While in the police connection, Fu Ping'an didn't have much chance to touch the gun. When he arrived on the island, he could finally have close contact with Bayigang. This gun belonged to him since then and was his gun. Although the gun was rusty, it was still a new gun. He had not fired a few bullets. He could shine with it as long as he was well maintained.

Fu Ping'an happily wiped the gun away, but a novice didn't know how to deal with the rust on the gun. He shot the target once in the police connection. The squad leader taught them to use soapy water to clean the residual gunpowder after the shooting, then wiped it with gun oil and then wipe it with maintenance oil, but he didn't teach how to remove the rust.

Zhu Mengjun taught him seriously: "Use sandpaper to remove the rust and then apply oil."

Out of understanding of these people, Fu Ping'an determined that this was fooling him. Sure enough, Zhu Mengjun saw that he was not fooled and threw him a can of wd-40 anti-rust liquid: "Spray it yourself and find a piece of cloth to wipe it."

"Thank you." Fu Ping'an was overjoyed.

"Why thank you? I wiped my gun too." Zhu Mengjun said.

"And mine," said Gao Xiaobo.

"My!" Pan Xing slapped the May Fourth Movement in front of Fu Ping'an.

This is a bit bullying, but Fu Ping'an likes this kind of bullying. He is addicted to guns. When he was in a break, he helped the old commander wipe his sword, guns, leather holsters, armed armed forces wear horse boots. He likes to touch these things. He took four rifles and two pistols on the island to wipe them. Anyway, time is not worth much.

On an isolated island, the work and rest time are different from that in the mainland. The time here is sticky, slow, and leisurely. On a huge solid wood table, filled with parts of firearms, disassemble, install, disassemble, and install, and you can spend a whole day.

There are bullets in the ammunition depot, but they cannot be used casually. How many bullets consumed must be recorded and reported. However, in order to reward Fu Ping'an, Commander Huang still gave him a 30-round limit, which made him feel addicted to guns.

Thirty 7.62mm rifle bullets with copper-clad steel shells only made a little noise between the sea and the sky.

This bottle of WD-40 comes from Zhu Mengjun's email. Yesterday, the mail bag that Fu Ping'an dragged to the shore was almost all wrapped in Zhu Mengjun's packages, but there were no canned cigarettes, alcohol, candy, tea, etc., and there were some strange things, such as solder, electrical tape, plc modules, and two electronic books like heavenly books. Everyone on the island has their own hobbies. Zhu Mengjun likes to fiddle with broken copper and iron. In addition to singing, Pan Xing also watches discs. Gao Xiaobo likes fishing. There is a small sampan on the island and a diesel outboard. When the waves are calm, he fishes on the sea. At present, only Captain Coptis has not yet cultivated his interest in killing time.

A day later, the supply ship finally came again. The long-awaited fresh water, diesel, canned food, rice, fresh vegetables and fruits were unloaded onto the dock. Captain Coptis chinensis chatted with the captain for a long time, and took half a cigarette down before sending the landing craft away.

When the landing craft left, another boat came. This time, there were fishing boats, more than one, a small fleet of broken fishing boats with different shapes. The hull was painted with wood and fiberglass. The bow of the boat was painted with the words Luyu xxx. The fishermen were all dark and bold brothers. They presented the fresh seafood they had worked hard to salvage to their relatives. After receiving the gift, Gao Xiaobo also gave them generous rewards, which was the diesel that had just been unloaded.

Fu Ping'an was stunned. This operation was too slutty. It was not appropriate to exchange supplies for seafood. He asked Gao Xiaobo if it was okay to do this. Gao Xiaobo waved his hand: "Don't make a fuss. It's not easy for fishermen. If we can, we can help. Look, there are also wine, white and red beer."

Not only did there be wine, a fisherman brought a bag of welding rods to Zhu Mengjun, but he didn't know what the elder brother had done all day long.

Have a seafood meal at night, sea cucumber, abalone, sea urchin, scallops and prawns. Fu Ping'an has never seen these seafood. He has eaten them in a big hotel when he was with Sister Qian, but they are served as expensive dishes. This is home-cooked dish on the island, and there is no particular way to cook it. It is cooked in white water and put it in a washbasin. It is very good to make it. It is eaten as a meal, and it is enough.

