the empire. In other words, they helped the Commonwealth, not intentionally, but I assure you, he was a good man, and his family was a good man."
Xiong Linquan frowned slightly, thinking how strange these words always sounded. Just as he was about to say something, a burst of exaggerated laughter suddenly sounded in the dark corner of the room.
"It's so fucking fun! Hahahaha!"
The laughter was loud, arrogant and cold, and even had a bitter taste of resentment, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the room. People took off the cigarette between their lips and looked there.
"What are you doing? Acting in a movie? A warm reunion? You idiots, thinking that if you cover your eyes, this guy is not from the Empire!"
Dongfang Yu, who was lying on the stretcher, was seriously injured, but at this time, he did not know where the strength came from, supporting him to lean against the wet corner, panting and looking at the crowd, scolding fiercely: "What do you want to do? Going to the enemy or treason? Or are you going to hug the imperial prince's thigh?"
He raised his arm with difficulty, pointed at Xiong Linquan who was standing by the window, and shouted sharply: "Xiong Linquan! You must dare to make a deal with him, unless you kill me right now, or when I go back, I will definitely fuck your entire family of eighteen generations of ancestors. !"
Shan Pao was aroused by this man's repeated stern words, he spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Dongfang! I don't care about your official rank, you have to dare to call your boss an imperial man, wait. You're injured, I will definitely stab you three more times in the stomach!"
Dongfang Yu's resentful laughter forced tears, and the wounds on his chest and abdomen split open and began to seep blood, looking very miserable, he looked at Shan Pao and sneered contemptuously: "Coward, if you say it's not him, it's not ?"
Shan Pao's lips moved slightly, he wanted to refute but he didn't know how to refute, he grinned like crying and smiling, looked back at Xu Le, his eyes were like a wounded little white rabbit, extremely pitiful.
Xu Le looked towards the corner of the room, and only at this moment did he recognize the identity of the seriously wounded person, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of shock and a lot of strong puzzlement in his heart.
Dongfang Yu was the head of the 1st Regiment of the Seventh Tie Division many years ago, and he and Ximen Jin are Du Shaoqing's right-hand man. The war has lasted for many years. According to the usual trajectory, this person should at least be the commander of a main division of the Federation, or even have a higher command power. , to become a new generation of generals in the federal military.
Who would have thought that such an officer with a bright future would now appear in the worst courtyard of the Southwest Theater, lying on a stretcher coughing blood and laughing bitterly and resentfully.
Of course, Xu Le remembered that he forced Du Shaoqing to personally punish this man and throw him into the NTR unit of the New 17th Division. , Du Shaoqing, who has long been regarded as the first person on the front line of the Federation, has never fished out this most loyal subordinate.
"You're right, whether I admit it or not, I'm from the Empire, but now I've learned not to take this status as a shame, because not all people in the Empire are bad people, and not all people in the Federation are good people."
Three years ago, there were several bottles of inferior wine and two bowls of instant noodles in the foothills department store. After a long talk, Xu Le had long since lost the confusion of his life experience. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Dongfang Yu on the stretcher, and said, "For example, Do you think you have the right to accuse others of being cowards when a federal man like you is so shameless that he shoots his comrades in the back on the battlefield?"
The room was quiet, Dongfang Yu leaned against the wall and looked at him, the smile on his face gradually faded, after a moment of silence, he replied indifferently: "I don't want to explain anything about that incident back then, including in the past few years at NTR, I have never I haven't concealed my disgust for your shitty group of seven, even if you all die, you won't get the slightest sympathy from me."
"But I paid the price."
Dongfang Yu looked down at the blood oozing from the bandage on his abdomen, and said, "I spent three years in NTR, how long did the rest of the people in the room stay? Who on Mohuaxing has killed more enemies than me?"
"According to the merits of the war, I could have walked out of the NTR with a straight chest, but I didn't leave. I just wanted to work on the NTR until I died!"
"why?"
Dongfang Yu stared into his eyes, and continued with a blank face: "Xu Le, I just want to stop the mouth of a moral monger like you, I want to tell everyone that I have not embarrassed the teacher and Tie Qi Shi, I want to let You have no excuse to accuse my troops."