But the soreness in his nose was just a little sore. When Shen Rusong lowered his head to wipe his face, he wiped a handful of dust off. Then he stared blankly at the gray-black color in his palm. In an instant, he thought of many, many, gray-black gunpowder smoke. Countless faces are reflected in it, including former classmates and neighbors, sacrificed comrades and comrades who are still around, mothers and sisters, and deceased fathers.
Shen Rusong didn't know why he suddenly felt so many emotions at this moment. He immediately calmed down and turned to look at the quiet wheat field. There was no dust flying, but there was the scorching heat under the August sun. He naturally thought of those who were fighting on the front line. Countless compatriots are fighting fiercely in the ruins and struggling to crawl in the sewage ditches. There are ubiquitous slogans "Keep fighting and revive the motherland!"
Shen Rusong almost wanted to stop a car, catch up with Banya, and tell him there was no need to pursue it.
Reason is telling him that there is really no need to do this. That is a mob woman who has met by chance, has nothing to do with, and is even an enemy. She is a mob, a mob! She fired a gun at the convoy! She was a prisoner of war without any protection under the law. Even if she was shot dead on the spot, no one would be responsible. Who would care? Who cares? ! With this amount of money, it can be given to a certain soldier or a certain infrastructure soldier for free. Why go after someone who may be dead or a stranger who may offend someone?
Why bother? Why bother? !
Why bother.
Shen Rusong clenched his fists. His mind was in a state of confusion. He had never learned to show mercy to his enemies, but! but! His sensibility is questioning him, not even about morality, but sensibility! I'm asking him, can't you pay? ! Can't you pay? !
Can’t you afford to spend money to give a stranger a good life? !
Isn't she one of your compatriots? !
Does she live beyond the borders? How is she different from you? !
Propaganda posters flashed through Shen Rusong's mind over and over again. Soldiers holding bayonets stabbed into the rotten hearts of despicable mobs. Big leather boots crushed countless mobs who destroyed the motherland like bugs, protecting the golden ears of wheat and the growing construction. 's surface.
But there is always a corner that the majestic purple cannot penetrate.
He looked at Orchid, who was as big as his sister, ferociously eating canned food, like a stray dog nesting next to the cell. After washing her face, there was a delicate and thin face among the dishes. Does she look good? How beautiful can it be? How much of a threat can she be?
But can she work? Can you afford the farm work that exhausts male soldiers? Can it bring a steady stream of income to the motherland? Coal, oil, or wheat, he can kill enemies, plant wheat, and do many things. What value does she have?
She has no value.
Thinking of this, Shen Rusong raised his steps and was about to untie the horse beside the stable. He was good at riding, and even if he was riding a pack horse, he would be able to catch up with Banya in the carriage.
but……
Why bother?
Shen Rusong leaned down dejectedly, holding his knees with both hands. He didn't understand why he had so many emotions that he shouldn't have. He instinctively thought that these emotions should be recorded in his diary, but he felt very embarrassed. What if? When Heaven dies and is taken away by others, it is really embarrassing to see in my diary that I sympathize with the mob while Heaven and humans have been at war for so long.
However, Shen Rusong stopped thinking about things very early on. He only struggled for a few dozen seconds, and he knew very well that struggling actually represented the answer, so he stopped struggling.
Shen Rusong took out the White Bird cigarette and asked someone to light it. The cheap spicy smell filled his mouth as he smoked. He slowly exhaled into the sky, holding the cigarette in his hand and pointing it at his head. The sun murmured: "What's this..."
"This is nothing at all."
I originally thought that today I would go to the next branch to continue assisting in harvesting wheat, but the order came to return to the base to prepare for war. The soldiers found their respective lovers before packing their backpacks. It was not a farewell. After all, they were on the horizon of the 74th Military Field. The place is Beiqin Base. Most people say goodbye half jokingly and half playfully, but some actually get over their feelings in just six or seven days.
"Rongzi, do you really like her?" Li Hao stood with his arms crossed, threw a candy in, looked at Xie Guorong with squinted eyes and said.
Xie Guorong put his camping bag on his back and said "yes" in a muffled voice, then ignored him for some reason.
Li Hao, who went to the military field to "work" again, was left in a daze.
Li Hao rarely continued to taunt, but glanced at Xu Shengnan, who was wearing a military cap to cover his face on the other side of the queue, and said with half emotion and half joking: "Think clearly, if you can afford to wait, what else can I do?" I'll wait for you."
Shen Rusong had always ignored such small disputes and conversations in the team. He really didn't have the time to care so much. He changed his standing posture, slightly relieved the weight of his heavy backpack on his waist, and was talking to Zhao Haiqiang. Where to go.
"The service season for new recruits is coming. We may send them back to replenish them, or go to the transitional training camp for a while and then transfer to Yanqi?" Zhao Haiqiang said with one hand on his waist.
