A few hours ago, Beiqin Base.
Two o'clock in the morning is when people feel most sleepy. The sentries on night duty at Beiqin base are also sleepy. However, the night rain that has not stopped has made the sentries soaked to the skin. Dark water flows from the oilcloth ponchos. Like a stream of water, the sentry nicknamed "Old Army" stood on the wall, holding his rifle and gently shifting his weight on the soles of his feet to keep himself focused.
The raindrops were so dense that it was difficult for high-power searchlights to break through the thick rain curtain. Fortunately, there were harvested wheat fields outside the base. The straws were all piled up and burned. The bare fields were unobstructed. Equipped with infrared night vision telescopes, you could see everything at a glance.
There was a slight sound of motor in the distance, and the sound soon became fainter and fainter. The old army stared at the direction of the reinforcements, praying in his heart that the battle would go smoothly, that the mobile troops would be rescued smoothly, and the enemy would be eliminated.
The veteran has served in the army for many years and has gone through bloody battles in ruins. If it weren't for the fact that he was seriously injured in the Fenglin battle last year, and his legs and feet still have old injuries accumulated and are not very flexible, otherwise he would not stay in Beiqin at this time and work at night. An easy job like duty.
The rainwater flowed to his lips, and Lao Jun tasted a distinct sour taste. He raised his head and looked at the night sky worriedly.
This is acid rain. The water vapor from Tongan Mountain collides with the hot steam from Beiqin and turns into frontal rain. The radiation that penetrates into the bone marrow from Tongan Mountain falls with the rain. This is a good thing for plants and promotes growth. , to make people strong and not fall down, is a chronic suicide for people.
The sour taste is offset by another bitter taste under the tongue, potassium iodide lozenges. We are in Beiqin, only a hundred kilometers away from the alliance's true border, and across the Huijiang River is the Tong'an Mountains. Although it is still the legal territory of the Alliance, everyone understands that for at least half a century, it will be just a distant term to most people. There will be no base, no pioneering group, no city, and no civilization.
With long boots stepping on the exposed rock surface, the veteran army began to patrol along the base wall. The Beiqin base was built around the only natural stone hill on the Sanjiang Plain. The entire mountain was poured with reinforced concrete, and a moat was dug to turn it into a fortress strong enough to withstand the torrent of armor. Fortunately and unfortunately, the tank showdown that people expected in the past did not happen here, but the years have left many more traces on the fortress than armor-piercing discarding sabots. The frequently trampled concrete at the top of the wall has long been turned into dirt, but it is underneath. The rock is strong and unyielding.
Lao Jun stuck his head out and looked at the uneven wall. He couldn't help but think, if he was given a grappling hook and a rope, it would be easy for him to climb up, right? After all, the lowest point of the wall is less than six meters. If he hadn't injured his knee, he would have reached the top in just a few "scratches".
Why doesn't one of the searchlights move? Lao Jun suddenly noticed.
Who is lazy and fell asleep? He reacted immediately, grabbed the handle of the gun, and decided to teach the saboteurs a lesson.
Sure enough, the old army trotted to the sentry tower, and the soldier in charge of controlling the searchlight really fell asleep. The old army sneered, picked up the butt of his gun, and smashed the guy, making him scream and run around.
"Sergeant major! Sergeant major! Stop fighting, stop fighting! I know I was wrong! It hurts! It hurts!"
"Don't smash your head, you are stupid, my sergeant major!"
The old soldier raised the butt of his gun. His Type 75 was a killing weapon made of solid birch wood with a welded metal base. In close combat, when it was swung hard enough to hit someone's face, it could really dent someone's face.
After all, he was a new recruit. The veteran hit him with accuracy and cursed: "You fucking pliers, if you are not strong enough, I will not remember you if I beat you! Stand guard and sleep, come here! Stand still! I can't beat you to death. I will follow you today." Your last name!”
"Sergeant Major, isn't your surname also Wang?"
"You* forced me to come here!"
After giving him a good beating, the veteran army ensured that the new recruit nicknamed "Pliers" had grown up with the necessary foresight, and then spared the bruised and swollen Pliers the rest of the beating.
"It's raining so heavily, how can you kid sleep?" After beating the man, Lao Jun thought about this and rolled his eyes. Seeing the slight change in Qiang's face, he knew that there must be something wrong with this kid, and he lifted his knees. , stomped the cement wall and shouted: "What are you hiding! Hand it over!"
The pliers untied his coat and obediently handed over a small kettle hidden in his secret pocket. The old army unscrewed the lid and smelled it. It smelled so strong of alcohol!
"You're such a bitch, no wonder you fell asleep and drank secretly! If I don't beat you to death today, you're #@%￥ not named Wang!"
The pliers immediately opened and he begged: "No, no, sergeant major, don't you always like to drink? I will give you a way, so you don't have to drink secretly in the future. Don't deny it! You have talked to outsiders several times. The munitions farm exchanges industrial coupons for wine! If you beat me again, you will either beat me to death today, or I will report to the commander at dawn."
The veteran's face suddenly became bright. It was not unusual for a base with a farm to trade industrial coupons for wine. You could trade wine, drink, or haystacks for almost anything. But recruits generally don't have the guts to do this. , the people on the farm also know where the bottom line of the base's tolerance is. Every time they come and go, everyone will open their eyes and close their eyes, pretending that they don't know, but if they are exposed, someone must be unlucky.
