.Boy Sun walked very slowly. After taking a step, he tried to look at these strange special forces soldiers. His clear eyes were filled with innocence and curiosity. { %%..Start.Send}
This is really an ordinary little boy, no different from any boy of the same age. He has dark skin, thick eyes, slightly curly hair, and a typical tropical ethnic appearance.
The little boy walked very slowly, like a frightened deer, with curious eyes, slowly approaching step by step.
Geng Zhijun and Ye Huan were smiling happily.
They were qualified to laugh. The weak power of eleven people actually used the power of lions to fight rabbits to destroy hundreds of militants' poison nests, destroyed dozens of acres of poppy, and destroyed tons of opium and
Heroin, no matter what aspect, this mission was a complete success.
As for running away from Hongba, everyone didn't mind. The Golden Triangle is a place that advocates strength. Most of Hongba's men were killed and injured. He fled in panic. The legendary general's golden sign probably won't buy it in the future.
After all, the old general fell down and the new general stood up. The Golden Triangle was originally a world of luàn, and naturally there were many more powerful people who came out to take over Hongba's territory. Besides, when Hongba was extremely angry, it would inevitably have formed a lot in the Golden Triangle.
Deep hatred, it is obvious that the generals in the Golden Triangle are not very noble in character, "complain with virtue" and will definitely not do such stupid things as "replacing evil with evil". It is more in line with their values. Even if Hongba escapes, can he be endless?
Surviving from the hunt is still an unknown number.
"Political Commissar, my rank of lieutenant shouldn't have run away this time, right?" Ye Huan laughed loudly, and calculated with his fingers. He found that he had made the greatest contribution in this jungle battle. He predicted the ambush in advance and insisted on it.
The division of troops saved the entire team from the fate of being wiped out. When I went to Duanhongba's old nest, I found that the situation was wrong. I made a quick decision to choose my own actions and controlled the situation. The whole number of pieces together was simply the super-saving world in American blockbusters.
Hero, let alone the rank of lieutenant, it is not too much to be named a general?
Geng Zhijun immediately smiled and said with a stern face: "If you have made meritorious service, you will naturally give you the corresponding honors, but whether you will be awarded the rank of lieutenant will be decided by the military region."
Ye Huan heard the wrong meaning in this sentence and said anxiously: "Isn't it a foregone conclusion to be promoted to lieutenant?"
"No, you were promoted to a first-class non-commissioned officer less than two months after joining the army. This is a rare exception in the military region. The first-class non-commissioned officer's epaulette has not been worn for a few days, and you want to be promoted to lieutenant again. Do you think the army is
Your home is driving? It’s not as fast as a rocket.”
Ye Huan was stunned for a moment and said, "Yes... But Shen Laowu said..."
Geng Zhijun glared at him.
Ye Huan immediately changed his words: "Commander Shen said that as long as I make meritorious contributions to the country, he will not hesitate to be a military medal and military.
…”
Geng Zhijun didn't say anything, and his eyes looked at Ye Huan were full of sympathy. Ye Huan actually understood his eyes: "Your eyes tell me, I've been cheated."
Geng Zhijun rolled his eyes: "I didn't say that."
Ye Huan was filled with emotion for a moment. He suddenly felt that he was not qualified to laugh at those fools who had been cheated of money by scammers. Others were cheated and lost money at most, but he was deceived and ran his life thousands of miles away, selling his life in a mess.
It's a mess.
"Political Commissar, are you familiar with Shen Laowu? Do you know which way his child will take to go to school?"
Geng Zhijun frowned and looked at him: "What are you asking about this?"
"I want to tie his child up after I go back and throw it into the well."
The rest of the team members were cleaning the battlefield and joining the mountain people. Geng Zhijun was staring at the soldiers' work while chatting with Ye Huan without saying a word.
This is the time when the little boy came here.
Geng Zhijun, who had completed the mission, was in a good mood at the moment. When he was misled by false information and was ambushed, eleven people were able to escape unscathed. He also went around the jungle for a hundred miles and sent a surprise attack to take Hongba's nest. After returning, he was at least two.
