Xu Le, who was drenched, pushed open the door and walked in, and the rain kept dripping down his wet cuffs.
Several members of the old seventh group looked at the ground along the water droplets, subconsciously or deliberately did not look at his face, because they were nervous or didn't know how to meet, so they didn't dare to raise their eyes.
The atmosphere in the room was very strange, some nervous but not the kind of tension of life and death, some suffocation but not the suffocation caused by incendiary bombs, but the suffocation caused by some kind of sunny island blue sea man screaming and rushing down the cliff to see who was faster.
Xu Le wiped the rain off his face, looked at the people in the room and paused slightly, and put his right hand into his jacket pocket, as if he wanted to take out something.
The NTR team members in the room suddenly became nervous, they felt completely different from those seven groups of team members, for them, the man who broke into the small courtyard with the wind and rain was a legend, but also an extremely dangerous figure, and more importantly, the other party was an imperial person.
They subconsciously clenched the guns in their hands and were ready to raise their aim and shoot at any time.
Seeing this scene, the seven groups of team members reacted purely subconsciously, quickly moving the muzzle of the gun and aiming it at the floor in front of their feet to suppress it.
"Don't be nervous."
Xu Le noticed the situation in the room, and directly threw the gun he was carrying to his feet, and when he took out the hand that reached into his jacket pocket, there was an extra cigarette case stained with water marks.
"Brother pouring, beads, mountain cannons" He looked at a few familiar subordinates, shouted their names with irrepressible emotion, and then took out the shriveled and damp cigarette rolls from the cigarette case and sent them one by one, even the NTR team members who were nervously holding guns.
Those Federation soldiers who did not have seven sets of backgrounds, looked at the cigarette rolls handed in front of them and felt that their scalps were a little numb, and they didn't know what to do, so they took it after a moment of embarrassment, but no one dared to light it, still carefully holding their guns in both hands, looking at the situation in the room vigilantly or confusedly.
The members of the old seventh group had no worries, the mountain cannon smiled and took the cigarette roll, and lifted the bangs that were already extremely heavy in front of his forehead and were now thickened by the dirt, and after lighting it, Meimei took a puff, but was choked by the spicy and stimulating smoke after being wet.
He hurriedly took out the blue cigarette case from his trouser pocket, held a cigarette in both hands, and said sympathetically: "Boss, smoke this, blue box Sanqi, you shouldn't have smoked it for a long time."
Xu Le was stunned, took the long-lost Sanqi brand cigarette, looked at the thick black hair that was constantly shaking in front of him, and thought of the young man who made this smoking habit into the seventh group, and also remembered the past of more than 100 men on the battlefield many years ago.
Like Brother Pour and Zhuzi, Shan Pao is also one of the new members of the group that was added to the seventh group from the 8384 unit of the Hong Kong capital, and his father is a famous barrister with extremely good family conditions.
Xu Le still remembers that after a certain devil training, this kid hid in the grass and cried, like a wronged boy complaining that the conditions in the barracks were too poor, and even cigarettes could only smoke cheap goods like blue box notoginseng.
He lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes and took a puff, and sighed with self-deprecation and nostalgia: "No one has called me head for many years." ” Hearing this, the expressions of the team members became a little complicated, they remembered the identity of the man in front of them again, remembered the revelation of the life story that shocked the entire Federation, and suddenly found that their performance was really a problem, and they did not have the attitude that a Federation soldier should have.
But this really can't be had, the mountain cannon frowned, confirming that he couldn't treat the leader as an enemy, so he looked at everyone in the room and smiled, lit the military fireproof lighter in his hand, and smiled in front of those NTR team members and lit the cigarette for them.
A dozen or so men lit cigarettes, stood in place and inhaled hard, and the wisps of green smoke quickly dispersed, occupying every corner of the room, successfully dispelling the remaining traces of tension and confrontation.
On the dangerous battlefield of life and death, this stick incendiary material is always the best material to close the distance and harmonize the mood, and those NTR team members who are like facing a great enemy finally relaxed, and began to show a real smile on their faces, leaning against the wall and whispering something to their companions.
The wind and rain outside the window continued, and the pearl-like round rain hit the broken glass, hit the beech plank, kept blooming, making a popping sound, echoing in the ears of everyone in the room, like a light and bright violin song, which made people extremely relaxed.
Xu Le took off the cigarette and put it between his fingers, quickly glanced around the room, and saw a wounded man lying on a stretcher in the shadows, and Paul was just behind the stretcher, his still young face was full of incredulity and surprise, and he was trying to stand up.
He pressed down lightly with his right hand hanging beside him, signaling Paul to calm down and not to make too many movements, then looked at the burly man by the window, and after a moment of silence, he said: "You know how dangerous this war zone is, it's more troublesome to walk with two prisoners, don't tell me anything like a tactical manual, if you think the wounded are a problem, I can help you."
