Several successive autumn rains have made the entire Jiangnan area cold and damp, and a few lonely gray tiled houses stand quietly in the early morning fog and have not yet woken up, and the cold autumn wind swept through the windows with big holes and whimpered, and the cold air was pressing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

More than a dozen gray-clad soldiers were lying or curled up asleep on the ground covered with reeds, their gray uniforms were no longer recognizable, and the fierce battles were covered with dirt and smoke left by the smoke, and the fire in the center of the room was about to burn out, only half of the wood was still smoking.

The cold wind poured into the room through the broken window, and the elder sat up from the reed stalks, wrapped his thin clothes, and dug the fire that was about to burn out, and came to him to warm himself up, he listened to the whining wind outside, took out the dry cigarette in his pocket, rolled it into the polished and shiny smoking gun, stretched it into the fire, lit it, and smashed it and smoked it.

The smoke gradually enveloped the wrinkled face of the old smoking gun, his face was full of sadness, the old smoking gun was named Zhou Fugui, the position was company commander, because a dry smoking gun never left his body, so he got the nickname of "old smoking gun", although he was in the golden age of forty years old, but the rickety body looked like a sixty or seventy-year-old old man.

The old smoking gun has been in the army for more than ten years, and over the years he has fought with warlords and bandits, and more than ten scars and gun scars on his body are his best merits, according to his age, he should have left the army and gone home to marry a daughter-in-law to live a good life.

But every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and the old smoker knows that he can't know how to craft and has no culture, plus the pain left by years of fighting, if he leaves the army, he will definitely not survive, so he has become a veteran in the army, and he has to live a muddy life.

There is no worry about food and clothing in the army, coupled with the old smoking gun's more than ten years of military experience, he is also an old qualification in the entire regiment, and he is also very nourishing on weekdays, but now the strong sense of crisis makes the old smoking gun restless.

A few days ago, when the old smoking gun was guarding the Wusong Fort, his head was cut by the flying shrapnel, and the blood that seeped out of the white gauze wrapped in the wound had coagulated into a dark red blood clot, but fortunately he was still alive, looking at the wet fields outside the house, the old smoking gun's heart was empty, and he didn't know if he would have such luck next time.

In the past, the troops he belonged to fought with warlords and bandits, and the strength of both sides was about the same or their strength was superior, he liked to fight at that time, after all, every time he won a lot, there were many captures, and then he was not happy to exchange money for drinking wine and eating meat, but since the troops were drawn to the Songhu battlefield, the old smoking gun felt his eyelids jumping, and his heart was very uneasy.

The first battle of their 61st Division after arriving at the battlefield was to defend the Wusong Fort, but it was from here that the nightmare began, which was the most humiliating battle since the old smoker became a soldier, and it also made him truly realize what war is.

The devils did not directly launch a charge like the opponents of the old smoking guns in the past, but first attacked their position with a heavy bombardment of naval guns, and then the planes of the air force carried out non-stop bombardment, and the entire position was as if it had been plowed over.

When the black-pressed devil began to attack with a bright bayonet, the entire defense line was already shattered, the trenches were almost bombarded to the ground, and the position lasted less than two hours before it was declared to have fallen.

The old smoker remembered his familiar brothers again, who were blown apart by the devil's cannon, and there was not even a whole corpse left, and his expression was a little gloomy when he thought of this.

The smoke in the smoke gun had burned out, he knocked the ashes inside, then stood up on his waist again, walked up to a sleeping remnant soldier and woke up with his foot: "Black baby, go to change the guard." ”

The old smoking gun is a veteran oilman, and he has learned a lot of life-saving things in the army over the years, and it has become his habit to arrange sentry posts whenever and wherever he is, because this good habit has allowed him to escape death several times.

Heiwazi was only sixteen years old, enlisted in the army for less than half a year, because of malnutrition, his development was slow, and he was not even as tall as a rifle when he stood up, but he was lucky to survive this time, because of his young age and weak temperament, his status in the entire company was also the lowest.

"What are you doing with your grinding, do you want to be beaten again?" Seeing the black baby sitting there in a daze with his sleepy eyes, the old smoking gun threw a dilapidated Hanyangzao over, urging him dissatisfiedly.

When Hei Wazi heard the beating, he suddenly sobered up a lot, and hurriedly got up from the ground and walked out of the house with Hanyangzao, whose rifling had been smoothed, ready to replace the other remnant soldier standing guard.

The cold autumn wind made the black baby shiver all over, and he tightened the wide gray clothes on his body, and then walked on the wet mud road towards the small gentle slope, and in the hazy mist, the figure of a sentry with a gun in his hand appeared.

The tattered shoes made a clattering sound in the mud, and the cold and sleepy body of the black baby moved with difficulty, since yesterday he had not touched his teeth, and he was already hungry at the moment, and he felt that his head was a little dizzy.

The black baby was getting closer and closer to the gentle slope, he could already see the sentry shivering in the cold wind, and he was about to say hello when suddenly he saw a black shadow suddenly leap up from the side of the gentle slope and pounce towards the sentry.

The black baby thought that he was dazzled, wiped his eyes and looked at it again, and when he saw that the sentry had been thrown to the ground by the black shadow, he watched a snow-bright bayonet pierce the sentinel's body, his mouth was big, and he was shocked by the scene in front of him and was speechless.

When the devil in the khaki uniform and the steel helmet pulled out the bloody bayonet from the sentinel's body, Heiwa reacted and saw clearly that this was the devil soldier who had been chasing behind their butts, his immature face was full of fear, and he turned around and ran away, perhaps because he was too quick to turn around, and fell into the mud and gnawed his mouth full of mud.

The platoon commander Luo Dayong and a few remnants of the soldiers nested in a house near the gentle slope, and were woken up by the screams of the black baby, and turned over again with a dissatisfied curse, ready to sleep for a while.

"Smack!"

The crisp gunfire broke the silence of the early morning, and Luo Dayong, who had just squinted, sat up with an angry face and yelled outside the house: "Black baby, you fucking don't let people sleep!" ”