The War of Resistance

September 17, 20, was an ordinary day for the Northeast Army of Fengtian North Camp.

Even though the guns are locked in the warehouse, the military is always going to fuck.

The sound of soldiers shouting and running and officers lecturing were constantly heard on the playground.

The morning passed quickly.

After eating at noon, everyone went back to the barracks to rest. At this time, the people in the second row and the second row were laughing at the kang head next to the door of the Datong shop.

The person they were looking at was of course Shang Zhen, and now Shang Zhen had become the laughing point of all of them.

Although under the strict order of the platoon leader Wang Laomao, Lu Dazuo was sitting with his shoes on, but many people still smelled the indistinct smell of drunkenness in the air.

With such a smell, it was hard for them to imagine what it would be like for Shang Zhen to be stuffed with that sock last night.

"Don't look thin, but you have a good appetite!" Said a soldier who was walking in, looking at Shang Zhen who was sitting cross-legged on the kang.

Shang Zhen looked up at him with a bitter face and said nothing.

He's a rookie, he has no desire to talk to veterans.

Because his third brother Li Fushun had already enlightened him.

If you want to eat this meal honestly, you must be obedient.

You just had a stinky sock stuffed into your mouth by them, and you didn't suffer any physical injuries, so you have to bear it.

The soldier who had just entered the room in front of him laughed at Shang Zhen, which was implying how stinky Lu Dazu's stinky socks were!

And not only did you not spit it out, but you also ate so much at noon today!

Seeing Shang Zhen staring at him but not speaking, the soldier felt ashamed and said angrily, "Look at your cowardice (sǎi), your face is twitching like a shoehorn, who are you giving embarrassment to?"

The soldier trembled when he said Shang Zhen.

But just when the soldier was about to show off his prestige and wanted to grab Shang Zhen's ear, his ear was already grabbed by someone else's big hand.

"Get out of here! Are you playing tricks on my brother?" A voice rang in the soldier's ear, it was Li Fushun who had returned.

Li Fushun is a veteran and a squad leader.

When he was sleeping last night, it was Wang Laomao, the platoon leader, who was talking about rectifying Shang Zhen, so he didn't say a word.

But he can save face for Mr. Wang, and who is this soldier?

The soldier naturally knew about Li Fushun's relationship with Shang Zhen, and he was annoyed when he turned around and saw that it was Li Fushun, and hurriedly followed Li Fushun's words and said "OK".

Li Fushun let go, and the soldier covered his ears and went into the house in a despondent manner.

"Xiaoer, what did you dream about last night?" Li Fushun sat cross-legged on the kang and asked Shang Zhen.

Seeing Li Fushun's concerned expression, Shang Zhen felt safe and replied in a low voice: "Gun."

"Oh." Li Fushun suddenly realized.

This was Shang Zhen's third day in the barracks.

On his first day in the barracks, before all of them had their guns taken away, one soldier went off while fiddling with it.

Fortunately, no one was injured when the gun went off.

Unfortunately, the head of the German blackback being led was pierced by the bullet, and then the bullet pierced a copper-colored bugle worn by a bugler around his waist .

That black-backed dog was their leader's favorite and the only dog ​​in their station. The bullet almost hurt someone. The leader was so angry that he personally stepped forward and gave the soldier who escaped the fire a big slap on the ear, and then shut him down. confinement.

And when the gun went off, Shang Zhen happened to be next to the black back.

Li Fushun was there at the time, and saw Shang Zhen tremble for a while, wondering if Shang Zhen was frightened by the shot.

"I remember you weren't so timid?" Li Fushun said.

It's just that Shang Zhen wasn't answering the call, as if he was recalling the power of that shot.

Li Fushun joined the army when he was fifteen years old.

Shang Zhen's family is two brothers, and Li Fushun was picked up by Shang Zhen's parents as a righteous brother. There is a two-year age difference between the three, but Li Fushun is the oldest.

Li Fushun remembered that when he left home, Shang Zhen was still a naughty boy, he went up trees to touch birds, went down rivers to catch fish, and there was no time for rest.

Li Fushun is twenty-two this year, and Shang Zhen is eighteen.

It was only when Li Fushun returned to his home in the suburbs of Fengtian a few days ago that his mother, Shang Zhen's own mother, told him to take Xiao Er away, so he brought Shang Zhen out to serve as a soldier.

Li Fushun has been serving as a soldier outside these years, and his impression of Shang Zhen is only that of Shang Zhen when he was a teenager.

But how could he have thought that Shang Zhen's courage would become so small?

Now he regretted bringing Shang Zhen out.

If Shang Zhen made some mistakes because of his timidity, how could he be worthy of his mother?

As for how to explain to my mother, I don't need to say any more, because my mother is already seriously ill, and it would be good if I can survive this winter.

Shang Zhen's eldest brother has already married, and without his father and mother, Shang Zhen has nothing to rely on, which is why his mother asked him to bring Shang Zhen out.

Li Fushun's idea is undoubtedly good, but seeing Shang Zhen's timid and fearful appearance now, he can only shake his head helplessly.

Li Fushun lay down on the kang, he was going to rest for a while.

At this time, Shang Zhen, who was called a stick by everyone and looked down upon, reappeared in the mind of the German black shell that was beaten to death.

At the bang of the gunshot, he saw a hole in the head of the big wolfhound, and then white brains and red blood splashed out.

And it was this scene that made Shang Zhen's head "hum" at that time.

At that moment, he seemed to see several people in ancient costumes falling down one after another in front of him.

Blood spattered from the backs of those people, and he saw them twitching under his feet!

At this moment, he felt as if his heart had been stabbed severely by a sharp needle.

He felt the heart-wrenching pain and the inescapable fear of firearms!

Shang Zhen is already eighteen years old this year, so of course he is not young, he has already married a wife and had children at the age of eighteen.

Just as Li Fushun thought, he was not timid since childhood.

But at the age of 17, he felt that his mind had become a field of crops.

Why do you say that? Because he found that there were "seeds" sprouting in his mind!

He always dreamed of dead people, those dead people wearing ancient clothes, and felt the pain from the bones at the same time.

Some inexplicable ancient nouns often pop up in his mind. For example, when he sees matches, he thinks of Huozhangzi. When he sees a compound, he thinks of mansions.

And that's all, and from time to time, some strange words will come out of his mind.

Sometimes when he said it carelessly, his mother and his elder brother would look at it with astonishing eyes, as if he was speaking from another world.

He couldn't sleep well at night, and the dream was mixed with reality again, so that his thinking became confused.

A person whose thinking is a little confused and has become timid and timid naturally can't think of a clue.

Soon after the lunch break, the afternoon training began, and the afternoon training also passed, and it was dark again in a blink of an eye.

When the light of the electric lights illuminated the barracks again, Wang Laomao, the platoon leader of the second company and second row, looked at Shang Zhen again with malicious intentions.

"I promise not to shout tonight." Shang Zhen said timidly.

Shang Zhen has become timid and fearful now, but that doesn't mean he is stupid.

The pair of smelly socks last night really made him unforgettable!

So at this time, he who was eager to express his opinion directly took out a cloth note under the eyes of everyone.

Shang Zhen's behavior was so strange that everyone looked at him from malicious to curious, what is this kid going to do?

And the answer appeared immediately, because Shang Zhen consciously strangled the cloth strip around his mouth and tied it on the back!

With a sound of "coax", the whole room burst into laughter.