September 17, 2019, was an ordinary day for the Northeastern Army in Fengtian North Camp.

Although the guns are locked in the warehouse, the army always has to go out.

From the playground, the shouts of soldiers and the sounds of running and officers' instructions were heard constantly.

The morning passed quickly.

After lunch, everyone returned to the barracks to rest. At this time, the people in the second row and the second row looked at the kang head next to the door of the big bunkhouse and laughed.

Of course the person they were looking at was Shang Zhen, and Shang Zhen has now become the laughing matter of all of them.

Although under the strict orders of platoon leader Wang Laomao, Lu Dajiao was sitting with his shoes on, many people still smelled the vague smell of drunkenness permeating the air.

With such a smell, it was hard for them to imagine how Shang Zhen would feel after being stuffed with that sock all night last night.

"Even though he looks lean, he has a good appetite!" A soldier who was walking in said, looking at Shang Zhen who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Shang Zhen looked up at him and said nothing with a grimace.

He is a newcomer and he has no idea of ​​talking to veterans.

Because his third brother Li Fushun had already enlightened him.

If you want to survive this job honestly, you have to be obedient.

They just stuffed stinky socks into your mouth, and you didn't suffer any physical injuries. You have to endure this.

The soldier in front of him who had just entered the room laughed at Shang Zhen. He was hinting at how smelly the smelly socks of Lu Dafei were!

And not only did you not vomit it out, but you also ate so much food at noon today!

The soldier saw Shang Zhen looking at him but not saying anything. He felt it was humiliating and said angrily: "Look at you, you are so cowardly (sǎi), your face is twitching like a shoehorn. Who are you to give face to?"

The soldier trembled when he mentioned Shang Zhen.

But just when the soldier was about to show off his power and try to grab Shang Zhen's ears, his ears were already grabbed by someone else's big hand.

"Go away! Are you playing tricks on my brother?" A voice rang in the soldier's ear. It was Li Fushun who was back.

Li Fushun is a veteran and a squad leader.

When I went to bed last night, it was the platoon leader Wang Laomao who spoke to punish Shang Zhen, so he remained silent.

But he can give face to Mr. Wang, and who is this soldier?

Naturally, the soldier also knew about the relationship between Li Fushun and Shang Zhen. He was angry at first and turned around to see it was Li Fushun. He quickly followed Li Fushun's words and said "Okay".

Li Fushun let go, and the soldier covered his ears and walked dejectedly into the house.

"Boy, what did you dream about last night that made you so scared?" Li Fushun asked Shang Zhen as he sat cross-legged on the kang.

Seeing Li Fushun's concerned expression, Shang Zhen felt safe and whispered back with one word: "Gun."

"Oh." Li Fushun suddenly realized.

This was the third day that Shang Zhen entered the military camp.

On his first day in the camp, before all their guns had been collected, a soldier fired while fiddling with his gun.

Fortunately, no one was hurt when the gun went off.

Unfortunately, the head of the German blackback who was being held was pierced by the bullet, and then the bullet penetrated the copper-colored bugle hung by a bugler on his waist.

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The black-backed dog was their regimental commander's favorite and the only dog ​​in their station. The bullet almost hurt someone. The regimental commander was so angry that he personally stepped forward and gave the soldier who had misfired a big ear-scratcher, and then locked him up.

Confinement.

When the scene where the gun went off occurred, Shang Zhen happened to be next to the black back.

Li Fushun was also there at the time, and saw Shang Zhen trembling for a moment, thinking that Shang Zhen was frightened by that shot.

"I remember you weren't so timid?" Li Fushun said.

But Shang Zhen wasn't answering, as if he was recalling the power of that shot.

Li Fushun joined the army when he was fifteen years old.

Shang Zhen's family is full of brothers, and Li Fushun was picked up by Shang Zhen's parents as an adopted brother. There is a two-year age difference between the three of them, but Li Fushun is the oldest.

Li Fushun remembered that when he left home, Shang Zhen was still a naughty boy. He would go up trees to touch birds and go down to rivers to catch fish. There would be no time to relax.

This year Li Fushun is already twenty-two years old, and Shang Zhen is already eighteen years old.

It was only when Li Fushun returned to his home on the outskirts of Fengtian a few days ago that his mother, Shang Zhen's biological mother, told him to take the waiter away, so he took Shang Zhen out to serve as a soldier.

Li Fushun has been serving as a soldier outside these years, and his impression of Shang Zhen only remains as he was when he was a teenager.

But how could he have imagined that Shang Zhen's courage would become so small?

Now he already regretted bringing Shang Zhen out.

If Shang Zhen made a mistake because of his timidity, how could he be worthy of his mother?

As for how to give an explanation to my mother, there is no need to say this, because my mother is already seriously ill, and it will be good if she can survive this winter.

Shang Zhen's eldest brother has already married. Without his father and mother, Shang Zhen has no one to rely on. This is why his mother asked him to bring Shang Zhen out.

Li Fushun's idea was undoubtedly a good one, but now that he saw Shang Zhen's timid appearance, he could only shake his head helplessly.

Li Fushun lay down on the kang, he wanted to rest for a while.

At this time, Shang Zhen, who was looked down upon by everyone as a jerk, thought of the German black clam that was beaten to death again.

With the bang of the gunshot, he saw a hole opened in the big wolf dog's head, and then white brains and red blood spattered out.

And it was this scene that made Shang Zhen's head buzz at that time.

At that moment, he seemed to see several people in ancient costumes falling one after another in front of him.

There was also blood splattered on the backs of those people, and he saw them twitching under his feet!

At this moment, he felt as if his heart had been stabbed hard by a sharp needle.

He felt heart-wrenching pain and an inescapable fear of firearms!

Shang Zhen is already eighteen years old this year. Logically speaking, he is certainly not young. People at the age of eighteen are already married and have children.

As Li Fushun thought, he was not timid since childhood.

But when he was 17 years old, he felt as if his mind had turned into a crop field.

Why do you say that? Because he found a "seed" sprouting in his mind!

He always dreamed of dead people, those dead people wearing ancient clothes, and at the same time he felt pain from his bones.

Some inexplicable ancient nouns often pop up in his mind. For example, when he sees a match, he thinks of Huozhezi, when he sees a courtyard, he thinks of a mansion, when he wants to go to the latrine, he thinks of using the toilet...

And that's it, some strange words would pop up in his mind from time to time.

Sometimes when he said it carelessly, his mother and his eldest brother would look at it with extremely surprised eyes, as if he was speaking words from another world.

He couldn't sleep well at night, and the dreams were mixed with reality, so that his thinking became confused.

A person whose thinking is a little confused and has become timid and fearful of things will naturally not be able to come up with a clue.

Soon the lunch break passed and the afternoon training started again, and the afternoon training also passed, and in the blink of an eye it was dark again.

When the light of the electric light illuminated the military camp again, Wang Laomao, the platoon leader of the second platoon of the second company, looked at Shang Zhen maliciously again.

"I promise not to shout tonight." Shang Zhen said timidly.

Shang Zhen has become timid now, but that doesn't mean he is stupid.

The smelly socks from last night were really unforgettable for him!

So he was eager to express his position and directly took out a piece of cloth in front of everyone.

Shang Zhen's behavior was so strange that everyone looked at him from malicious eyes to curiosity. What is this kid going to do?

The answer appeared immediately, because Shang Zhen consciously tied the strip of cloth around his mouth and tied it behind his back!
Chapter completed!