The sun is a very strange thing. Generally speaking, everyone thinks that this big fire ball is very upright. It rises as it rises and sets as it sets. I won't talk nonsense to you, and of course I can't talk nonsense. But today Shen Rusong feels that this thing is useless. _o_m
Moving away a white arm that was pressing on his face, Shen Rusong glanced at the girl sleeping soundly next to him, and then glanced at his watch. The time was very early, but now the night sky was no longer the night sky, but the night sky. There was a layer of fish-belly white floating on it, half bright and misty, sneaking across the window lattice and shining on the straw pile.
Shen Rusong thought to himself that if this shit wants to rise, hurry up. How boring would it be to wait for the water to be warm? If they were alien creatures, they probably wouldn't understand why this gentle light could kill people at noon?
At this moment, Shen Rusong suddenly felt that he was very philosophical, so he stretched his body and took out the cigarettes in his clothes. With all his efforts, he took out the Zhibo lighter from under Qi Nuanbao's buttocks. It made people murmur a few words in their sleep.
Lighting up a cigarette, a cloud of smoke drifted across his forehead. He hadn't cut it in two months and his hair was a bit long. His forehead hair could be lifted. This reminded Shen Rusong of the time when he was 20 years old. At that time, he was rebellious and kept his hair long. , Liuhai wanted to stay even more, so he flirted with her every time he walked, like a second-rate man.
Shen Rusong squinted and watched the sun gradually tilting on the window lattice. He put his hands behind his head and smoked a cigarette. Under him was a slightly prickly but soft and familiar straw mat. One of the two girls next to him was talking in his sleep and the other was snoring. Snoring, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh lovehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhliness" sounds like" sounds like" sounds like "sounding" sounding sounds are the sounds like "sounding" sounds like "whooping" like.
Before the sun officially rises, there is movement outside the barn. To catch up on the farm work, of course you have to get up and work at dawn. Otherwise, do you have to wait until three o'clock in the morning to endure the big sun?
However, considering that today is the first night, for some unspoken reasons, the movement must be relatively small. Yesterday, their company got up at around four o'clock, came from cross-country running training, and went down together with the white-clad Ji Jianbing girl. The ground is naturally very dusty. Today, the first ones to go to work are basically the infrastructure construction soldiers and their couples who have registered residence in the local military field. Naturally, they will not bother this group of young men and women who are tired during the day and even more tired at night. After all, they probably came here this way back then.
Young people, it's a good thing to sleep more. Don't mention those who have no future. Isn't giving birth to a baby for the country the biggest future these days? A half-serious, half-disdainful remark from an elderly veteran Ji Jianbing.
Anyway, in just one cigarette, the white arms were wrapped around Shen Rusong's neck. His philosophical thinking was interrupted, and the dream of a military poet fell from the moonlit night on the Spring River.
Fuck your diary. Shen Rusong thought.
It was past seven o'clock, the sun had been out for a long time, and the barn door was wide open. Shen Rusong frowned and was slowly tying his belt, thinking to himself that Chen Xiaoxiang, that damn bitch, said that her waist was injured. This is really a blunder. , why do you use this wonderful bib? Because Shen Rusong thought of an underground movie he had watched. A segment in it said that people can speak the dialect of their hometown when they are very happy. Since his ancestors are from the second province outside the mountains, he can speak the two sentences of "Zhe Liu". Bian's dialect is also normal.
So what exactly is bickering? Shen Rusong finished tying the belt while holding on to the barn door and taking a deep breath of hot air. Did he think it meant that some people were sharp-tongued and poisonous? t.
should be.
So when Shen Rusong saw Chen Xiaoxiang leaning against the wall with her coat on and a tigress grinning, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. I think there's no one here that you like, right? Should I find a girl...
Shen Rusong ended his fantasy because he found Chen Xiaoxiang staring straight at him. Shen Rusong rolled his eyes and then spread his hands. Behind him were a group of half-awake soldiers. After all, these soldiers should be wearing military uniforms. Dis Renren knows some sense of propriety and doesn't have the guts to be fat enough to hug a few of them.
Everyone is like this. I'm not a saint, right?
Chen Xiaoxiang snorted, as if she was angry that this sanctimonious person was openly taking the lead in violating discipline. She waved to Luo Tiancheng, Class 3, who was passing by, and shouted: "Come here, Xiao Luo!"
"What's the matter, monitor?" Luo Tiancheng ran over.
This boy seemed to be an innocent boy. Shen Rusong could tell at a glance that this boy slept in the barracks last night. Why? Being in such good spirits, I naturally went to bed after eating last night, otherwise I would look depressed.
Chen Xiao.
Xiang looked at the tall and thin Luo Tiancheng with a smile, grabbed his hand and was about to put it on her bulging chest, but the moment before going down, she suddenly felt that she had gone to the head? Immediately, he quickly hugged the confused Luo Tiancheng.
Hugging your subordinate is a normal behavior, nothing special.
Chen Xiaoxiang originally wanted to say something, but after she realized what she was doing, her expression returned to a calm indifference. She looked at Shen Rusong with a hint of disgust in her eyes. She picked up the whistle and blew it, shouting: "3 Class! Let’s eat!”
