Chapter 39: Life and death are just a thin line (please collect and vote to read)
"Attention everyone! Squat down, everyone squat down!" the captain shouted, and the four soldiers next to him immediately picked up the Type 56 submachine gun. Watch the surroundings carefully.
Fang Minghua and a group of female soldiers hurriedly squatted in the carriage. Zhou Shunlai, who was standing next to him, did not squat. Instead, he raised the semi-automatic rifle that was originally slung on his shoulder.
"Don't be afraid. It's probably the enemy's scouts who were discovered by our army. It's usually fine." Zhou Shunlai said in a low voice.
Fang Minghua bravely looked around through the gaps in the wooden boards of the carriage. He was surrounded by mountains and forests and could not see where the enemy was.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Song Tangtang again. The other party also looked at him, but the girl did not show any fear and looked calm.
The truck swayed for several hundred meters and rounded a mountain bay. The gunshots in front of it became more and more rapid, and there were also explosions of grenades. The situation became increasingly tense.
"Get off the car! Get off the car quickly! Be careful to spread out and hide!" Captain Liu issued another order.
As soon as the car stopped, Fang Minghua quickly jumped out of the truck with the female soldiers from the art troupe, rolled and crawled into the woods on a nearby hillside, and lay down in the grass. When he turned around, he saw Song Tangtang crawling beside him. , actually holding a pistol in his hand!
This was the first time Fang Minghua saw Song Tangtang holding a gun, calm and resolute.
The sounds of gunfire and explosions were getting closer and closer. Captain Liu and several soldiers had already exchanged fire with the enemy, and bullets flew past Fang Minghua's head.
He lay there not daring to move, his heart was beating so hard, and he opened his mouth wide just to breathe.
For the first time, he felt so close to death.
Shit, if you really lose your life here, you will be the most miserable time traveler in history.
A slender hand shook his trembling hand, and he turned around to see Song Tangtang.
"Don't be afraid."
Fang Minghua read two words from the girl's mouth, and pointed to the ground, signaling him to lie down and stay still.
Fang Minghua knew that now was not the time to show off, so he buried his head on the ground and tried to calm himself down.
The gunfire continued to ring next to his ears. After a while, the gunfire gradually became sparse. Fang Minghua slowly raised his head and looked around. He didn’t know when Song Tangtang was no longer around. There was someone on the road not far ahead. Several enemy corpses.
The sight of bright red blood and white brains made Fang Minghua feel sick in his stomach and almost vomited it out.
"The enemy has been eliminated! It's okay!" Song Tangtang, standing on the road, waved to Fang Minghua.
Fang Minghua endured his nausea, stood up and walked towards the truck. He had not walked a few steps, and was about to cross the small ditch on the side of the road when he suddenly heard a strange sound in the air coming from far and near, like Something sliced through the air with a screeching sound.
“Get down! Get down quickly!”
Fang Minghua felt nervous when he heard Captain Liu’s shout. He stumbled onto his back and fell into the ditch. The moment he fell down , he saw a figure rushing toward him, and not far away, Song Tangtang looked at him in panic.
A deafening explosion soon sounded around Fang Minghua, and he suddenly fainted.
When he woke up, he found himself lying on the hospital bed, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and a female soldier was sitting in front of the bed looking at him.
Song Tangtang.
"Are you awake? You have slept all day and night, but the doctor said you are fine. You just suffered a slight head injury and a concussion. You need to be observed for two days." Song Tangtang said softly.
Fang Minghua touched his head. Sure enough, it was wrapped in gauze. He was still a little groggy, but it didn't matter.
"Are you okay?" Fang Minghua asked with concern.
"I'm fine, no injuries at all."
Oh.
Fang Minghua felt relieved and asked again: "What happened yesterday?"
Song Tangtang Tell him what happened.
It turns out that what they encountered yesterday was not the opponent's scouts but an enemy that sneaked into our controlled area. As a result, he was discovered by our patrol, and a gunfight broke out. He happened to encounter soldiers from the art troupe who were preparing to return to the camp.
After the captain figured out the situation ahead, he made a prompt decision and led the soldiers to join the battle. Finally, our reinforcements arrived and eliminated the enemy.
