Special Years

Almost everyone was writing letters that night.

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This seems to be an involuntary behavior.

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No one called it, but I got used to it.

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Just like the first real jump in the air, but it was Han Zizheng who asked everyone to write a letter at that time.

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This time is different.

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This time, no one organized at all, they were all writing.

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He solemnly looked at the little light in the tent - it was the light that came out after the flashlight was turned on, and his heart was very touched.

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Maybe everyone knows what they are doing, but no one wants to back down.

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Some things are indeed scarier than death, and that is to lose the honor of being a soldier, the honor of being a man.

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Death is just an instant, shame and infamy on the back, it is a lifetime event.

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The next morning, Zhuang Yan woke up early.

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He got up from the floor in the camp tent, put on his camouflage uniform, and got out of the tent.

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The surroundings were shrouded in a layer of white mist, the low temperature was extremely low, and the surrounding ground was slippery—this is really not a good thing.

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The last time it happened, it was because the ground was slippery.

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Zhuang Yan shrank his neck and suddenly raised his legs a few times to raise his body temperature.

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The camp was set on a wasteland at the entrance of the stockade, and there was a ruined wall not far from their tent.

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According to the people in the stockade yesterday, before the outbreak of the war, it used to be the residence of several families. After the war, the people on the border retreated to the interior in order to avoid the fighting.

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After the war, those families did not move back, nor did they know where they went.

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Standing solemnly in front of the pile of ruins, he stared blankly for a while.

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When I first became a soldier, especially when I first got my hands on a gun, I saw real bullets and fired a real gun. At that time, Zhuang Yan was a bit of a knife and immediately tried to see who can match the world. 81-1 automatic rifle, always feel the blood boil, just hate not fighting for a while.

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The elite soldiers in closed training in the army often have this illusion. The blood in their bones is rushing with young impulses, and they will beat whomever they want.

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After joining the army, Zhuang Yan had several events that greatly touched his inner soul, which directly affected his views on war.

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The first time was in the coaching team.

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A commander came to the army one time, and he was asked to watch the training of the troops, and he was assigned to watch the night subjects.

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So the teaching team organized the whole brigade for night shooting training.

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This includes the various firearms of the infantry unit.

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When it was the turn of the people from the high flight class to go up, Zhuang Yan was sent to report the target.

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In order to look good at night shooting, when loading the ammunition, every three rounds in the ammunition chain of the ammunition box are tracer rounds, and the rest are armor-piercing incendiary rounds, which are used for performance purposes. Centimeter iron target.

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&nb's large-caliber machine gun bullets flew over Zhuang Yan's head, and when it hit the iron target not far from the target ditch, Zhuang Yan felt that the explosion of the bullet seemed to explode in his ears the same.

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At that time, Zhuang Yan only knew that the large-caliber bullet had traveled so far, and it would still be so loud when it arrived at his place.

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What's even more frightening is that the bullet penetrated the thick iron target. When it hit the oval stone, it would splash upward, bounce more than ten meters high, and then fall.

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When the incendiary warhead slowly fell towards the target trench like the parachute fireworks that I played with when I was a child, no matter how I looked at it, I felt that it was going to hit my head, and all the soldiers in the trench ran away, hugging their heads.

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After the shooting, it was Zhuang Yan and others who helped the public duty class to clean up the targets. When he saw bullet holes in the iron target with a thickness of 1 cm, Zhuang Yan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

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A soldier from the public service class next to him joked, "How many people will die if this bullet hits a squad column?"

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Although this is unlikely to happen on the battlefield.

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Squads attacking a three-three system, or various combat shock formations, will not have the opportunity for a high machine gun bullet to pass through a squad at the same time.

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But at that time, this assumption made Jiu Rang solemnly break a cold sweat.

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In the end, neither of them had an answer, because it was impossible to know the answer, but the real answer must be quite cruel.

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The second shock is here.