But expecting this small gesture to impress the remaining dozens of male soldiers is a complete daydream. The squad leader has gone off to live happily, so how can he care about the others? Sometimes when I see a female combat soldier with her legs folded, Yan Huihui from Class 3 keeps looking over at Class 1. How can anyone tell me this?
They are all human beings, and they will eventually be demobilized and returned to society. In order to maintain army ranks, they are recruited into the army. They are recruited from surface units such as military fields and towns, so we must expect that this will happen sooner or later. .
But harvesting wheat is harvesting wheat after all. During the rest time at night, everyone can just open their eyes and close their eyes. During the day, they can work together as a group and work honestly and hard.
Fighting is production. Production is fighting.
After a night of in-depth communication, it was obvious that everyone had a deeper relationship and a better understanding of their cooperation. Although Beiqin 74 Military Field has more than 700 infrastructure soldiers, it is considered a battalion. However, these 700 people are not only responsible for agriculture-related tasks, but also other tasks such as irrigation, water conservancy, patrolling and cleaning, and building houses. Although manpower will be mobilized as much as possible to help during the harvest period, there must also be people on duty to guard the facilities during the busy farming period. If there are harvesters and tractors as the main force, of course everyone can just pick up wheat ears and bundle straw. If there is not enough diesel, all the people will have to go into battle.
Nearly a hundred people were assigned to the Beiqin base. They were all strong laborers. They worked for seven days and at least 700 acres of land. @ Beiqin has relatively good black soil. It was cultivated for hundreds of years before the war, and the soil fertility has been reduced a lot. However, once the nuclear bomb went off, human habitation on the surface of the earth disappeared for half a century. Instead, the land was well rested and the soil fertility was restored. Although it is not as good as the Sanjiang Plain in Yanqi, which has an output of more than a thousand per mu, it still has a wheat output of six pounds per mu. After harvesting 700 acres, there will be 200 tons of grain. If it is distributed to auxiliary soldiers or relief grain, adding some chaff can double the amount.
So, one more person means an extra 700 kilograms of grain. Otherwise, if it rains, all the grain will be wasted.
There are now more than 470 munitions farms and state-owned farms in total, with an area of 10,000 hectares of cultivated land. On average, a farm manages more than a thousand hectares of cultivated land. One hectare is one acre of land. No matter how ruthless the agricultural workers are, they harvest it by hand. Harvesting two acres of land in one day can be called an iron man. Most people can do very well harvesting one acre of land in one day. So without a harvester, no matter how many people come, it will only reduce losses.
The 74th Military Field has about 900 hectares of cultivated land. Such a large area is naturally divided into many small areas. Outside the core walled area of the military field, there are also some small outposts located along the river. As for the sentry posts, they run from Tong'an Mountain. The mob that came out was one, and so was the mutant beast. The most important thing was to look at the wild boar.
Wild boars running into wheat fields during harvest time are a big deal. It’s easy to deal with just one, but it’s really troublesome if a group of them comes. How difficult is it to catch wild boars in a wheat field that’s half the height of a man? Not every site has a drone. This thing is basically for military use. There may be two or three in a military field. They are all large-scale pesticide drones with eight or twelve axes. Although there are also biplanes that spray pesticides, but flying a plane to catch wild boars? Good guy, isn’t aviation gasoline oil? Kerosene is okay, aviation gasoline is also available, use a little less!
So Shen Rusong and the others moved all the way to the next block, and unexpectedly received instructions to hunt wild boars on the intercom.
This thing is so simple, just call anyone who is good at marksmanship. Everyone knows that Chen Xiaoxiang has the best marksmanship. He immediately yells for squad leader Chen to go. It is best to dig out the wild boar nest and have roast suckling pig as a snack in the evening.
Everyone was waiting for the platoon leader to recruit people, and they were always excited. To hunt wild boars, it was just a matter of shooting, biu, it was over, and we could spend the whole afternoon leisurely. Compared to harvesting wheat, it was definitely harder.
"Songzi, take someone to fight."
Unexpectedly, the platoon leader chose Shen Rusong instead of Chen Xiaoxiang, who everyone was bragging about.
But there is nothing strange about this. Anyone who points points points, so everyone immediately turned around and shouted, telling Ban Shen to work harder and carry a ton of weight.
The big wild boar is back.
Shen Rusong laughed and scolded back. A one-ton wild boar can even catch up with a deformed species. He can kill it with a 75-style ten rounds of bullets. How can he be awarded a second-class merit?
When saying this, Shen Rusong glanced at Xu Boran who was slightly embarrassed, intentionally or unintentionally. Others didn't know, and he didn't know yet. It was just to give him an easy job on purpose.
But Shen Rusong wasn't that bored to expose it. He gave it all and felt a little uncomfortable. What else could he do? Just be open-minded.
Shen Rusong originally wanted to ask Xu Shengnan to come, but considering that a man and a woman were far away from the public eye to avoid suspicion, he simply ordered Yang Qi to come over. The boy's injury was not healed, so he might as well go for a walk.
As for Li Hao? This valuable guy was hiding in the base just because he had two broken fingers. Alas, he will regret it when he comes back.
When going to hunt wild boars, the faster the better. The two went to the military field to get ammunition and then followed the messenger. They rode retired army horses and galloped. In less than two-quarters of an hour, they rushed to the wheat field where wild boars were infested. . @
