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There was a sound of snoring in a trench on the flank, and the soldiers who had been chased by the devils in the past few days were finally able to sleep for a while, and one soldier was still talking in his sleep, shouting "killing" and killing.

At this moment, a man walked up to him lightly, kicked him lightly with his foot, and the soldier rolled over on the wet ground, and at last stopped talking in his sleep, and fell into a deep sleep.

The person who kicked him was Huo Xiaoshan.

Everyone was too tired, and Huo Xiaoshan was also tired, so he asked everyone to sleep well and be a secret sentinel himself.

Another outpost was set up on the other side of the flank position, which was Shen Chong.

Huo Xiaoshan saw that the soldier finally stopped shouting, so he climbed out of the trench by himself, groped his way to the slope under the position, walked about seventy or eighty meters, and finally sat down cross-legged on a stone with a fairly flat surface.

Since being chased by the devil, Huo Xiaoshan has not chanted Buddha for several days, although his body has been very tired after the battle in the past few days, but for him, chanting Buddha has become an instinct, and he only needs to recite it for a while if he wants to work hard.

Faith is really a strange thing, once it is difficult to change the faith, those who believe in Buddhism firmly believe in Buddhism, just as those who do not believe in Buddhism resolutely do not believe.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south......" Huo Xiaoshan's lips moved slightly, his heart, eyes and ears listened, but he didn't make a sound. This method of chanting Buddha is called Vajraji, which is very easy to absorb distracting thoughts and is the most nourishing qi.

At the beginning, Huo Xiaoshan still had these few days in his mind, and the pictures or thoughts of fighting with the devil popped up from time to time, he did not deliberately forget or suppress these thoughts, but whenever a thought arose, he dispelled it with a Buddha name, and some of the chaotic or strange thoughts were slowly replaced by the Buddha name that was silently recited.

In December, the night in Nanjing was already very cold, although it was not frozen, but it was already cold, but this kind of coolness did not matter to Huo Xiaoshan, after all, since he was a child in the snow bath, his ability to resist cold is very strong.

When he first started chanting Buddha, Huo Xiaoshan seemed to smell a trace of blood that diffused in the air, although it was invisible, but could be felt, it was the smell of the battlefield.

But when he recites the Buddha to the depths, he finally returns to the original state when he recited the Buddha, "When he contemplates the Bodhisattva of Freedom and walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that all the five rays are empty, and he overcomes all suffering...... Therefore, there is no color in the air, there is no thought and action, there is no color, there is no sound, fragrance and touch, there is no vision, and even there is no unconscious world, there is no nameless, and there is no nameless..."

Unconsciously, Huo Xiaoshan, who still had a trace of lucid consciousness, felt that he had fallen asleep and dreamed by himself.

He dreamed of the small mountain village where he lived when he was a child in his hometown in the northeast, and dreamed of his mother and son and a bearded man looking at a baby in swaddling clothes. (This bearded man should be his father Huo Yuan, but what kind of beard did he have)

He dreamed that his mother was sewing pants under the candlelight, and there was a scratched triangle on the pants, and his mother was sewing them carefully, and sometimes she would raise her hand and tease a strand of broken hair in front of her smooth forehead (he was naughty again, and he and Erhuzi Ga Beanzi went to climb a tree)

He also dreamed that his mother and son were running in the snow, and there were a few short men in yellow uniforms chasing after him (he was about to shout at his mother to be careful) He saw a big man with long arms and legs who killed the short man behind him with a box cannon (this big man seems to know him, where did he go, why can't I find it)

He also dreamed that his mother and son were sitting on an old and high mountain rock, blowing a pipe flute, that song he had learned, called Su Wu Shepherd, the big man had never heard of it, and asked himself who Su Wu was from, (that big man is really a mountain cannon!) ）

He also dreamed that his mother's son and daughter flew up, wearing a crimson sea blue, stepping on a golden lotus flower under his feet, and the auspicious clouds in front of him, flying towards a golden world, he faintly saw the lotus flowers in that world, the golden light was shining, Qiongge Yushu, unspeakable (Mother, wait for me, I will also go, Mother, why don't you wait for me?!) ）

Huo Xiaoshan in the dream was in a hurry, he was so anxious that he woke up all of a sudden.

