The moment I saw Boureia, this kid was wet from head to toe.
Even his hair was soaked with sweat, and he sat in the trench with it in locks.
Bujea was so excited that he couldn't keep the smile off his face. He said as if he was eager to show off to me: "Brother, I'll kill him!"
He came back from the mountain col alone. In the moonlight, he changed from a figure carrying a human head to a person I was familiar with before my eyes. This was the scene when he came back.
At this time, when Burea said these words, there was a head stepping on his feet.
He said this was Qu Hu’s head.
"On your body..."
I didn't even have time to ask about the situation on the battlefield. When I reached out to touch Bourgea's T-shirt that clung to my flesh, the first thing I felt was a stiffness. A good T-shirt actually felt like jeans.
That's not sweat, that's blood.
It is the scab that solidifies on the clothes after the blood flows out.
I touched Boureat only once, and immediately stood up from him.
At that time, I was a little afraid to speak. A feeling like that of a father who saw his son playing handstand on a chimney dozens of meters away came to my heart. My whole heart was pounding, for fear that it was Burea who was in a state of excitement after being injured. Reflecting on his state of mind, if he woke up with his voice, this person might be gone.
Who could be a good person and shed so much blood?
"The body is not important, brother, the important thing is that I killed Qu Hu!"
He kept talking, but I didn't have the slightest intention to listen.
I squatted next to Burea, followed the hem of his clothes, and lifted up his T-shirt. As soon as I lifted it up, I saw four or five incisions on his belly alone. The incisions including scratches and stabs were all on the skin, and some even Blood spurts out in spurts.
"Come on, be obedient and take off your clothes."
I'm scared.
The two bulletproof vests on this kid were missing, and there were so many knife wounds on his body. I didn’t even dare to breathe.
I kept asking myself in my heart, what is the purpose of fighting one battle after another? Is it just that after the territory expands a little bit, all the acquaintances and relatives around me will die one by one?
I took off the T-shirt from Bure'a, and I didn't even see the stab wounds on this kid's body...
They were all slender incisions about half the length of a thumb, and it looked like they had been stabbed with a knife.
As for other long knives with long edges and skin turned outwards, I didn't even look at them.
"Bure'a, it's okay. Don't worry. Tell me, which of these stab wounds is the deepest?"
I have been a prostitute and often carry a knife on the street, so I am very familiar with this kind of injury. What’s more, Brother Huo taught me how to stab someone when I was a child. If I don’t teach him how to stab someone in a hurry, his subordinates will be hurt. Why don't I give you a hard time every day?
Boureia pointed to a small wound near the stomach and said: "Just make it a little deeper here..." After he gestured with his thumb and index finger about a distance of about an inch, I felt relieved, but this anger was almost suppressed. Unable to hold on any longer, he asked again: "Where are the others?"
"Others are not deep, and the deepest point is just the tip of the knife."
At this time, the fire in my heart was about to burst out. It was like a father coaxing his child down the chimney after talking it over with ease, and the fire was going to his head desperately!
Bourgea also started talking.
"Brother, listen to me."
He pulled me to his side and said, "Yang Rong said that this Qu Hu must be allowed to die in the mountains. This would be equivalent to breaking an arm of the Eastern Shan State."
"So I took my people to provide support. When I got there, I arranged an ambush point. As soon as the gunfire rang out, I went up the mountain ridge."
"Hu Ben Tuan and Yang Rong said the same thing..."
"It's already the end of our strength..."
Under the moonlight, I seemed to see the battlefield in Bougea's description...
…
In the dense forest on the hillside, the bullied Wa Army heard the gunshots of the reinforcements and was immediately activated. The stagnant firepower suddenly increased by several levels. Each machine gun muzzle began to spit out tongues of fire frequently, shooting towards the mountain in sheets. The soldiers of the Tiger and Ben regiment who rushed were frequently knocked down and rolled down. The hillside was filled with smoke and dust caused by the rolling corpses.
At the foot of the mountain, another battalion of the Wa Regiment was still attacking; on the other side of the mountain, the people brought back by Burea lined up and fired bullets into fans.
Even if the Huben regiment is iron-clad at this time, it cannot withstand attacks from three sides. The key is that they have long lost any psychological advantage.
Reinforcements.
These two words are so scary.
Especially in the era of thermal weapons, this is an era where the entire army may be annihilated if you are stunned. Who can withstand this kind of firepower?
Lieutenant Huben watched as his brothers were wiped out in two companies on the charge in the blink of an eye. When he looked up again, there were only a few soldiers left standing in front of the huge crowd of people just now. He felt that the situation was over. This is the final swan song of this defeat.
"Withdraw!" He endured the annoyance in his heart and finally shouted out this word that represented shame.