I can't escape when I'm working hard. If I'm lucky, maybe I can add a silver bean on my shoulder, and it may not be possible to be promoted to a college student.
In a happy mood, Geng Zhijun's gaze also softened and he liked everything.
I turned my head inadvertently and saw a thin figure less than two meters away from him from the corner of my eyes.
Geng Zhijun subconsciously pushed his hand back, held the cold handle of the pistol behind his waist, and then looked at him fiercely, but saw that the other party was just a teenage boy, looking at him timidly with his upper body naked.
Geng Zhijun was stunned, hesitated for only a second, then let go of his hand holding the gun handle, and even smiled gently and friendlyly at the little boy on his face.
The little boy also smiled at him, his smile was very innocent, as if the most innocent and purest things in the world were contained in his smile, which made people feel countless favors in their hearts.
Ye Huan also stood by with his arms around him and smiled at this harmonious and warm scene. The soldiers and children looked at each other, representing blood and killing, while representing purity and kindness. Two extreme products appeared in the same place.
What a surreal scene in the picture. If a photographer takes this picture, it is simply an excellent material for the Pulitzer Prize for Photography...
Adults smile gently, children smile innocently, and the two extremes in the world bloom with the most beautiful smiles.
After looking at each other for a few seconds, the child's smile gradually changed. Although he still smiled like a poppy, he gradually became strange like a poppy. The pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank into the tip of a needle.
The accident happened so unexpectedly. A distance of one meter, the child suddenly reached his waist with his back hand. When his hand stretched out, there was a bright dagger. His innocent little face instantly changed.
Horrible, a cold light passed by like lightning, so fast that it was not even enough to blink, and the light had disappeared. When I looked at it again, the dagger had penetrated deeply into Geng Zhijun's left heart, leaving only a hilt trembling slightly.
Everyone was shocked.
Ye Huan opened his eyes and felt that his thoughts were blank. The cold and white sword light just now still appeared in his mind, as fast as chasing the passing light yin "Political Commissar!" The special forces members shouted sadly, and flew quickly one after another.
He rushed forward and supported Geng Zhijun's shaking body.
Ye Huan was full of energy, and then his first action was to kick the little boy, then pull the bolt, and pointed the kid's gun at the head.
"My mother! You are a bitch, dare to play Yin? You are tired of living, right?" Ye Huan's eyes were covered with bloodshot, and he was as manic as a madman. His fingers immediately pulled the trigger and waited for it.
He shot dead.
The little boy was kicked by Ye Huan. At this moment, he was lying on the ground and coughed hard. Seeing that the dagger had already entered Geng Zhijun's heart, the little boy immediately smiled strangely.
There was no trace of innocence on his face anymore. At this time, the little boy looked like a crazy perverted killer. When he saw someone dying under his hands, he felt a heartfelt spiritual satisfaction.
No one can imagine how such a trembling smile would appear on a teenage child's face.
"Ye Yehuan, stop... Forget it, forget it, I'll admit defeat." Geng Zhijun weakly stopped Ye Huan from killing him.
Ye Huan trembled all over, hesitated for a moment, finally let go of his fingers holding the trigger, turned around and squatted in front of Geng Zhijun, looking at the dagger at his mouth, the half-foot-long blade had already reached the handle.
I don’t know whether the little boy was unintentionally or had been trained to kill. The position of the dagger stabbed was very accurate, and it happened to be in the middle of the heart. Even Ye Huan couldn’t stab such a beautiful and neat knife.
Ye Huan's heart sank in vain.
The dagger chā is in this position, and so deep, I am afraid that Geng Zhijun's hope of survival is slim.
Tears burst out from his eyes, and Ye Huan squatted in front of him and cried, "Political Commissar,...you are fucking stupid! You are also a veteran who has experienced many battles, why don't you even have this vigilance? Seven feet tall
The man was actually knocked down by a child..."
Geng Zhijun fell softly in his comrades' arms, and the blood on his face was quickly gone, and his face turned pale in an instant. At the hilt of the knife, the red blood gushed out like a spring water. The comrades were crying and using it hard.