If you can’t finish eating, you can spread it on the cement floor at the door of the barracks and dry it into dry goods. When the supply ship comes back, you ask someone to send it back to the mainland. Usually, you buy it for other things and then send it to the island. That’s how those mailing bags come, otherwise how could relatives and friends have the energy to send things every month?

Fu Ping'an has no intention of dismantling sea goods. Every day, he only dismantled and wiped the guns, but he just kept walking around with his guns. The 374 island is too small, with an area of ​​less than one square kilometer, but it does not mean that it is fully visible. Because the high mountain in the east is 374 meters high, accounting for half of the island area. The mountain is steep and the mountain is covered with vegetation. There is a circling cement stairs leading to the top of the mountain. It was the 130-aircraft gun position at that time, but now it has been abandoned and has been converted into a lookout.

The cannon position was built with reinforced concrete, a product of the early 1970s. God knows how much it cost to build this sea turret at that time. Fu Ping'an stood in the abandoned turret, looking at the vast sea outside the hole, thinking about an old movie "The Longest Day" he had watched. During World War II, the Germans built such a coastal defense turret in Normandy. He fantasized about the outbreak of World War III, and the United States brought the fleets of two servants, South Korea and Japan, from the opposite side. He was the guardian of this island, the front line of the motherland's seas and the mainstay. Whether it could withstand the attack of the Americans depends on himself. Just sit here and let his thoughts fly for a day.

As the days passed day by day, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2009. Fu Ping'an had already walked every inch of land on the island, and was able to disassemble the Bayi Bar and May 4th Styles with his eyes closed, and he could know what parts were done with just a touch.

Five people celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival by themselves. Gao Xiaobo took a washbasin, opened three bottles of red wine, poured them in, and said, "Wake up first, let's eat abalone today."

The banquet is rich, the moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I miss my family more during the festival. This sentence is suitable for ancient times when transportation and communication are underdeveloped. It is thousands of miles away from my relatives, and I don’t know life and death, and I don’t have any news. How can I miss you even more? But this does not exist now. Even on the other side of the earth, on the other side of the ocean, as long as there are computers and telephones, you can video and call anytime and anywhere. But there is no such condition on the island. Isolation from the world is not only geographical, but also technical. There are radio stations and optical cable communications on the island, and you can talk to the command center of the garrison area, but you cannot contact your family at will. On holidays, the superior units will arrange for the officers and soldiers stationed in the island to talk to their families. However, there are too many people and the machines are too busy. Such good things are not the turn of 374, and the brothers can only entertain themselves.

When the red wine sobered up, the abalone was steamed, as well as sea urchins and sea crabs, but everyone had bad appetites. They were tired of eating these seafood. They wanted to eat some braised pork, some mooncakes, even five-nuts. Today, during the festival, there was enough wine, and when they opened the bottle, they poured them into a yellow basin, a basin of red wine, a basin of white wine, and a basin of beer. This basin is a magical tool. It is the water and noodles to serve dumplings, and it is the water that is used to collect water when it rains, and it is also the cleaning. The table became a guy who filled wine again. Everyone held a tea jar and wanted to drink it, so they scooped it from the basin, which felt a little like a wine pool and meat forest.

The dishes are for wine, and the wine is for talk. After drinking, they chat. After so many days, everyone's story has been told 800 times. Everyone can recite the lingering love story of Pan Xing and his confidante. Fu Ping'an's title of Iron Head Tiger and his secret love for Kong Que and Sanye Crocodile girls are also familiar with them. The five people know each other very well, almost transparent.

As we chatted, the topic turned to the island. Huang Yaowu said: "Brothers, 374 is our home. The name of our home is not nice. It's so unrestrained and indifferent. Why not change the name, think about it, what is the right name."

Zhu Mengjun said: "You are the company commander and the island lord. Your surname is Huang, so you might as well call it Taohua Island."

Gao Xiaobo said: "No, it's not true that there is only Huang Dao Master but not Huang Rong."

Fu Ping'an said: "Looking at the sea view and eating seafood all day is like taking a vacation in the Maldives, just call it Maldives."

Everyone thinks this proposal is better, and 374 has since been renamed Maldives, referred to as Madai.

