In a beautiful small forest, the early birds were chirping, and the joyful sounds resounded throughout the forest. The first ray of sunshine shone on the treetops and the small pond in front, and through the rising mist in the morning, it made
The entire forest was shrouded in colorful smoke, as beautiful as a fairyland.
Wei Bing stood next to the grove, looking at the reflection of the pond in front of him, his eyebrows furrowed. In the reflection on the pond, could this figure in ragged clothes, with disheveled hair and beard really be him? He was the same as before.
There is a huge difference between me who pays attention to appearance and grace. Now it has been more than a week since I was shot down. My left hand is still not good and it hurts when I exert force. It is probably because the bone is not connected properly.
"Damn it, it's really unlucky. It's been a week and I'm still not very good at it. I don't care about him. I must set out to look for the troops no matter what." Wei Bing secretly made a decision.
A week ago, after the tail fin and engine of the fighter plane flown by the guard were damaged, he drove the P47, which was almost out of control, towards the southeast of Yekaterinburg. In order not to fall into the hands of the Soviet army, he flew the damaged fighter plane.
He persisted in flying for more than a hundred kilometers before making an emergency landing in a swamp. The plane flipped over when landing, and Wei Bing was stuck in the cabin. If he hadn't been rescued in time, he would have drowned in the swamp.
"Gululu..." A burst of squirming and a clear voice reached Wei Bing's ears. Wei Bing rubbed his stomach and his face began to feel bitter. The wheat bran he had eaten these days was mixed with wheat and wild vegetables.
Eating the brown bread made him almost want to vomit. The bitter, sour and astringent taste made his stomach twitch when he thought about it.
"Hello...#" A soft voice sounded behind him, and Wei Bing knew it was the savior who saved him without turning around.
Beside Wei Bing, a delicate girl of seventeen or eighteen years old with brown hair and wearing gray coarse cloth stood in front of him. On her arm was a dirty man with no visible color.
The rattan basket contained some wild vegetables. She was looking at Wei Bing nervously, mumbling in a language that Wei Bing could not understand, and there was a trace of nervousness in her blue eyes.
"Well, I already told you that I don't understand your bird language. Even if you talk so much, I don't know what you are talking about." Wei Bing said helplessly with a wry smile and his hands spread out.
"Hey Wei, are you...going to...leave?" The girl stammered and asked using the only Chinese she had learned in the past week, her beautiful eyes full of anxiety.
Her hands unconsciously grabbed Wei Bing's tattered sleeves.
"Yes, Nisha." Wei Bing nodded, "I'm going back to find the troops. This is not the place I should stay."
"You...you're leaving." Nisha grabbed his sleeves hard, the joints of her hands turning white from the force, and said resolutely: "Take me with you."
"You also have to come with me. Our two countries are at war. I am Chinese, and you are Russian. You have to think clearly." Wei Bing was surprised and startled.
"Yes, I want to go with you. Please don't leave me here alone." Nisha raised her face and looked at the man beside her bravely. Although they had only known each other for a week, he never looked like this.
The people around me discriminated against myself as a descendant of White Russia, and they would not always make things difficult for me, nor would they look at me like a wolf like the men around me.
"Okay." Wei Bing scratched the disheveled hair on his forehead. Anyway, if it weren't for this woman, he would have drowned in the swamp. Since she wanted to follow him, he just took her back and took good care of her.
"Then wait for me for a while." Nisha said and ran quickly to the cabin not far from them.
Wei Bing took out his pilot-specific Type 92 self-defense pistol from his waist, checked the magazine and then inserted it back into his waist.
Soon, Nisha ran out of the house carrying a cloth bag. She came to Wei Bing's side and took Wei Bing's hand, and the two of them walked towards the south.
In the early morning, as the morning sun had just risen, an armored convoy rumbled from a distance, led by two "Northwestern Tiger" tanks and four "Grasshopper" infantry fighting vehicles, followed by more than 20 ten-wheel heavy trucks.
, this is a five-ton heavy-duty truck newly produced by Chahar Automobile Manufacturing Plant. There are more than 30 fully armed soldiers standing on each truck. They are wearing tawny autumn grassland combat uniforms, and their tough and capable expressions tell people,
This is a group of well-trained elite soldiers.
Wu Chengfeng, who was sitting in the first infantry fighting vehicle, carefully observed the movement outside through the observation hole. Although what he saw now was just a patch of wind and sand, he still found it interesting. A soldier on the side smiled.
He said: "The camp is full of people. What can you see outside? You've been watching it for a long time and you're still not tired of it."
Wu Chengfeng smiled faintly, "This is my first time coming to Lao Maozi's territory, so of course I have to take a good look."
A soldier asked curiously: "Bingzhuo, I heard that you have fought against Xiaoyueben before. Please tell us who is more powerful in fighting power between Xiaoyueben and Lao Maozi."
"That's right, Yingzuo, just tell us. I've always heard veterans say that the Japanese have been fighting with bayonets for a while. Who is more powerful between them and the old man?" More than a dozen soldiers in the car started to cheer.
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Wu Chengfeng finally took his eyes away from the observation hole, sat back in his seat, looked at a group of soldiers who were looking at him eagerly, and laughed and cursed: "What can I say? Japan also has one nose and two eyes, and that's not all."
Same."
"It's definitely different. I heard Lian Zuo say that he followed you into Northeast China and drove all Japan into North Korea. I also heard that when you regained Peiping, you left with the large army.
After all, one person killed more than ten Japanese soldiers in Peiping, which is impressive." A private said with a smile.
"The majesty of farts," Wu Chengfeng laughed and scolded: "At that time, I was walking alone on the streets of Peiping. There were little devils everywhere. I was almost scared to the point of pissing my pants."
"hehe"
The soldiers all burst into laughter and booed. They could not imagine that the usually calm and dignified battalion commander would be panicked.
"Why are you laughing? I was just like you at that time. I had just carried a gun less than half a year ago. The battle in Peking was also the first tough battle I fought in my life. We fought so miserably at that time. We even had more than a hundred brothers.
In the end, there were less than 20 people who could move, and I got separated from the troops. Fortunately, I met my airborne brothers, otherwise I would have left the hundred kilograms there."