He pressed his hand on his mouth, trying to stop the blood from flowing out, but all the treatment actions were so futile.
Geng Zhijun's pupils in his eyes expanded rapidly and shrank again. After repeated repetition, his breath became heavy. He sighed weakly: "I'm careless, I'm really careless this time. I forgot that this is the Golden Triangle, which is our battlefield.
,There is no kindness or kindness on the battlefield, I am careless, careless
Ye Huan lowered his head and let tears flow: "You shouldn't be careless! You are not a new recruit, how could you make such a mistake?"
Geng Zhijun's eyes gradually dissipated, but he was still staring at the little boy lying on the ground in front of him. His expression was neither angry nor resentful. Instead, he smiled incomprehensible: "I'm soft-hearted, but I'm soft-hearted. Seeing him, I'm so sad.
I couldn't help but think of my three-year-old son, who was soft-hearted and could not stay alert at all."
His majestic body trembled, and Geng Zhijun suddenly coughed up blood from his mouth, and his face became more and more gray and pale.
"Political Commissar, cheer up! We are called helicopters, and you will be sent to the hospital."
Ye Huan choked and couldn't help himself, and his comrades beside him had already started crying.
Geng Zhijun shook his head and smiled weakly, "Don't worry, don't comfort me, this knife is so professional that even the gods can't save it. It's a difficult thing forever, but just death. Where can we win without sacrifice?"
There was already a hazy light and shadow in front of me, and Geng Zhijun's eyes became more and more dissipated. As he was dying, he felt reluctant and guilty on his face.
"Wife, wife...and son..., alas!"
"Political Commissar, don't worry, sister-in-law and your son, we will help you take care of you, and we will never let the mother and son suffer any grievances in life. I swear!" Ye Huan cried and held Geng Zhijun's gradually cold hand tightly.
Geng Zhijun nodded with difficulty: "Thank you, please, please."
He tried hard to support himself, as if he wanted to die like a dignified soldier. His eyes were staring at the little boy lying several meters in front of him. After a long time, Geng Zhijun sighed: "Child...
Just a child..."
After sighing, Geng Zhijun's body suddenly trembled violently, and large amounts of blood kept gushing out of his mouth. After a few spasms, he died of anger.
The comrades immediately started to cry in grief, but Ye Huan knelt in front of Geng Zhijun's body, his expression was dull and he didn't say anything for a long time.
I don't know how long it took, a murderous intent flashed through Ye Huan's eyes. He skillfully pulled the gun bolt with his left hand, and stepped forward and held the little boy's eyebrows.
"Ye Huan! Stop!" shè wolf reached out and grabbed the cold barrel, staring at him with tears: "What do you want to do?"
"Blood debt and blood repayment!" Four words burst out from Ye Huan's teeth.
"You are killing civilians!" shè wolf stared at him word by word.
"Don't you have the fuck? This civilian just killed the political commissar. Can he be considered a civilian? The enemy is holding the weapon in his hand!" Ye Huan screamed wildly.
shè Lang yelled violently: "The political commissar said before leaving, he is just a child!"
Ye Huan was stunned by the strong sense of contradiction, which made him struggle violently and tormented, and his heart felt like he was hit by a knife.
The two of them confronted each other for a long time, and Ye Huan finally turned around and knelt in front of Geng Zhijun's body and cried loudly.
"Political Commissar, you are so fucking wronged! You can't even avenge your twelve comrades. The coyote is dead, and you are dead too. When we go back, how can we see the coyote's parents see your wife and son? I have no shame to see you
The armed helicopter slowly took off with a huge wind.
Ye Huan sat in the cabin with a gun in his arms, staring at the helicopter with his eyes becoming smaller and smaller.
The crowd and houses showed a deep sadness in their eyes.
Finally, the little boy was let go. The comrades did not even take any revenge against the mountain people, but just silently carried the political commissar's body onto the helicopter and left quietly.
Is it right or wrong, is it a kindness of a human being or a conscience that has not yet been destroyed in human beings?
