In the early morning, the mist that has not yet dispersed shrouded all directions, and the entire Fuyun seemed to be immersed in clouds.
Near the gas station, tired rescue workers shuttled back and forth in the fog, having no time to care about their clothes being wet by the fog.
The roar of the engine was faintly heard in the distance, but no one took a second glance. After a while, an armored vehicle without a machine gun on the roof stopped at the edge of the battlefield. The back door opened with a creak. Long Jianguo, who had not slept all night, stepped out of the vehicle with red eyes.
He walked down and took a breath of the foggy air. A mixture of water vapor, blood smell, gun smoke and burning smell immediately penetrated Long Jianguo's nostrils.
Although he was not used to the excessive smell in the air, Long Jianguo took a few deep breaths greedily. The cool air made his whole body more energetic. He stretched his arms a few more times to stretch his stiff body, and the fatigue all over his body seemed to disappear.
Most of the time, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.
Several armored vehicles were parked nearby. When the sentry on duty saw Long Jianguo, he quickly stood at attention and saluted.
Long Jianguo waved his hand: "Where is 012?"
The sentry hesitated for a moment, looked back at the armored vehicles parked everywhere, and looked troubled.
"Batalion Commander, I'm going to find you now."
"No need." Long Jianguo refused, "You go on, I'll go on my own."
"yes!"
There were a group of armored vehicles on the left and right. In the mist, no matter how good your eyes were, you couldn't see the numbers on the armored vehicles clearly. Long Jianguo led the radio soldiers carrying radios from the west side of the battlefield to the east side of the gas station.
, only to find armored vehicle No. 012 in an inconspicuous corner.
Long Jianguo chuckled: "This kid is pretty good at hiding." After that, he got closer and patted the roof of the car while walking towards the back of the car. The banging sound immediately woke up several people in the car.
"Who?" Ye Han, who was still awake, asked loudly.
His voice was too loud, the sleeping boy looked aggrieved, and the girl who had just woken up glared dissatisfiedly.
"Me!" Long Jianguo roared, and his roar spread far away in the still quiet morning, attracting many strange looks.
Long Jianguo, who was driving to the back of the car, opened the rear door and wanted to get into the car. Unexpectedly, before he even lifted his feet, he met the girl's beautiful eyes that widened in surprise.
Long Jianguo was instantly petrified. He looked at the girl in the sleeping bag and the boy in her arms, and then looked up at Ye Han deep in the carriage. His eyes were blank: "What is going on?"
The golden car hides the beauty? Are you kidding? There are several people in the car!
Ye Han yawned: "I rescued him yesterday." He walked towards the back of the car.
The space in the car was narrow. The girl and the boy were lying on the ground, taking up a lot of space. Ye Han had to be careful with every step to avoid stepping on the two people on the ground.
However, he accidentally stepped over the girl's lap, which immediately aroused the girl's strong dissatisfaction and stared at Ye Han's back like sharp arrows.
Ye Han was unaware of the girl's anger and closed the car door, immediately cutting off the girl's sight.
Long Jianguo looked up and down at Ye Han several times with a half-smile but not a smile: "Can't you tell? You're pretty good at saving people. You're not a gimmick, are you?"
Ye Han was startled, and after thinking for a while, he understood what Long Jianguo meant. He didn't even laugh or cry: "What are you thinking? This is a blind act. I just want to pick, and someone on the street has to let me pick, right? No, hehe
Is this why you don't let me sleep so early in the morning?"
Probably because Long Jianguo pulled Ye Han into the army, the relationship between Ye Han and Long Jianguo is a bit strange. They are not like ordinary superiors and subordinates, but like friends who fell in love at first sight. However, both of them have clear distinctions between public and private affairs, and they never
They are all meticulous, but in private they are very casual.
"Bullshit, how is that possible!" Long Jianguo took out a pack of cigarettes and gestured to Ye Han, "Here's one."
Ye Han hesitated for a moment, twisted one and held it between his fingers, lit it and took a puff carefully. He choked and coughed repeatedly. The trachea in his lungs felt like a clogged sewer. He had never felt his own blood so clearly.
Where is the trachea?
Seeing Ye Han's embarrassment, Long Jianguo laughed and asked without sympathy: "First time?"
Ye Han frowned and looked at the remaining half of the cigarette: "I really don't understand what's so good about smoking this thing!"
"You'll understand after you smoke it a few more times," Long Jianguo said, taking a hard puff.
"Forget it, I'd rather not understand." Ye Han thanked her.
Long Jianguo blew out a smoke ring: "Are you tired?
Ye Han took another sip and coughed a few more times, but this time he felt much better, and even his fatigue seemed to be lessened: "It's not bad, I finally got over it, and I'm much better than them."
His eyes fell on the five neatly arranged body bags beside him.
Not long ago, the headquarters sent an entire company of reservists to collect the remains of the victims. Although most of the reservists were former active-duty officers and soldiers, many people still lost control of their emotions in the face of such a tragic battlefield.
Even the total number of people who can carry out convergence work is less than one platoon. After a series of ideological work, only two-thirds of the soldiers can barely face the victims, and so far one-third is still wavering.
Those five body bags belonged to the crew of Armored Vehicle No. 122. In the battle last night, only five of them died in the entire battalion. Two of them died due to severe head impacts, and the other three suffered from excessive blood loss.
Long Jianguo puffed out a plume of smoke: "This is war."
"Yes, this is war." Ye Han brought the cigarette to his mouth, and the rising smoke swayed in front of his eyes.
War is always accompanied by blood and death. There are civilians and unyielding soldiers. The sacrifices may be ordinary or vigorous, but all the victims will eventually become just a name on the monument, or even
, I can’t even leave my name.
There was another violent cough, and Ye Han threw away the cigarette butt bitterly: "Forget it, I can't enjoy this thing."
Long Jianguo forced a smile: "It's better not to smoke, so as not to be like me and struggle to quit."
The mist dispersed slightly, and the scene in the distance became clearer. The low roar of the engine penetrated the mist. Ye Han couldn't help but be startled: "What is it?"
The engine roar in the distance was low and powerful. It was obviously a diesel engine, but the sound didn't sound like the equipment in the camp.
Long Jianguo said: "A bulldozer, or an excavator, anyway, it's construction machinery. The headquarters brought here to transport the corpse...the cockroach corpse."
"Oh!" Ye Han nodded and looked around, "In our whole night, we killed as many as eight hundred cockroaches if not a thousand, right?"
"Preliminary statistics, one thousand and ten points, just a lot more."
Ye Han's eyes lit up: "So many? Kill all the cockroaches quickly, right?" Fuyun is only a little bit big, how can it grow if the sewers are full?