Old Jun's face, as black as the bottom of a pot, softened slightly. Because he lost a knee in the war, he understood better than ordinary people that anxious people are really good at breaking pots, not to mention Wang Xiangzi, the most eccentric in the company. It was a naughty thing, so he pretended to hit him several times, but when he was done, he took it back. The big golden sword leaned towards the searchlight, and the light beam swayed through the layers of rain curtains, and then disappeared under the thicker layers. In the rain.
"Damn it, talk to me about the terms! Where is the channel? I will bring someone with me tomorrow to have a spoonful of stew!"
Having said that, Qiao Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the sergeant major would not continue to be serious. It is easy to manipulate people if they have something to do. But how could he dare to get a bargain and act like a good boy? He squatted aside and whispered that the alcohol he had there was not pure alcohol, but alcohol purified from antifreeze and then blended into a low-quality liquor.
Naturally, the field army would not provide even a drop of alcohol. They smoked during the war, and only death squads were allowed to drink. Because there are so many second-line troops, some base garrisons in poor locations are issued not only beer but also occasionally a little liquor. However, Beiqin is obviously not in the ranks of distributing liquor. In fact, because the transportation capacity has been used to ensure frontline supplies, how can he be in the mood to transport tobacco and alcohol? Bear with it!
Smoking alone can't solve the problem with blood on your hands. Military doctors don't have time to talk one-on-one, so they have to drink. It's extremely cold in the winter on the surface. Drinking to warm up can easily lead to addiction. It’s already paradise on earth if you drink it for free, why do you still care about whether it’s bad or not? What, do you want to drink a hundred bottles of Long Anchun?
"Of course I know you are blending it. How did you purify it? Oh, yes, you stole the government's stuff? I'll slap you!"
The pliers quickly said that this was not stolen, but that they got expired antifreeze from the warehouse manager. No matter how thick the skin was, he would not dare to get the exoskeleton warranty product casually. As for how to do it?
"According to the chemistry textbook, I'm just bad at liberal arts. If Mandarin is as good as chemistry, I'll be admitted to the military academy."
"You're pretending to be *." Lao Jun said scornfully, but his mind began to change. He had done this before. Last year, when he was surrounded in the ruins of Fenglin and couldn't get supplies, he was so panicked that he couldn't think too much and drank antifreeze. After all, it contains alcohol, so he couldn't get drunk after just a few sips. Bad thing, the Ice and Blood Land, yes, the Ice and Blood Land, we have to fight off several deformed attacks a day, and there are bandits harassing us at night, what a "sound seeker", the wounded can't be transported, they are burned to death due to sepsis, After death, the body may be embedded in the cracks for reinforcement. Without some mental support, most people simply cannot bear it.
"You kid, don't drink too much. It's enough to make you feel dizzy after just two sips. Don't even think about waking up if you take another drink and fall over."
"Yeah, so I made a still and hid it in the dog hole next to the prison. Once I got the alcohol, I could make some cider. I also hid half a bottle there, and I'll give it to you later. "
Things were getting boring when things were done. The old army loved wine, and when the atmosphere was in place, he scolded Xiangqi and stopped him from messing around while standing guard. Although he would drink some wine in winter, it can't be compared with this, right? ?
The small deal was completed. The old army didn't want to go out to soak in the acid rain anymore, so he pulled the pliers and continued to shake the searchlight to explore the surroundings. The beam was limited to the surroundings of the base, and it was barely effective with the infrared telescope.
"I'm going out for a patrol. If you dare to fall asleep again, even if you refine the King of Heaven, I will beat you to death!"
"Yes Yes Yes."
The old soldier put on his poncho and took a sip of Jusanbai before he left. When he entered his mouth, there was a sip of fire. It was so spicy that it made people shake, but the smell of wine is the smell of wine, just like the smell of cigarette, it cannot be replaced.
Beiqin base is not big, so it doesn't take much time to walk around. The veteran army passed by a group of patrols and said hello, and most of the answers were childish.
The old army glanced at the empty camp under the wall and thought that a month ago, thousands of people crowded this place. It was indeed a skill for an entire infantry regiment plus the base garrison to find an empty space to hide a still. Now? I'm afraid it'll be fine if I just put it in the barracks?
New recruits, all come are new recruits. The old army thought with some sadness that the replacement troops coming to the base one after another were getting smaller and smaller, and all the elite veterans of old age were sent to fight. The rear relied on these seventeen-year-old child soldiers to farm, work, and clean up... …
The rain made it uncomfortable. The old army patrolled around and found that the searchlight attached to the pliers tube was not moving again. He lowered his face at that time. When he got closer, he saw this kid sitting on the searchlight with his back slumped. under.
Did he fall asleep again?
The old soldier took off his gun belt and held the gun upside down, determined to beat the pliers until he was paralyzed no matter what. The sound of rain melted the sound of his footsteps, which was just right, so as not to wake up the kid.
Getting closer and closer, Lao Jun called out Pliers' name and told him to prepare to die. He didn't notice Pliers' head tilted to one side, nor could he see what was hidden in the shadows around the corner.
"Pliers! You're looking for death!"
The old soldier stepped into the sentry post. In an instant, a great feeling of fear rose from his tailbone and stopped when it reached the back of his head. Then, his entire neck was suddenly twisted into a knot by a black hand.
The moment before he lost consciousness, Lao Jun saw two small phosphorescent green round eyes. When he smelled the scent of the white powder on the tip of his nose, he thought that this seemed to be a wolf in human skin.
Then, this four-year veteran died, next to a jar of bad powder.
