"Yang Rong, something's not right. It's already noon, and I still haven't seen anyone coming to the port for reinforcements."
In the forest, Yang Rong's face changed after receiving the call, but he responded calmly: "Don't worry, you are waiting for work and let the troops in your hands take turns to rest."
After that, he hung up the phone and looked at the world outside the dense forest.
At that moment, in the dense jungle, the sunlight spread its light into the dense forest through thousands of gaps in the branches and leaves of the trees. Yang Rong led the first battalion to gather with Burea, hiding in this dense forest and never going out. .
This is the real war. When they don't know each other clearly, both sides are competing for patience. The only thing they want to see is who can lose their composure first.
"Tell me, can the people from Eastern Shan State not come?"
Burea stood beside Yang Rong and asked.
Yang Rong turned his head and glanced: "If I'm slapped in the mouth, will you go?"
Bujea didn't speak, but now he could understand the meaning of these words.
In fact, he is also growing, but among this group of people, his growth rate is negligible.
When noon passes, the temperature begins to drop, and at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the feeling of finally being able to breathe again finally appears. The spring in the dense forest is just like the midsummer in the northern city. It is uncomfortable and you always feel that your chest is tight. .
"Hey, when you came out, was there any news from Naypyitaw?"
Yang Rong waited until now to ask this question. The next second, Burea's reply was waiting for him: "Why did you choose this time to ask such a thing?"
"Then when should I ask?"
"Is it the time when the First Battalion is no longer in my hands? For Lao Xu, abandoning me is equivalent to clearing his name?"
Boureia looked at him and shook his head, but there was something strange in his eyes.
"You don't think that after the DNA report says that we are brothers, you can still follow Lao Xu, right?"
Bujea was stunned, but his opened mouth told the truth. He wanted to refute, but he didn't realize until the words reached his lips that this was revenge for killing his father.
"I asked specifically before coming out, and the mail is still on the way."
Yang Rong lowered his voice: "Who asked?"
"Of course it's the Naypyitaw testing center."
He thought over and over again, and after a period of silence, he finally said what he had been holding back in his heart: "What would you do if this were true?"
"what to do?"
Yang Rong stared at Burea for three full seconds, grabbed the clothes on Burea's shoulders, and pulled him to a deserted place: "You still dare to ask what should I do?" After saying this, he He took a special look at the troops and saw that no one was paying attention: "What do you want to do? You didn't ask Lao Xu to kill your own father, and you still plan to call him 'brother', right?"
Bujea said aggrievedly: "Didn't I ask you because I had no idea?"
"Do you remember what Lao Qiao taught you?"
"You and I went out to steal the beer that others had stored in the river, and were caught and beaten like dogs. Then we returned to the village. What did Old Qiao do?"
“Driving a pickup truck and carrying a heavy machine gun, we wiped out an entire village!”
"What did he say then?"
"He said that when someone scolded you for the first time, and you didn't slap him back, he would dare to scold you for the second time. If you do it again, he would have the courage to fight with you, but he If he opens his mouth, you will stab him in the stomach, and he will never dare to use curse words when talking to you in his life!"
"You forgot!"
Bujea shrank his neck: "I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."
Yang Rong said resolutely: "Then I will destroy you too!"
After that, he turned around and walked back to the dense forest, leaving only Burea who looked back and watched.
Burea knew that he was a very indecisive person, because as soon as this kind of thing appeared in his mind, he could remember that man's kindness to him...
He remembers eating dumplings made by his wife at other people’s homes;
He remembered being aggressive with others in the park;
He remembered that when he had little money, he would receive so much cash as a gift, but he would only let himself look at it, and he would not ask for it back in the end.
He remembered everything, everything about that man, including the day when he was drunk and he was taken home like a chicken.
But what about Lao Qiao?
Lao Qiao is like a meticulous commander, like a very stern big brother, like a fierce hero, but he can't be connected with the word "Dad".
It seems that the things that Old Qiao has said to him all his life together are not as much as the things that he has said to him in the past few years...
In a corner where no one knew, Boureat compared the two of them from the bottom of his heart.
And what are the thoughts of normal people?
No matter whether it is anyone, whether it is a friend, a cousin, or even a biological brother, there is no comparison with the word 'Dad'.
That's called the gift of procreation, and it's called bloodline inheritance.
As for Brea?
He even used his name.
This is the perspective of a child, Burea's perspective. From his perspective, he has seen so much, but what about Yang Rong?
Yang Rong would never tell anyone that he secretly wiped his tears in bed for several nights!
He couldn't imagine how miserable Lao Qiao's life was, and he couldn't imagine how difficult it was to have his biological son right in front of him, right beside him, but not being able to recognize him. He could also understand that Lao Qiao would rather not enjoy raising him in order to let them live. The joy of children should also be made so that no one can see anything fishy.
Including, giving yourself the worst!
It turns out that the most important person in Lao Qiao's heart has always been him, not Burea. Otherwise, he should be further away from Burea instead of holding him in his hands all day long.
This is Yang Rong's state these days. He doesn't know what's wrong with him. Ever since he found out about this, the more he recalls Lao Qiao's figure in his memory, it will always be more extended than the previous memory.
For example, when he failed to satisfy Lao Qiao during training and limped away with hatred in his heart after being beaten, would it be possible for Lao Qiao to look at him with distress?
For another example, when he looks at these photos when no one else is around, is it possible that he can show a smile that others don't understand?
After this thought started, Yang Rong couldn't pull it back even if he wanted to. He didn't know what was wrong with him, he always kept thinking about it.
Because, as long as I think about it this way, I seem to have a family, and I don't seem to be an orphan.
There will be a smiling face in his life, even if there is only one...
…
it's dark.
When the soldiers in the woods managed to make do with a meal of compressed biscuits and ham sausage, a marching army finally appeared about two hills away.
The way this army marched was very strange. They first sent people to rush through the canyon between the two mountains and completely occupied the intersection before the follow-up troops followed. It was like someone poured a puddle of water into the gridded sand. , flowing extremely smoothly.
But this way of marching can always ensure that the troops have the greatest extension in the four directions, and no matter which side is attacked, there is a way to retreat.
Yang Rong also took a special look through the binoculars. He found that the Eastern Shan State soldiers at the front all wore the kind of helmets worn by a few niggas. Now, he finally understood why these people did not go to the port during the day. Come on, we have to choose the evening. (End of chapter)