Ye Huan himself didn't know it. He just felt very tired, and he was never tired before. He wanted to close his eyes and lay down and sleep hard. Maybe he woke up and opened his eyes and everything hadn't changed. He was still in Ninghai.
On the old building's broken chuáng, Qiao Mu did not leave. He called his name gently with a gentle and quiet smile and asked him to get up for breakfast. The so-called Blue Sword Special Team, He Ping, Geng Zhijun, many comrades, as well as the fire and guns.
The Shura Fields and Massacres were all a dream. When he woke up, he was still the same little hunhun as before, living a poor life, but without sorrow, no worries, hardship, hardship, but no pain, not so many
The heartbreaking heart is broken, and there is no unforgettable separation from life and death...
How good it should be to be alive, never lose it
...,
Tears slowly flowed down Ye Huan's face, and pain could not be chosen by others. When they say it, fate will be with oneself accepting these irreversible sorrows. Whether it is laughing or crying, pain is pain, and when it appears, it will be deeply imprinted.
In life, it seems like a mark that is forcibly branded in the heart, and you can't forget it even if you want to.
The wolf put his hand on his shoulder, pointed to a lush green area under the plane, and choked and said, "Ye Huan, did you see it? This is the jungle, the real jungle."
"The political commissar once said that the best destination for a soldier is to be hit by the last bullet in the last battle, and the political commissar has indeed entered this destination."
The helicopter flew to Junzai Airport in the Southwest Military Region. Everyone carried Geng Zhijun's body and got off the plane with sad expressions.
The other two teams who came back first greeted the airport. When He Ping saw Geng Zhijun's body, his expression seemed a little bit muted. He reached out to lift the white cloth covered with the body like a mechanical one. He looked at his peaceful face carefully, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
, and tried hard to hold it back, even the facial expression was no different from usual.
"The clay pot will not break from the well, and the general will inevitably die in front of the formation. We will finally part." He Ping murmured at Geng Zhijun's body with red eyes.
More than thirty people lined up in neat rows, quietly staring at Geng Zhijun's body, and choking sounds came one after another.
Still staring at Geng Zhijun in a daze, He Ping said without looking back: "How did Lao Geng die?"
The tone was calm, but it seemed like a storm was brewing.
The wolf stepped forward, stood attentively, and said in tears: "When cleaning the battlefield, a child was stabbed to death with a dagger.
"Have you taken revenge?"
"No."
He Ping's eyes narrowed, he turned around quickly, and slapped the wolf with a loud slap. Yin Sensen said: "Are you holding a fire stick in your hand?"
The wolf was slapped in the face, and tears continued to flow: "Report to the captain, the political commissar said before leaving, that was just a child."
He Ping was stunned, and then sighed: "I have always been this kind-hearted person, and I have not changed until I die." He stretched out his hand to touch Geng Zhijun's stiff face, and tears burst out in He Ping's eyes and murmured: "Old guy."
, You left me with a simple problem, and I left a problem. Why did I tell your parents and wife? How could I have the honor to meet them? Your son lost his father when he was only three years old. Who will teach him to raise him in the future? Old man, you
Leaving unrighteously…”
There was deep sorrow in the calm words. I don’t know who couldn’t control it. I burst into tears, and the crying spread to everyone. There was a burst of mourning cry in front of Geng Zhijun’s body.
He Ping blinked hard, held back the tears that were about to gush out of his eyes, took a deep breath, stood up straight, shouted in a deep voice, "Everyone has it! Standing attentively! Say goodbye to our political commissar, salute!" More than thirty hands were connected.
He raised his eyebrows and paid his final respect to this ordinary and great soldier.
The hero passes away, and the great spirit lasts forever!
That night, all the special forces members stayed in the barracks of the Southwest Military Region to rest. Ye Huan lay on the hard board and pillowed his head with his hands, and his tears never stopped.
Outside the quiet barracks, there was a faint cry of sorrow, which was He Ping's cry.
After removing the pretentious majesty of the day, He Ping cried like a child at this time!