In the jungle, mosquitoes as big as little thumbs kept flying around, and there was silence all around. Hu Fei looked around vigilantly, holding the 95th pose* in his hand, hunched over, walking slowly on the fallen leaves and dead branches.
The rotten leaves made a slight crunching sound under the leather boots, indicating that there might be an ambush in this terrain.
Hu Fei paused and waved his hand gently. The monkeys, scorpions, and pigs behind him each came up with ten people scattered around them. In the silent jungle, there was only the sound of "sand, sand, sand" footsteps, like winding lines.
The long and winding snake squirmed lightly in the jungle.
Hu Fei looked around vigilantly. Suddenly, there was a flash of light in the distance, and there was a heavy sniper. He immediately shouted through the headset: "Everyone, pay attention, twelve o'clock direction, monkeys, pigs, you cover, scorpion!"
As soon as his voice fell, gunshots suddenly rang out like exploding beans. One bullet after another shattered several tree trunks near him, and branches and leaves flew everywhere for a while: "What's going on, what's going on?
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"Company Commander, Xiao Liuzi stepped on several branches and exposed the location. Who knew that the stubborn terrorists were crawling fifty meters to our left!" Monkey reported hurriedly. The gunshots on his side were too loud.
His voice was almost lost in the sound of gunfire.
"Organize a counterattack on the spot, don't charge, wait for backup!" Hu Fei gave the decisive order, and then ordered other teams to outflank them.
He himself slowly bent forward along the gap between the big trees in a zigzag pattern. He had to kill the sniper. Once he was suppressed in this small ravine, as soon as he was suppressed by the opponent's firepower, he would think again.
It is very difficult to break out of the siege.
Something was wrong. A strong sense of danger surged into his heart. Hu Fei immediately rolled forward tactically and pulled the trigger in his hand. Just as his feet landed, a fire dragon spewed out from the muzzle of the gun.
There were screams from the bushes, and then bullets from the opposite side poured in like a torrential rain.
After firing a magazine, Hu Fei stepped hard, his whole body immediately dodged behind a big tree, and quickly put on the unit price, but suddenly there were bursts of heart-piercing pain in his chest. When he lowered his head, he could vaguely see the left chest.
A stream of blood was constantly pouring out.
Wiping the sweat on his forehead with his hand, Hu Fei twisted his neck, quickly exerted force with his left foot, crossed his right foot at the same time, and at the same time pressed the trigger hard with his finger, and the 95 in his hand once again sprayed out an angry fire dragon.
"Da, da, da"
The bullet shells exiting the gun fell like raindrops. Hu Fei moved quickly to prevent himself from being locked by the opponent's sniper. As long as they bought time, Scorpion and the others could dig out the sniper.
"Clang!"
There was a crisp sound in his ears, and Hu Fei's heart trembled. He was very familiar with this sound. It was the sound of a gun. He felt a sharp pain in his forehead, and then a biting coldness spread down his spine and spread throughout his body!
"Ah!" Hu Fei yelled and stood up. The sweat on his head fell like raindrops. His eyes were dark. He covered his face with both hands, and the sweat immediately flowed down the gaps between his fingers.
He stretched out his hand to open the curtains, and the street lights in the camp shone through the glass windows.
At dawn, it was time to leave. Hu Fei sighed, stretched out his hand to lift off the quilt, and got up to pack his luggage.
Two months ago, the director of the regiment's political office talked to him and said that his personal problems could be considered. Hu Fei knew that his mentality had changed a lot since the battle in the jungles of South Asia a few years ago.
The soldiers' demands have become more and more demanding, which has aroused the dissatisfaction of their superiors.
But how do those people who are above them know that on the battlefield, the more ability you have, the more chance of survival? How many people will really take the slogan of sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in wartime?
Go up? Who can feel the pain of watching your brothers fall one by one on the battlefield?
Only people like Hu Fei who have experienced battlefield killings will have a deep understanding, but these are a bit inappropriate in the eyes of some leaders!
It was time to go. Hu Fei straightened up and took a look at the dormitory. He didn't have many things. He had already mailed some things back two months ago. Today he only had a backpack.
Hu Fei slowly took off all the epaulettes and collars that the general had put on. From today on, he is no longer an officer of the Republic, but just a retired soldier who has transferred to another job and is waiting for assignment.
Reaching out to open the door, a gust of cold wind hit him. Hu Fei took a deep breath and strode out without looking back at the dormitory where he had stayed for two years.
The camp was very quiet in the early morning hours of winter. The strong wind whipped up the dead leaves on the ground and flew all over the sky. Hu Fei paused for a long time and decided to go to the flag-raising platform to take a look. It was there that he was announced as a second-class meritorious officer by the regiment's political department and became a soldier.
The youngest deputy battalion commander in the entire regiment!
He became the focus of attention of the entire regiment, but no one thought of those people whose bones were forever buried in a foreign country, those brothers who died heroically in southern Xinjiang, and the brother who helped him take bullets!
The cold wind was biting and the blood-red five-star red flag was blowing loudly.
Hu Fei stood under the flagpole for a long time. After a long time, he slowly raised his hand and gave a solemn military salute. Although he no longer had his epaulettes or collar, his military posture was still solemn and the military salute was still as standard as before!
Under the eaves of the barracks where soldiers lived in the distance, several non-commissioned officers in crisp military uniforms stood neatly in a row. The leader, a third-level non-commissioned officer, shouted in a low voice: "Salute to the deputy battalion commander!"
"Shua!" sounded, the five right hands saluted in unison, and five pairs of shining eyes followed Hu Fei's gradually blurring figure away.
These five non-commissioned officers are Hu Fei's fellow Jiangnan fellows. What's even more rare is that the five of them and Hu Fei are all from Yongzhou City, Jiangnan Province.
"Squad leader, why did the deputy battalion commander leave so secretly?" A childish first-level noncommissioned officer asked with some confusion. The leading third-level noncommissioned officer glared at him: "You know what the hell, the battalion commander doesn't want to feel sad.
, our battalion ranks first in the whole regiment competition every year, and it’s not our deputy battalion commander who relies on it, do you think he is willing to leave?"
"Can the deputy battalion commander not leave?" Another first-level sergeant was also a little confused. The third-level sergeant sighed: "Some things are not ours to decide. Remember what the battalion commander often said, it's going to rain.
If my mother wants to get married, let him do it!"
Hu Fei didn't know that his intention was discovered by a fellow villager and former subordinate. At this moment, he had walked out of the camp and walked forward silently under the salute of the sentry.