The dream was so clear, as if the beautiful and kind smiling face of the mother and son looking at herself was right in front of her.

Huo Xiaoshan stretched out his hands and rubbed his cheeks vigorously before he was sure that he was dreaming just now.

Huo Xiaoshan secretly screamed ashamed, fortunately the Japanese army did not take advantage of the darkness to touch him, otherwise he would be too unqualified as a sentry.

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, collected his mood, and walked towards the flank position on the slope.

When the first hint of fish belly white appeared in the eastern sky, Huo Xiaoshan was already sitting behind the ruins of a hidden fortification with all the soldiers.

The seven people were talking a lot, and there was no other reason, because Huo Xiaoshan told them that they needed to make a choice to break through or retreat to Nanjing.

The soldiers had been discussing for a while, but they were still at odds with each other.

In fact, this situation is also expected by Huo Xiaoshan, most of the Chinese soldiers nowadays have no culture, nor do they have too many personal opinions, the national is weak, and it is not only the body that wins the weak, but also the spirit.

If this company had not appeared without the appearance of Ma Liancai and Huo Xiaoshan, under the blows of the Japanese army, it was very likely that they would have fallen apart like many officers and soldiers who had retreated, or they would have become stragglers in groups of three or five, and it was unknown to the village, so it was normal for them to not be able to discuss what the result was.

"Then, Huo Xiaoshan, are you going to break through or go back to Nanjing?" At this time, a soldier asked Huo Xiaoshan, this soldier was the soldier who counted how many devils Huo Xiaoshan had killed when he fought a positional battle for the first time.

"Naturally, it's back to Nanjing!" Huo Xiaoshan said in a firm tone: "My mother is still in Nanjing City. ”

Huo Xiaoshan saw that everyone was quiet, so he added: "I have to remind you that if you break through, you still have a chance to live."

Although the Japanese army is encircling Nanjing, we are still dozens of miles away from Nanjing, so there may still be gaps in the encirclement of the Japanese army, which may not be strict enough or thick enough, and you should be able to get out.

If you go back to Nanjing, there is basically hope for life...... I had promised Lao Ma to take out a lot of the ones alive, and if it weren't for my mother, I would definitely choose to break through rather than retreat. ”

Huo Xiaoshan didn't say any more, but everyone understood, because Huo Xiaoshan had already told them about the situation of no boats in the Nanjing Chengjiang without reservation.

The Yangtze River became a double-edged sword at this time, on the one hand, it temporarily cut off the footsteps of the invaders, and on the other hand, it also made the hope of the temporarily retreating troops crossing the river slim.

"I'll follow you, I'll go wherever you go!" The little soldier said with unusually firmness.

"I'm basically dead." Huo Xiaoshan directly asserted.

Because he understood that with the superior firepower of the Japanese army, their hope of survival was close to zero.

"Then I'll follow you too, if it weren't for you and the company commander, I would have died several times, and at least I could continue to fight devils with you." This little soldier Gazi does not compromise.

"I'll go with you too!"

"I'll come with me too!"

Five soldiers stood up excitedly and made a statement.

Because the words spoken by the little soldier Gazi represent their hearts.

Although they were also afraid of death, they knew that since they followed Ma Liancai and Huo Xiaoshan, the number of devils killed had far exceeded the number of their company, although this number was only a drop in the bucket in the entire invading Japanese army.

Huo Xiaoshan couldn't help but be moved when he looked at the familiar faces of these soldiers.

He was moved not only because they chose to go with him and trust him, but because in the answers of these soldiers, he felt a kind of bloodiness, a kind of soldier's bloodiness.

It turned out that after a few battles, the veterans had a sense of honor, and the recruits were no longer the same ordinary people.

"That...... Big brother, what about you? Little soldier Gazi noticed that as a veteran, the dung ball did not stand up and make a statement.

It's just that he just called a dung word but immediately thought of the majesty of the veteran, and hurriedly changed his name to the eldest brother, but at this time no one laughed at him.