"The enemy suffered dozens of casualties, and we even captured two prisoners." Song Tangtang finally said with a smile.
“Awesome!” Fang Minghua admired him sincerely.
"What are the casualties of our art troupe?" Fang Minghua thought of this and asked quickly.
"The overall casualties were not large, but Xiaohong unfortunately died." Song Tangtang's voice became deeper.
Yang Xiaohong? !
Fang Minghua felt heartbroken for no reason when he thought of the girl with pigtails and a smile showing her little fangs.
"Where's Brother Zhou? How is Brother Zhou doing?" He asked again.
"Brother Zhou was injured and was admitted to the hospital."
"I'll go take a look." Fang Minghua got up. Song Tangtang couldn't resist, so she took him to another ward. As soon as he entered, he saw Zhou Shunlai wearing a hospital gown, sitting by the bed and talking and laughing with a patient opposite. He couldn't tell that he was a patient at all.
“Brother Zhou.” Fang Minghua called.
"Xiao Fang, are you awake? You look good." Zhou Shunlai said with a smile.
"Brother Zhou, where are you injured?" Fang Minghua was about to ask, but suddenly he was stunned because he saw that the sleeve of the other person's left arm was empty.
"The left arm was injured by the explosion. The doctor said it could not be saved and so he amputated it." Zhou Shunlai looked very relaxed.
If you don’t have a left arm, doesn’t that mean you can’t play the trumpet or the accordion? !
Fang Minghua thought of a question.
"Brother Zhou" Fang Minghua was about to say something, but was stopped by the other party.
"It doesn't matter. Although I can't play the trumpet or the accordion, I can still play the harmonica. I just tried it and it was pretty good."
As he said that, he picked up the pillow with one hand. Put the harmonica to your mouth and blow it gently.
The sound was very cheerful, it was Wang Luobin's "Youth Dance".
Fang Minghua couldn't help but sigh softly as he listened.
When Zhou Laishun finished playing a song, Fang Minghua suddenly remembered that before he fell down and fell into coma, he vaguely saw Zhou Laishun rushing towards him.
So he quickly asked:
"Brother Zhou, were you injured because you were protecting me?"
"No." The other party shook his head. "You were lying in the ditch by yourself, Xiao Fang. Is this your first time on the battlefield? You acted quite bravely, much better than me the first time."
As Zhou Shun said, Fang Minghua was a little bit If he didn't believe it, he looked at Song Tangtang next to him.
The girl nodded slightly.
Fang Minghua stayed in the hospital for three days before being discharged. During this period, writers came to visit one after another, especially Li Cunbao, who only praised him for his bravery.
Brave?
Are you really brave?
Fang Minghua shook his head with a wry smile. He clearly remembered that his legs felt weak the moment the gunshot rang out.
There is another tomb on the hillside not far from the camp. In the middle of the tombstone is written "Tomb of Martyr Yang Xiaohong". On the day of the burial, Fang Minghua also mourned with the art troupe.
That day, it started to rain in the sky.
“One bow, two bows, three bows”
Fang Minghua bowed deeply and looked at the portrait above the tombstone, with pigtails and a cute smiling face.
Here, life and death are really just a thin line.
If he didn’t happen to fall into a small ditch on the roadside, then it might be him lying in the grave.
He suddenly thought of a line from the movie "Wonderless Things" that he had watched before traveling through time: "If you knew in advance the life you were going to face, would you still have the courage to come?"< br>
If you knew you would encounter such danger, would you still follow the art troupe to the front line?
Will you come to southern Xinjiang again?
Maybe, maybe not.
But it is no longer important.
The important thing is that you have experienced it once.
The dead are gone, so are the living.
Cherish the present moment.
Fang Minghua continued his work of collecting stories and went deep into the soldiers. However, this time the leader never let him follow the propaganda team to the front line, which made him feel a little regretful.
It was mid-July, and the two-month collection was over, and Fang Minghua was returning to Greentown with everyone.
Tonight, the army leaders specially arranged a bonfire party and invited soldiers from the art troupe to perform.
Song Tangtang is also here.
Zhou Shunlai didn't come.
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