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It is easy to stop the war, but the pain caused to the people involved in this war has indeed lasted for many years.

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Soldiers want to protect their home and country, but they are neither afraid of war nor bellicose.

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If you forget to fight, you will be in danger, and if you are willing to fight, you will die.

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Zhuang Yan didn't understand this sentence before, but now he has a deep understanding.

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Exactly.

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The pain and loss brought about by being involved in the war are difficult to heal and make up no matter what.

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Standing in front of the pile of ruins, Zhuang Yan had a deeper understanding of the two "soldiers".

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Practicing martial arts is to defend the country.

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If you can fight, fight well, and dare to fight, you can stop fighting.

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To subdue the soldiers without fighting is the best strategy!

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This article in the art of war, Zhuang Yan understood from the age of ten, and only understood the meaning when he was twenty.

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"So early?"

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Su Huikai also got up, and floated behind the solemn like a ghost.

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"Damn it!" Zhuang Yan was taken aback and said, "It's a shame that you are so big, you don't make a sound when you walk, **** you!"

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"I'm used to it." Su Hui grinned.

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The habit he was talking about was that he came from a scout background, so he always walked like he was feeling the whistle, looking like a thief.

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"Solemn." Su Huikai's face suddenly became serious, and she said, "Let's go to that minefield today, it's very dangerous."

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Zhuang Yan was still looking at the ruins and said calmly, "I know."

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Su Huikai said, "Are we brothers, no, brothers and comrades-in-arms?"

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He said solemnly, "Forget it."

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He suddenly turned his head and asked Su Huikai, "Early in the morning, what are you trying to do with me? If there is nothing to be courteous, you must have something to ask for, right?"

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Su Hui gave a "tsk" and said, "What! What kind of person is my old Su, don't you know?"

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He smiled solemnly and said, "We are brothers and comrades-in-arms. Say, what's the matter."

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Su Hui thought for a while, took out a letter from her pocket, and handed it to Zhuang Yan.

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Zhuang Yan took it over and took a look. The envelope had already been wrapped, and it was Su Huikai's parents.

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"What the hell?"

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"The letter, I can't send it here. Let it go. If I really have a problem, you can help me send the letter."

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Solemnly raised his foot and kicked Lao Su's calf, and stuffed the letter back.

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"No, it's unlucky thing."

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Su Huikai said: "We are all soldiers, so I don't want to say good luck or bad luck. There is a new situation in the minefield there. It is said that many of them are Soviet-made high-power landmines. I am afraid that if I do, I will That is to say, in case, my person is blown up, and this letter is gone..."

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"You don't know how to put it in the captain's place, or in the backpack?" Zhuang Yan was still unhappy.

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Su Huikai rubbed her nose with her hand and said, "My old Su doesn't have any friends, and I think Zhuang Yan is a good match for me. I didn't think that if we really handed the suicide note, it would be more meaningful for a good brother to hand it over to me. What's more, I know this is not a good thing, isn't it just because I'm your brother that I trouble you?"

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When Su Huikai, who was five-year-old and three-thick, said this, solemnly counted her nose for no reason, and almost didn't shed a tear.

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This time, without saying anything, he grabbed the letter and stuffed it into his pocket.

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Suddenly thinking for a moment, he also took out the letter he wrote last night from his pocket and handed it to Su Hui to open.

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"Yes, you can help me too, do the same thing."

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Su Hui opened her eyes and landed on the letter, and after a while, she nodded as if waking up from a dream.

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"OK... OK... OK..."

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The two didn't say anything else. This is an entrustment between men and a promise between soldiers.

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Walking towards the washroom, the two of them didn't say any more nonsense.

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Silence is better than sound.

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Brothers!

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Good comrade in arms!

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For a lifetime!

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Fourth more.

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I want to ensure the quality, I can't use water, I can't write nonsense, so the debt repayment speed is not fast, please forgive me.

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PS: If you have a monthly pass, you can hit me!