Little Soldier Gazi's question suddenly turned everyone's attention to the dung ball that was still sitting there motionless.

The dung ball was picking at his ears with the tips of his dirty little fingers, and when he saw that everyone was looking at him, he slowly stood up dissatisfied and said, "Me? I'll go with the flow. ”

"Damn, I now know why the old horse likes to beat you, you just look like you don't beat you." Shen Chong, who was beside him, stretched out his hand and punched the dung ball, and everyone laughed.

"Okay, Chief Huo Xiaoshan ordered all the personnel to have it, pack up their weapons, and prepare to go!" Without waiting for Huo Xiaoshan's order, the dung ball who has always liked to be the commander's herald ordered.

Everyone laughed again, but the order was still carried out, because in this team, although no one gave Huo Xiaoshan an official, he had already deservedly corrected the leader of these eight people, no, nine, plus Shen Chong who came back.

In the unfinished laughter, everyone picked up their weapons and walked down the hillside, Shen Chong, who was walking in front, took a few steps forward, and when he saw that Huo Xiaoshan didn't follow, he shouted: "Let's go, don't rub it off, go save your mother!" ”

There is no echo in the back.

Shen Chong turned his head and shouted again, but he saw Huo Xiaoshan, who was walking at the back, froze and looked at the sky in front of him in a daze, that is, the direction of Nanjing.

"What's wrong, Xiaoshanzi?" Shen Chong asked in surprise, while also looking back at the sky.

The sky has not yet brightened, the sun has not yet risen, the sky should still be hazy, the sky is extraordinarily bright, no, everyone knows, the dawn starts from the east, Nanjing is in the northwest of Longshou Mountain, why is it so bright first, this time it is not only Shen Chong, but all the soldiers who walked in front also found something strange, and they all raised their heads in unison to look in the northwest direction.

And in Huo Xiaoshan's eyes at this time, is it just dawn?

He clearly saw a huge golden lotus rising from the top of Nanjing City, all of which had surpassed ordinary people's cognition and transcended time and space.

There are also many small bright spots flying like meteors above Nanjing City, which are the trajectories of bullets and cannonballs, but the light points cannot touch the brilliant golden lotus, as if they are two parallel time and space.

Huo Xiaoshan felt as if he was standing under the city of Nanjing at this time, the golden lotus flower was so brilliant and huge, like the golden mountain towering out of the sea, and the Sanskrit singing was so special and solemn that people forgot their ego.

"Mother, is that you?" Huo Xiaoshan muttered.

In a flash of thought, Huo Xiaoshan really saw his mother and son standing on top of the lotus.

The originally beautiful and loving Rong is very special at this time.

That smile couldn't help but remind him of what he saw when Buddha Qi was looking for his mother, and Shakyamuni Buddha was also smiling when he was looking for his mother.

There is an absolute compassion in that smile that cannot be expressed in words, and that smile transcends war and peace, killing and friendliness, robbery and almsgiving, private and public, prosperity and loneliness, suffering and happiness, utilitarianism and indifference...... Those things that are like mountains and seas in front of the world, and things that are as incompatible as the tip of the needle to the wheat and mang, do not cause the slightest stagnation to this smile!

The Sanskrit sound gradually sang farther and farther away, and the lotus flower floated to the west, all the way to the auspicious clouds, and finally disappeared, and at this time the sky was dark.

The stunned soldiers finally woke up from their strange situation

"I saw a lotus flower of the boss!"

"I saw clouds of red, yellow, blue, and green!"

"I heard the monk chanting!"

……

Everyone sees and hears a lot of things, but they all think they've seen something incredible.

"Xiaoshanzi, what did you see?" When the dung ball turned around and asked Huo Xiaoshan, he was stunned.

I saw that at this time, Huo Xiaoshan's expression was solemnly facing the west, his eyes were mixed with too many things, which were incomprehensible to the dung ball, and Huo Xiaoshan's eyes were sad, blessed, reluctant and solemn.

At this time, Huo Xiaoshan had only one thought in his mind: "My mother has died!" (To be continued.) )