Pershing, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said, "I can't understand one thing. Why do we need troops to garrison on the island? So many uninhabited islands along the coast have withdrawn. Because there is no meaning of garrison, 374 is lonely overseas. This is not a pass on the land. One man is a pass that cannot be opened and does not rely on the strait. Just like Gibraltar and Singapore, the range of 130 shore cannons is only 27 kilometers. Can people just walk around the warships, why do they have to fight at your muzzle? One island, five soldiers, and the whole world is gone. What is the meaning?"

Huang Yaowu said: "China's area is 9.6 million square kilometers, and we are less than one-per-one-per-nine. The territory must be stationed, and soldiers just need to obey orders, and there is no need to think about it."

Zhu Mengjun said: "Even if you are a cat, you will forget about your bad chicken soup. Everyone knows the great principles. We need to know the reasons and learn to think."

Huang Yaowu said: "I guess there are two reasons. First, the superiors have other arrangements, but we don't need to know that we are just watching the night watch. Second, some people have forgotten this island, whether it is garrison or disarm. This is not something that the garrison area and military district can decide. It is a higher-level agency. It may be forgotten for some reasons. The file of 374 is stuffed into a cabinet. No one remembers it, so the following can only follow the steps and continue to garrison."

This answer is quite reliable, everyone reluctantly accepts it. Change to a new topic. Fu Ping'an is the youngest and his four older brothers take care of him. Gao Xiaobo patted his shoulder and said, "Time is money, it cannot be wasted. Driving Ming and I go fishing in the sea. Let's be self-reliant and make more seafood to earn extra money."

Zhu Mengjun said: "Small peasant economy, Lao Wu, I will accept you as my disciple. If you fight me, you will have a skill in society in the future."

Pershing said: "Don't listen to them being careless. What's the point of being broken? It's not that much else on the island, but it's time and quiet. It's the most suitable for calming down and learning. Are you not your English weakness? I'll teach you a trick to keep your speaking and speaking thoroughly."

Fu Ping'an was very interested and asked how Pershing learned, whether it was a new concept English or a crazy English.

"Not either, this is my original method. Learn speaking with movies." Pan Xing said that in order to prove his strength, he spoke a long English dialogue, and his accent was indeed authentic and sophisticated.

"I have a large English-Chinese dictionary here. You can hold it in your hand and take a remote control, it's enough." Pan Xing said, "Just watch the movies with Chinese and English subtitles in the original soundtrack. Don't have more, four movies, four types, criminal, life, military, and love. I'll help you choose them. Shawshank's redemption, Forrest Gump, Save the Private Ryan, Titanic, read it over and over again. When you can memorize every line, you will be able to practice it. The accent is pure and the reaction is fast. I can't guarantee the exam, but the oral communication is absolutely fine."

There are solar power panels, diesel generators, a 21-inch Hisense color TV, a BBK DVD machine, and an antenna pot. In addition to the company commander reading the news and understanding the outside world, they are all used by Fu Ping'an to learn English. The island is so quiet, there is no trouble in the world, and you can focus on it. It is indeed a good place to study. Fu Ping'an only regrets that he did not bring the college entrance examination study materials. He reviewed here for a year, but did not go to Tsinghua University and Peking University.

When he was not watching TV, Fu Ping'an still went out to blow the sea breeze and watch the sea. When he was alone for a long time, he would sometimes be particularly sensitive and fragile. He was too young and more likely to be emotional. No matter how much he could relieve himself, it would be useless. Thinking of his orphan origin, he had a bumpy journey, and an accident in college, he could not survive even in society. When he was a migrant worker, he had not even gotten his wages. He finally became a soldier and thought that his life had counterattacked, but he fell into this stage. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that life was meaningless.

By the way, Fu Ping'an climbed to the top of the fort, looked at the dark sea below, and thought to himself that he might not have come to this world. He was a redundant person, so he might as well be buried in this sea and be completely destroyed.

Those who are sincere in their pursuit of death will not hesitate, nor will they be in the mood to leave any suicide note. Fu Ping'an stood on the edge of the concrete platform, with his back facing the sea, relaxed his whole body, and leaned gently, and fell off a hundred meters of cliff with his free fall.
Chapter completed!