The most cruel thing in the world is war.
The saddest thing is that soldiers who defend their homeland and country die on the battlefield during the war.
The saddest thing is this.
The sadness is not that one of my favorite celebrities is unable to come back after being caught evading taxes, and that I cry to death.
He was not the top brother of a certain female anchor, but he was snatched away by his peers with more exaggerated beauty skills.
It’s not like I was scolded by everyone for playing a bad game, and I was wronged and said that I couldn’t afford a villa or a luxury car.
It’s not just complaining about being dumped by your boyfriend and writing something in your WeChat Moments every day. There is a grave in your heart where the widow lives.
All things are not sad, the real sadness is only one thing. During the war, the soldiers who defended the country died for the country. This is what should be sad.
If there is anything sadder than a soldier dying in battle, then it must be that the world thinks that celebrities are caught evading taxes, cannot afford villas and cars, and moan for no reason. These nonsense things are sadder than a soldier dying in battle. .
When this kind of thing happens in the world, when people in the world are sad because of these bad things, instead of sad because soldiers died in battle, then those who are sad because of these bad things should die!
Everyone's sorrow, everyone's joy and anger, everyone's happiness and sadness are all based on the bones, on the bones of countless martyrs, everyone is like this, there are no accidents, there are no accidents.
The whole world should be sad for soldiers. Any soldier who dies in battle should be sad.
But the troops who really fight for their lives on the battlefield never feel sad because they don't want the people they protect to feel sad or painful. They will die in battle precisely because they want to reduce the sadness and pain in this world. .
The border soldiers who are not sad are called Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Wu.
A very common name, a very common army, a very common death.
Ordinary John Doe, chopping with a straight knife, he is very ordinary, ordinary can no longer be ordinary.
He climbed up the deadly slope made of shields, jumped up high, slashed down with a straight knife, chopped off half of Liang Thief's ferocious face, and continued to charge forward.
He believed that Pao Ze behind him would definitely follow him.
Everyone is moving forward with only one direction, moving forward and chopping forward.
Everyone, as he or she thinks, doesn't need to worry about the left or right, and doesn't need to worry about what's behind, just move forward. There are brothers on the left and right, and there are brothers behind you.
The best person with Li Si is Wang Wu, and Wang Wu is on the right. In the cold winter, they even sleep together in the same bed, scolding each other for not taking a shower and smelling bad. They fantasize about saving some money, but they don't save enough. If that doesn't work, they can just marry one woman.
Li Si knew that Wang Wu was on his right, protecting his right side.
There was no rhetoric, no shouting, silence, advancement, and chopping.
Bold words are a waste of energy.
If you yell, you will choke on the blood splattered.
Only silence, advancement, and chopping are what every army has to do.
Another cold thief was chopped to the ground by Li Si.
But when the cool thief fell, his body hit his knees.
But the impact was obviously on the knee. Why, there was some pain in my left arm. It wasn't pain, it just felt numb.
Before looking at his left arm, another cold thief came. Li Si suddenly felt that his body was a little weak and his eyes seemed to be unable to see clearly.
Seeing that the scimitar was about to fall on his face, Li Si used all his strength to lower his head and hit it. He was hit by a knife on his shoulder, but it was not serious and no bones were injured.
He had been chopped before, and he had experienced the feeling of a knife cutting into his bones, and it was not so "easy".
Knocking the person down, he stabbed the enemy's chest with a straight knife. He slightly turned his head to the right, and Li Si's expression changed drastically.
"Lao Wu, Lao Wu, where are you, Lao Wu, Lao Wu..."
Li Si was shouting at the top of his lungs. The brother on the right, Wang Wu, did not follow.
But Li Si did not turn his head, because when the frontier troops charged, especially the infantry in the front row, they were not allowed to look back.
This is a very cruel military order. Even if your own father falls beside you, you are not allowed to look back. Without a military order, you can't hear the sound of drums. You can only move forward and chop.
Li Si, without looking back, gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but his body softened and he fell to the ground again.
"Damn it." Li Si showed a reluctant smile, because there was a comrade who surpassed him and cut faster than him.
A soldier covered in blood rolled and crawled in front of Li Si, hugging Li Si's body, and burst into tears.
Li Si felt relieved: "I thought you were fucking slaughtered..."
Suddenly seeing a short arrow stuck in Wang Wu's abdomen, Li Si cursed again with an unlucky look on his face: "You are so stupid that you were shot by a cold thief. No wonder you run so slowly. You are a fucking burden."
Wang Wu didn't reply, he kept nodding, hugged Li Si's body, and burst into tears.
"Does it hurt that much? Looking at you crying like a bear, it's like..."
Li Si's voice became smaller and smaller, weaker and weaker.
"Just like a baby in confinement...it's just an arrow..."
"I...how do you feel..."
"Brother, am I..."
"Remember under the bed...the bed..."
The last sentence was not finished after all. There was a purse under the bed, and there was nothing in the purse.
Li Si just wanted to tease his good brother before he died.
The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and there was a trace of confusion on his face. Then, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if he was unwilling to give up, as if he was smiling bitterly, as if he was saying goodbye.
Wang Wu, whose abdomen was full of blood, gently put down the body of his best friend, grabbed the horizontal knife, wiped away his tears, and continued to die, because he was a border soldier.
Li Si's body fell there.
The corpse had lost its left arm, which was completely broken, and the shoulder had long been stained red with blood.
Li Si didn't even know when he lost his left arm, and he didn't even know that behind him, there was a lot of blood, an irregular line, a bright red line, a blood line.
Wang Wu was still charging and slashing.
A frontier soldier is never happy about being alive, because being alive means burying his dead comrades, it means experiencing the death of his comrades in his arms, and it means returning to the camp and shouting, "Fuck you, mother." But he found that he had forgotten that the brother who should be scolded died in battle yesterday.
Wang Wu also fell. The arrow penetrated his intestines. Every step he took and every move he made hurt like hell. Even on the battlefield, "little things" like pain could be made so insignificant that they could even be ignored.
Because the blood and bones will anesthetize your body and numb your senses.
Wang Wu finally lay on the ground, his face sticky with blood and sweat.
Wanting to stand up, he wanted to see clearly who took his place, whether it was an old pawn or a new pawn.
It's best to be an old pawn and rush over. You must rush over. If you can't retreat, if you retreat, the Liang bandits will rush into the pass.
Another body fell down, almost face to face with Wang Wu.
This was a cold thief. Both of them were seriously injured, and both of them were close to death. Their faces were almost touching each other.
Wang Wu wanted to scold his mother for bad luck, but before he died, he saw the face of a cold thief.
Two pairs of eyes that were about to lose their life color looked at each other.
The enemy's face seemed less hateful and ferocious.
If the two of them could stand up, it would be a life-or-death situation.
But neither of them could stand up. Both of them were waiting to die, enjoying the last moment of tranquility in their lives on the battlefield where the sound of killing was loud and blood was splattered.
They couldn't kill anymore, and they couldn't kill anymore. They just turned their heads hard and looked at the enemy, looking at the enemy who was also waiting to die.
"I…"
This cold thief could actually speak Chinese, with a look of confusion on his face, like a lost child, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.
"pain…"
"It'll be fine soon."
This was the first time Wang Wu talked to Liang Thief, and the last time.
Closing his eyes, Wang Wu died in battle. Before he died, he showed a smile.
He knew that Li Si was always a fast runner, so he had to catch up with him.
Brother, fourth child, wait for me, I'm here too, wait for me, we agreed to marry my wife together, brother, wait for me, wait for me.