When the troops are on the front-line battlefield and the battle is extremely stalemate and fierce, directly recruiting new recruits with no combat experience is very cost-effective. A large number of recruits will suffer unnecessary casualties and psychological breakdown because they cannot withstand high-intensity battles. The targeted training of recruit companies cannot truly simulate brutal battles. Therefore, many recruits who are going to the front-line troops will transfer to the transitional training camp for a while, participate in low-intensity battles such as fighting against bandits and clearing out mobs, and then transfer to the more demanding front-line after seeing real blood and human lives. Troops, to put it simply, gain experience and then put them into combat troops. t.
Because Shen Rusong's 1st Battalion suffered huge losses in the Qianshan Incident, and a new round of recruits had just begun their training cycle, even if another round of recruits were trained, they would be assigned to units with higher priority. Therefore, the 1st Battalion was split into a bridging training camp. They could do some work within their capabilities and get good training results, but they just lacked the number of recruits they should have.
Shen Rusong agreed with being assigned to the transition training camp. He said that it was possible to break up the organization and send it to the battlefield where reinforcements were most needed. However, this possibility was not high. The superiors would not be stupid enough to dismantle the organization.
The soldiers only talked about when they would have holidays, when they would go to war, and when their military pay would be paid. They couldn't talk too much, they were just waiting for the order to set off.
The whistle blew, and Shen Rusong was a little regretful to leave the military field in the evening, but Banya could find him. He walked through the wheat field where even the straw had been collected with his backpack on his back, and the black soil touched the soles of his boots. In the warm night, With the wind blowing, he looked down at the road and walked back to the Beiqin base.
But as if to prove that what Zhao Haiqiang said was correct, the next day, a military vehicle actually arrived at Beiqin Base, and dozens of recruits in brand-new military uniforms were dropped off. At the same time, there was a piece of order.
Shen Rusong's first thought after reading the order was, is he going to Lanhua's hometown? But the soreness in his nose was just a little sore. When Shen Rusong lowered his head to wipe his face, he wiped a handful of dust off. Then he stared blankly at the gray-black color in his palm. In an instant, he thought of many, many, gray-black gunpowder smoke. Countless faces are reflected in it, including former classmates and neighbors, sacrificed comrades and comrades who are still around, mothers and sisters, and deceased fathers.
Shen Rusong didn't know why he suddenly felt so many emotions at this moment. He immediately calmed down and turned to look at the quiet wheat field. There was no dust flying, but there was the scorching heat under the August sun. He naturally thought of those who were fighting on the front line. Countless compatriots are fighting fiercely in the ruins and struggling to crawl in the sewage ditches. There are ubiquitous slogans "Keep fighting and revive the motherland!"
Shen Rusong almost wanted to stop a car, catch up with Banya, and tell him there was no need to pursue it.
Reason is telling him that there is really no need to do this. That is a mob woman who has met by chance, has nothing to do with, and is even an enemy. She is a mob, a mob! She fired a gun at the convoy! She was a prisoner of war without any protection under the law. Even if she was shot dead on the spot, no one would be responsible. Who would care? Who cares? ! With this amount of money, it can be given to a certain soldier or a certain infrastructure soldier for free. Why go after someone who may be dead or a stranger who may offend someone?
Why bother? Why bother? !
Why bother.
Shen Rusong clenched his fists. His mind was in a state of confusion. He had never learned to show mercy to his enemies, but! but! His sensibility is questioning him, not even about morality, but sensibility! I'm asking him, can't you pay? ! Can't you pay? !
Can’t you afford to spend money to give a stranger a good life? !
Isn't she one of your compatriots? !
Does she live beyond the borders? How is she different from you? !
Propaganda posters flashed through Shen Rusong's mind over and over again. Soldiers holding bayonets stabbed into the rotten hearts of despicable mobs. Big leather boots crushed countless mobs who destroyed the motherland like bugs, protecting the golden ears of wheat and the growing construction. 's surface.
But there is always a corner that the majestic purple cannot penetrate.
He looked at Orchid, who was as big as his sister, ferociously eating canned food, like a stray dog nesting next to the cell. After washing her face, there was a delicate and thin face among the dishes. Does she look good? How beautiful can it be? How much of a threat can she be?
But can she work? Can you afford the farm work that exhausts male soldiers? Can it bring a steady stream of income to the motherland? Coal, oil, or wheat, he can kill enemies, plant wheat, and do many things. What value does she have?
She has no value.
Thinking of this, Shen Rusong raised his steps and was about to untie the horse beside the stable. He was good at riding, and even if he was riding a pack horse, he would be able to catch up with Banya in the carriage.
but……
Why bother?
Shen Rusong leaned down dejectedly, holding his knees with both hands. He didn't understand why he had so many emotions that he shouldn't have. He instinctively thought that these emotions should be recorded in his diary, but he felt very embarrassed. What if? When Heaven dies and is taken away by others, it is really embarrassing to see in my diary that I sympathize with the mob while Heaven and humans have been at war for so long.