The raindrops came in from the cracks in the smashed beech planks behind Xiong Linquan, drenching his strong and powerful shoulders, but he didn't mean to move to avoid the rain, since Xu Le entered the room, he has been standing by the window and looking at him expressionlessly and silently, without hugging him, not picking up a gun, and not taking a cigarette.
"Big bear, you know me, I won't tell lies, I won't talk nonsense, give me face, let Paul go.
He's not a prince of the Empire, he and his mother saved me in the Empire back then, in other words, they used to help the Federation, although not intentionally, but I assure you that he is a good man, and their whole family is a good person. ” Xiong Linquan frowned slightly, thinking about how these words always sounded weird, and just as he was about to say something, an exaggerated laugh suddenly sounded in the dark corner of the room.
"It's fucking fun, hahaha" The laughter was loud, arrogant, cold, and even bitter with a bitter smell of resentment, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the room, and people took the cigarette from their lips in amazement and looked at it.
"What are you doing acting in a movie to reunite with you fools, thinking that if you blindfold, this guy is not an empire" Dongfang Yu, who was lying on the stretcher, was seriously injured, but at this time, he didn't know where the strength came from, supporting him to stand up and lean against the damp corner, panting and looking at everyone, and scolded fiercely: "What do you want to do to join the enemy or treason or are you ready to hug the thigh of the imperial prince?"
He raised his arm with difficulty, pointed to Xiong Linquan who was standing by the window, and shouted: "Xiong Linquan, you dare to make a deal with him, unless you kill me right now, otherwise after Lao Tzu goes back, you must go through the eighteen generations of your family's ancestors."
The mountain cannon was aroused by this person's fierce words, spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Dongfang Lao Tzu doesn't care about your official rank, if you dare to scold the head for being an imperial person, when you are injured, Lao Tzu will definitely stab you in the stomach three more times."
Dongfang Yu's resentful laughter forced out tears, the wound in his chest and abdomen broke open, and began to ooze blood, looking very miserable, he looked at the mountain cannon and sneered contemptuously: "Coward, if you say it's not, he's not."
Shanpao's lips moved slightly, he wanted to refute but didn't know how to refute, he grinned as if crying, and looked back at Xu Le, his eyes were like a wounded little white rabbit, extremely pitiful.
Xu Le looked at the corner of the room, and it was only at this time that he recognized the identity of the seriously injured man, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of shock and a lot of strong incomprehension in his heart.
Dongfang Yu was the commander of the first regiment of the Iron Seventh Division many years ago, and Ximen Jin was Du Shaoqing's right-hand man, the war lasted for many years, according to the usual trajectory, this person should now at least serve as the commander of a main division of the Federation, and even hold a higher command power, becoming a new generation of generals of the Federation military.
Who would have thought that such an officer with an infinitely bright future would now appear in the most tragic courtyard of the Southwest Theater of Operations, lying on a stretcher coughing and bleeding, and laughing bitterly and resentfully.
Of course, Xu Le remembered that it was he who forced Du Shaoqing to personally punish this person and throw him into the NTR unit of the New 17th Division, but he didn't expect that this guy had lived for three years in the NTR with an incomparably high death rate, and he didn't expect that Du Shaoqing, who had already been the first person on the federal front, had never fished out this most loyal subordinate.
"You're right, whether you admit it or not, I'm an Imperial, but I've now learned not to take this identity as a humiliation, because the Imperials aren't all bad, and the Federation aren't all good."
Three years ago, in the Shanlu Department Store, a few bottles of bad wine, two bowls of instant noodles, and a long conversation, Xu Le had long since lost the confusion of his life experience, he squinted his eyes, looked at the Dongfang jade on the stretcher, and said: "For example, a Federation person like you is so shameless as to shoot a comrade in the back on the battlefield, and you feel that you are qualified to accuse others of being a coward" The room was quiet, Dongfang Yu leaned against the wall and looked at him, the smile on his face gradually faded, and 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 of NTR, I have never hidden my disgust for your shit seven groups, soldiers and bandits like you, even if they all die, they will not have the slightest sympathy for me." ” "But I paid the price."
Dongfang Yu looked down at the blood oozing from the bandage on his abdomen, and said, "I've been in NTR for three whole years, how long have the rest of the people in the room stayed in the Mohua Star who has killed more enemies than me?"
"According to the merits of the war, I could have walked out of NTR with my chest straight, but Lao Tzu just didn't go, Lao Tzu just wanted to work in NTR until he died" "Why" Dongfang Yu stared at his eyes, and continued expressionlessly: "Xu Le, what I want to do is to stop the mouth of a moral peddler like you, I want to tell everyone that I have not disgraced the division commander and the Iron Seventh Division, and I want you to have no excuse to blame my troops." ” To be continued: