When the last trace of the sun was completely blocked by the mountains, Zhao Shengli, who was walking at the front, finally raised his hand to signal to stop.
Upon seeing this, Captain Brendon, who had already run out of breath, immediately lay down next to a pine tree next to the rock, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can...can you give it to me?"
Would you like some water?"
Hearing this, Wei Ran, who had just untied the kettle, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of hawthorn leaf tea, and then handed the kettle over. He himself was not much better than Brendan. For most of the day, although the American did not
Planes were dispatched, but the convoy that was blocked on the road by the Weifang sent 40 or 50 people to hunt them down.
In other words, they have never stopped since Wei Ran blew up the mountain at the corner of the road. They have basically been running exhausted under the leadership of Zhao Shengli.
When Brendan took the kettle and poured the little tea left in it into his mouth, Wei Ran asked breathlessly, "Shengli, do we...do we still have to keep running?"
“No need for the time being”
Zhao Shengli wiped the sweat from his forehead and temples, "We just ran so far along the stream in the mountain, and the pursuers probably won't be able to keep up. So take a rest, and when it gets completely dark, we'll go back to the shack where we were yesterday."
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"How far is it from there?"
Wei Ran asked while driving away the large mosquitoes that surrounded him. Out of his trust in Zhao Shengli, and also because he was busy guarding the prisoner Brendan who had cheated several times and said he couldn't run away, for most of the day, Wei Ran didn't do anything at all.
He didn't pay attention to which direction he was running. To put it more bluntly, he had already lost his way.
“Not that far”
Zhao Shengli pointed to a dark mountain in the distance and said, "We'll be there when we climb over that mountain. Comrade Wei Ran, you dig a smokeless stove and I'll go pick up some firewood and get some water. Let's get some first."
Eat to fill your stomach.”
"give it to me"
While Wei Ran was talking, he had already taken off his backpack, then took off his leggings, and tied Brendan behind his back to a tree with thick thighs not far away. To be on the safe side, he left while Zhao Shengli carried a kettle and lunch box.
After that, he also took out Brendan's belt and fixed his neck with the crooked neck tree.
"You're being abusive," Brendan struggled dissatisfied.
"It's not easy to run here with so much effort, so don't force me to kill you."
Wei Ran casually took out a glass bottle of Coke from his bag and shook it at the other party, "If you cooperate, I can treat you to a Coke later."
Hearing this, Brendan subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth. He just drank two sips of slightly sweet and sour tea. The amount of water was not even enough to moisten his throat. If he could have a bottle of Coke at this time, it would be better for him.
It's definitely a temptation.
On the other hand, although he could not understand Chinese, he had discovered after most of the day that the soldier in front of him, who looked at him as if he was looking at prey, seemed to have great respect for the young soldier who left with the kettle.
In fact, he had no doubt that if he did something dangerous before the little soldier came back, the man in front of him would definitely not show mercy.
Thinking of this, Brendon immediately said, "I promise not to move, but you have to put this bottle of Coke where I can see it."
"no problem"
Wei Ran happily placed the Coke on a rock one meter away from Brendan, then took out the engineer shovel from his backpack, chose a fairly sloped land, and followed Zhao Shengli's example yesterday.
’ dug out a smokeless stove.
He randomly picked up some dead branches from the surroundings and lit them up. When the flames kept jumping in the stove, Zhao Shengli also came back with a kettle.
Glancing at the prisoners tied to the tree, Zhao Shengli didn't say anything. He just helped Wei Ran heat up the cans, and then took out a handful of hawthorn leaves and hawthorn berries from his bag and stuffed them in
He put several pots filled with water and placed them side by side to block the mouth of the stove where flames came out from time to time.
While the cans were being heated, Zhao Shengli asked Wei Ran to place the soaked cloth shoes around the stove, and then personally helped the prisoner Brendon take off his soaked boots and socks and placed them around the stove.
It wasn't until everything was done that he untied Brendan's restraints and politely said "Setter's crotch chestnut" in English with an accent.
"Do you speak English?" Wei Ran took out another bottle of Coke from his bag and handed it over as he spoke.
"How can I speak American?"
Zhao Shengli took the Coke and sat down with a naive smile, "Comrade Chen Qi taught me this. I thought I might be able to use it when I capture prisoners in the future, so I learned a few words. This is the first time I have told an American other than
What about America after laying down its arms?"
"What else have you learned?" Wei Ran took out the pistol from his waist without leaving any trace, and by wiping the gun, he secretly guarded against Brendan who was sitting far away from him.
But what made him laugh and cry was that although Brendon was far away from him, he was subconsciously very close to Zhao Shengli. He even took the initiative to hand it to Zhao Shengli after biting open the bottle cap of Coke.
"Three Qs" popped out of Zhao Shengli's mouth, and then he took the Coke from Brendan and replied with a little shyness, "I haven't learned a few words, just three Qs, hello, and
What a rotten mother, just asking him where he came from. But the best thing I said was the sentence of putting down your weapons."
"That's enough," Wei Ran said with a smile, "Have a try, this stuff is quite delicious."
"I've had this American sugar water before"
Zhao Shengli picked up the Coke bottle and took a sip, "We captured an American headquarters before and found a lot of these things. This sugar water is not very tasty, but this bottle is good-looking and strong, so everyone used it to make it
The kerosene lamp is gone.”
Wei Ran couldn't help but fell silent. It would obviously take a long time for Zhao Shengli, a young man who was only in his early 20s at most, to get used to the pleasure released by Feizhai Happy Water after stimulating dopamine.
Similarly, in order to allow future generations of young people around the same age as Zhao Shengli to enjoy a bottle of ice-cold "American Sugar Water" for two yuan and a half at any time, Zhao Shengli at this time, and more like Zhao Shengli
The price the volunteer soldiers have to pay is probably far beyond the imagination of future generations of their peers...
"Why are you dazed?"
Zhao Shengli handed Wei Ran, who had only taken a sip of the Coke, "Drink it, I can't get used to this."
"You drink it"
Wei Ran patted his backpack and said, "I picked up several bottles. When I get back, both Squad Leader Lin and Squad Leader Sun and Chen Qi will share in it, by the way!"
As Wei Ran spoke, he put his hand into his bag. After groping for a while, he took out a watch and handed it to Zhao Shengli. Before the other party spoke, he said, "I didn't snatch this watch from Leng Buding, nor did I take it from him."
What I took from the wounded black man in that truck was what I took from the body of the first car we ambush."
Wei Ran paused for half a second when he said this. Seeing that Zhao Shengli was about to speak again, he quickly said again, "I think you are a scout, so it would be convenient to have a watch. This is for combat missions, not for greed. Really?"
no."
Zhao Shengli opened his mouth, but finally reached out and took the watch, clumsily clasping it on his wrist and looking at it, "Comrade Wei Ran, I believe what you said, I will accept this watch."
Hearing this, Wei Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could say anything else, Zhao Shengli asked, "Have you thought clearly about the problems on the road? Why should we give preferential treatment to the prisoners?"
"To show that we are teachers of justice..."
"We are the troops of justice," Zhao Shengli continued without waiting for Wei Ran to finish. Then, he suddenly asked, "Comrade Wei Ran, do you like fighting?"
Hearing this, Wei Ran could not help but be stunned. He did not expect that Zhao Shengli would suddenly ask this question.
Just as he was thinking about how to answer this question, Zhao Shengli said to himself, "I don't like it anyway. When I was a child, the Japs came in and many people were killed in our village. I used to have people above me
A brother, he was killed by a kid.
My mother said that at that time, when my brother was less than ten years old, he was killed by little devils for no reason. The internal organs of such a young child were picked out and thrown into the well of our village.
Later, we finally managed to drive away the little devils, and fought with the Allergic Party for several years, beating them away. We also had to fight with bandits from various places. Although we all won the battle, people must die in the war. I am not afraid of death.
But I don't like fighting."
Having said this, Zhao Shengli pointed to Brendon next to him, "I guess Comrade Leng Buding doesn't like fighting either. How happy would he be at home with his wife and children warming up on the kang, drinking their American sugar water? But why is he?
Are you here?"
Still not waiting for Wei Ran's answer, Zhao Shengli took a sip of Coke, which he was not used to, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself, "He was also deceived. I think the politicians in the United States must have said so.
, fellow villagers, we are here to safeguard justice. So, we have to pick up the gun.
Also, those Chinese people on the battlefield are all man-eating monsters. If you fall into their hands, you will definitely be in trouble! Therefore, you must not surrender, you have to fight them desperately.
Kill one to get your money back, kill two to make a profit."
Hearing this, Wei Ran couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile. The speculation expressed in this simple language was basically not very different from the facts. Even in later generations, even if this war is over, the United States will still weave it like this.
Telling old-fashioned and high-sounding lies.
Zhao Shengli took another sip of Coke, burped and continued, "But what's the reality? They went to fight in other people's homes, where did they get the damn righteous young ones! I see this Comrade Leng Buding, there are more with him
The same American people have been deceived by their country's politicians.
But if you think about it carefully, they fight with us with such prejudice. They dare not surrender and are unwilling to surrender. How many extra casualties will our comrades and our Beihan friends have to pay?
Why do we treat prisoners preferentially? Not because they are superior, not because we are inferior. It is to let the whole world know who is the liar. When those who fight with us come to their senses, they will naturally be unwilling to fight.
We would rather eat fried noodles and gnaw potatoes by ourselves, but we should also treat the surrendered prisoners as friends, feed them white noodles, meat and even drink, let them know that their previous ideas were wrong, and let them inform us of our policies through newspapers and letters
their families.
What is this called? This is called disintegrating their will to fight. In our old saying, this is called subduing the enemy without fighting. In this way, our own casualties will be much less."
"This...is this all your...your opinion?" Wei Ran asked dully.
"Comrade instructor often gives us lessons."
Zhao Shengli, who was full of momentum just a moment ago, now showed the shyness he should have at his age, "I used to be like you. When I saw the American soldiers, I wanted to jump into them with a shuttle, but then I felt that what the instructor said made sense.
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"What else did Comrade Instructor say?" Wei Ran couldn't help but ask.
"The instructor also said that we crossed the Yalu River and fought on our friends' land not because we like fighting.
We are pursuing peace and pulling out the nails that the US imperialism has smashed at our doorstep."
Having said this, Zhao Shengli couldn't help but clenched his fists, his overly young face was full of determination, and his eyes seemed to have light, "For the peace of our Beihan friends, and for ourselves."
The peace that our descendants will enjoy a hundred years later will stand tall and straight. So this battle must be fought! And it must be won!
Only if we finish fighting all the wars, the flames of war will not burn into our own homes. Only if we beat the enemy to pain, will our descendants no longer have to fight anti-aggression wars."
"Defend the enemy outside the country's borders..."
Wei Ran sighed secretly. How many ordinary soldiers like Zhao Shengli paid the price with their blood behind these light words?
Before he entered the battlefield on this peninsula, he had read through a lot of information. He had been amazed by the cases where the few defeated the many and the weak defeated the strong. He was even more amazed by the cases where the few seemed to be cheating.
How on earth can the volunteers of the Volunteer Army persist in positions such as Shangganling and Changjin Lake?
But it wasn't until now, until he listened to Zhao Shengli's simple views, that he truly found the answer.
