The north wind howled and the snow fell heavily. The old man, who was almost freezing, suddenly heard a familiar and majestic voice.
He has been away from the army for decades, but he will never forget this voice. Every time he hears this voice, his first reaction is to raise his head, stand at attention, and salute!
Decades later, he became a frail, skinny, and small old man, but his military uniform was still there and his ears could still hear, so he immediately instinctively and stupidly raised his head, raised his chest, drew in his belly, and brought his feet together.
"Zhao Bing, the trumpeter of the 2nd squadron of the Sharp Knife Company, is reporting!"
An old military salute that is no longer in shape, a voice that shouts out with almost all his life, and the person standing opposite is also an old man, but he is tall and majestic with serious eyes, and he returns the salute in a standard and quick manner.
"You little brat aren't dead yet? I thought your little body would be the first to die!" The old man immediately rushed over and grabbed Zhao Bing's thin shoulders.
He's old, he's really old. The trumpeter of Class 2 of Sharp Knife, that kid who he would occasionally kick in the back and curse a few words at, is also old. He's too old to look good. He looks older than him.
Even bigger.
The old man always thought that he was in his final years, but the sight of Zhao Bing in front of him shocked him, and he felt a huge pain in his heart. Then he looked down at the tombstone that Zhao Bing had smashed out of the mountain, and pointed at it, "Is your son also a soldier?"
But Zhao Bing had no way to answer him. He couldn't believe that his eyes could no longer see clearly, and his brain had become cloudy. He, no matter what, didn't believe that he could still see the old commander before he died!
That god of war, that idol of his childhood, that ever-victorious general who would never lose a battle, that hot-tempered leader who would kick him in the back and scold him to correct his military posture.
He actually still remembers him?
Where is he?
Is he already dead?
Well, he paid the last military salute in his life. He died in front of the old commander. He was content and had no regrets in this life. A mysterious smile appeared on his face, and his hand instinctively slipped out of the cloth pocket behind him.
Take out a trumpet with three bullet holes.
This trumpet is the testimony of his military career and the most cherished thing in his life. This trumpet was personally given to him by the old army commander when he returned home from the army. From then on, he could not move without eating, sleeping or going up to the mountains to herd sheep.
Carry it with you wherever you go.
With a glorious look on his face, he took out the trumpet and put it to his mouth, beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep...
The trumpet sounded loudly, and he wanted to charge again. His life had no meaning anymore. He just wanted to die on the way to charge. He hoped that this time the enemy's bullets would no longer penetrate his beloved trumpet, but just penetrate himself.
!
The tall, hunchbacked old man burst into tears. He had shed tears no more than three times in his life, but this time he couldn't control it anymore. He raised his big foot and kicked the thin Zhao Bing to the ground, "What the hell are you doing?"
Yes, you don’t even know how to speak when you meet the chief?”
The thin Zhao Bing fell straight into the white snow with a plop, but his right hand tightly grasped the bronze trumpet. He was a trumpeter, and he would not let go even if he died!
The tall old man did not stop the violence and continued to kick him, "You coward, get up for me, get up for me, are you pretending to be dead? Damn you!"
The deeply shocked Tang Lin, the new Black Panther sniper king, was slow for the first time and his movements were sluggish. When he reacted and rushed over to hug the old man forcefully, Zhao Bing, who fell to the ground, was already kicked by the old man and was about to die.
.
He didn’t have much vitality to begin with!
When he got up this morning, Zhao Bing put on his military uniform and cap and brought his beloved trumpet to see his son who had just passed away a month ago. His wife had left long ago, and so had his son.
My son had served in the army for five years, so when he was cremated, the military uniform he wore was a military uniform without any epaulets, but the old man was content with that.
The old man couldn't afford a cemetery in the cemetery, so he could only bury his son between the ridges. The old man couldn't afford a tombstone, so he went into the mountain and smashed one out. But the old man's handwriting was very powerful, and he will always carry the soldiers on the battlefield with him.
character.
He felt that his days were over, so he came to his son's grave. He wanted to die quietly, and then be covered by the heavy snow on the mountain, and no one would know anymore...
"Old man, if you kick him again, he will really die. I will carry him back to the car first!" Tang Lin's voice went dry unconsciously, and his heart also hurt, very painful!
Because they are all real soldiers, Zhao Bing feels pain, the old man feels pain, and Tang Lin feels pain too. This kind of pain is called unforgettable pain, and this kind of pain is called comrade-in-arms!
This kind of pain is also called inheritance!
Only then did the old man react and immediately stopped the violence in a daze. His body swayed violently. If Tang Lin hadn't held him in his arms, he would have slipped down the ridge!
Tang Lin was 24 years old and had a lot of strength, so he held the old man who was in a daze with one hand and carried the unconscious Zhao Bing on his other shoulder, and walked down the ridge one foot deep and one foot deep.
And Zhao Bing, even though he passed out, still held his trumpet tightly with his right hand like an iron pincer.
Finally, we returned to the Warrior Car. The Warrior Car was still on. It was very warm and windy inside, even warmer than spring. Zhao Bing quickly took the place of the old man’s machete. He still didn’t wake up. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes.
, kick your legs straight, this is completely the prelude to kicking your legs.
Tang Lin quickly took out the spare first aid kit and carried out rescue operations.
The old man had been sitting in the passenger seat smoking, one cigarette after another, without saying a word, and he seemed to have grown much older all of a sudden.
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20 minutes later, Zhao Bing was finally alive. He opened his eyes vaguely, "Where is this... I swear not to be a prisoner to the death... I will fight with you..."
Poor Zhao Bing actually thought he was a prisoner. His nerves could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy. He actually picked up the machete at his feet and wanted to kill someone!
But in front of him was that face that was always majestic and grumpy.
The machete fell with a clang and he let go. Zhao Bing rubbed Laohua's eyes desperately, "Old commander... is it really you... I... am I really dead?"
Zhao Bing still firmly believes that he will only see the old commander again if he dies.
"Damn it, live a good life for me. I'm 20 years older than you and you're still strong. Damn it, you're so promising!" The old man exploded naturally. If it weren't for Zhao Bing's gesture in the car,
A severe kick is inevitable.
Zhao Bing finally believed the reality. He saw the old army commander alive. The old army commander was still the same old army commander, tall and majestic with a bad temper. His tears began to flow down the old face with deep grooves.
"Old commander... you... why are you here... I... I didn't expect to see you alive..."
But the old man had already turned away from him and said, "You are crying like a girl. You cried and moaned when your trumpet was pierced by a bullet. Damn it, lead the way and camp at your house tonight!"
Zhao Bing was stunned for a moment, then he straightened up and saluted, "Yes, chief, resolutely complete the mission!"
At this moment, young Tang Lin is not in the car, but checking the condition of the car under the car. This time belongs to the old man and Zhao Bing, and he will not go in to disturb them!