"Go around the mountain and retreat quickly!" The regret of having been on the edge of victory but losing everything kept appearing in my mind.
He could only make this decision. He wanted to reduce some losses to the Tiger and Ben regiments, and he also wanted to notify Qu Hu who was behind him by roaring like this.
The results of it?
Huh~huh~
Qu Hu fell asleep.
Really fell asleep!
There were three bullet holes in his body, and after one shot destroyed Tadion, he couldn't hold on anymore. The blood that flowed out seemed like he couldn't make up for the physical strength that he couldn't get back, and he didn't even have the strength to open his eyelids.
But in Qu Hu's heart, he was relieved. The Wa National League had made him achieve this kind of virtue. Can he still lose this battle?
What about the Tiger Ben Group or the Tiger Ben Group?
"Master Tiger!"
"Master Tiger!"
The orderly soldier stood beside Qu Hu and shook him desperately. Qu Hu's cheeks were shaken by the shaking, and no one woke up.
Finally, the ordering soldier gave up and looked around, grabbed Qu Hu's arm and put it directly on his shoulder. He twisted around and carried Qu Hu on his back, and ran away with his buttocks lifted along the hillside.
At that time, Burea was lying down in the grass with a grenade in his hand, waiting to move forward a few meters before he was about to leave...
Who would have thought that people would actually ask the messenger to deliver it to them!
He was also nearly riding on the messenger body, and when he got near the grass barley, he started to mix garlic under his feet. After staggering a few steps, he carried Qu Hu on his back and fell in front of Br'a. The distance between Qu Hu and Br'a was face to face. A few blades of grass...
Quhu didn't even wake up. He was lying in the grass barley with a patch of weeds under his body, still snoring like thunder.
What's the point of this?
If the thunder explodes, he will be useless.
Burea threw the grenade aside. Just when he was about to raise his gun, the image of raising his hand and shooting Qu Hu's head appeared in his mind.
Uh-huh.
Qu Hu opened his eyes at this critical moment.
Qu Hu was dreaming.
As if God was taking care of him, he had a dream of falling off a cliff. As soon as the feeling of weightlessness appeared, Qu Hu kicked his legs and woke up.
…
Hearing this, I was even a little jealous of God's care for such people.
Like Xu Chu in history, Cheng Yaojin in the early Tang Dynasty, Tang He in the early Ming Dynasty, and even many people in life who seem to be rough and heartless, seem to be favored by God.
This kind of people are not only popular, but also have good luck. Sometimes I even think of what the elders in my family said when I was a child: "Eat more, and you will grow up when you eat more." It is probably not just for health reasons, of course. This is just an idea.
…
Qu Hu opened his eyes and was stunned for just a second. He turned over while lying on the ground, grabbed the corners of Burea's back tactical vest with both hands, and opened his mouth and said "Ouch". Someone fell over.
bump!
Burea was lying on the ground and was picked up. When he landed, he was already lying there. The gun in his hand flew away as soon as it hit the ground. Qu Hu followed him like a shadow and rode up.
He didn't need any adjustment at all from opening his eyes to fighting. He was like a silverback gorilla, riding on Bujea's body, raising his hands, clasping his fingers tightly, and striking directly.
Boo!
The two big fists immediately pressed down on Bure'a's chest, and Bure'a's head was knocked upside down by the blow.
At this moment, Qu Hu woke up.
Suddenly he was stunned by Bure'a. Bure'a took this opportunity to dig along Qu Hu's thigh to his waist. When he grasped the handle of the dagger, he pulled it out without hesitation, and struck Qu Hu's thigh with one blow. There was a long gaping hole.
He thought that Qu Hu would scream and retreat, and he would be able to get up.
But Qu Hu just looked down at his legs without even reacting. He grabbed Burea's knife-holding hand, pressed it under his knees, and reached out to touch the front.
When Qu Hu saw a black, round object in front of him, he thought it was a stone, and planned to take it and smash the kid under him to death. After picking it up, he was dumbfounded. He actually took out a grenade from the hay.
"I X your mother!"
Burea really had no choice but to stare and stretched out his hand to pull out the grenade safety!
…
I no longer know how to ask questions after hearing this!
Is this really a war?
Could this be war?
Two living people giving up their humanity together?
I think that at that time, I must have been frowning and flat-mouthed as I looked at Burea, who was sitting next to me. I couldn't distinguish between this simple boy who talked and laughed, and the man who risked his life and fought against the enemy on the battlefield. Get in touch.
…
At the same second when the insurance hit Qu Hu's hand collapsed, Qu Hu raised his hand and threw the grenade far away, and flew towards Bure'a. Keep your head shut...
boom!
A deafening explosion sounded not far away, followed by dust falling like raindrops. (End of chapter)
