I Know You're Not Afraid of Death, That's Why I'm Afraid You'll Die
"Do you know that every night when you practice raising a gun here, there is also a gun aimed at your head?”
Company Commander Liu Hongen's voice came from behind Zhang Mufeng.
Zhang Mufeng put down the wooden spear in his hand and stretched his numb shoulders. He nodded and replied,
"I know!"
"You know about it?"
Company Commander Liu Hongen was shocked.
Zhang Mufeng pointed at the hill opposite him and said.
"There's a sniper on the opposite slope. I wave at him every day when I come up.”
"Our company should have a habit. No matter where we rest, other than the usual patrols and hidden posts, there will always be a sniper in charge of the final warning.”
Liu Hongen smiled and came to Zhang Mufeng's side, patting his shoulder in admiration.
"You're right."
"This is my habit. Every time I go to a place, I will let the best sniper in the company take turns to keep watch. This is the last line of defense for our Red Fourth Company.”
"But how did you know that the sniper was on the opposite slope?”
Zhang Mufeng said softly,
"Because you live below this hill, the sniper's alert should be centered around you.”
"Moreover, the hill opposite is the highest point of the village and the only place where you can see the entire village.”
Hearing Zhang Mufeng's answer, the admiration in Liu Hongen's eyes grew stronger and stronger.
"Hahaha! Good!"
"He's really a f * cking good soldier!”
"I didn't expect that I would pick up a treasure back then!”
Company commander Liu Hongen sat casually on the stone mill, lit a cigarette, and then took out something wrapped in oilcloth from his pocket and threw it to Zhang Mufeng.
"Your reward is half a chicken. How could he practice every night without eating meat?”
"In the future, every time the army eats, I'll ask the cooks to save a piece of fat meat for you. You can secretly take it yourself.”
"You have to eat more fat meat. It's so strong!”
Zhang Mufeng took the oilcloth bag thrown by the company commander. After opening it, he finished the half chicken in two or three bites. He also chewed the bones and swallowed them.
Liu Hongen was stunned and scolded him with a smile.
"F * ck, why do you eat meat like you're fighting a war?”
"I'm hungry."
Zhang Mufeng wiped the oil off his mouth and asked.
"Company commander, can you give me a gun now?"
Liu Hongen smiled and asked,
"I gave you a gun, what are you going to do?"
Zhang Mufeng said without thinking,
"I'm not afraid of death on the battlefield!”
When he was almost fifteen years old, he had become more determined and as tall as Liu Hongen.
When he left, he told Yanzi that he had killed 15 Japanese. It had been almost a year, but there were still 15.
Liu Hongen did not answer directly. Instead, he asked,
"This year, how many people did you see die in Red Four?”
Zhang Mufeng hesitated for a moment before answering loudly,
"Sixty-two. Forty-eight of them were snatched back and couldn't hold on.”
Liu Hongen slowly shook his head.
"That's not right."
"A total of 76 people died!"
Zhang Mufeng was confused, but he didn't refute. Instead, he stubbornly explained.
"Every time after a war, I count the bodies. I have a good memory."
He had a good memory, which meant that it was impossible for him to remember wrongly.
However, Company Commander Liu Hongen sighed and said with a faint smile in his eyes,
"The one you're counting is a person, while the one I'm counting is a person.”
Zhang Mufeng understood and fell silent.
Then, her eyes turned red.
"Alright, I'm going to sleep.”
Liu Hongen stood up from the stone mill and patted the dust off his butt. He was very carefree.
Zhang Mufeng's heart was heavy, but he suddenly found something heavy in his hand.
"Gun?"
He raised his head and looked at the smiling face of the captain.
" I'll give you this Browning," said Commander Liu Hongen." But it's out of bullets. I'll give you the bullets next time."”
"And you can't go to the battlefield for now. I know you're not afraid of death, so I'm afraid you'll die.”
"You have to live. With your life, if you don't kill a few hundred Japanese, it'll be a loss.”
Under the moonlight,
Zhang Mufeng looked at Liu Hongen, who was laughing as he left, and silently saluted.
In the 9th MR, many soldiers subconsciously saluted the young old marshal on the screen.
"So the old marshal's first gun was given to the regiment commander!”
"I'm so f * cking envious!"
"What are you envious of? Didn't our regiment commander give you his gun back then? Shameless!"
"Hehe!"
A few old generals argued in low voices, and suddenly someone reacted.
"What did the old marshal mean by 'you are counting, I am counting people'? Just how many people of the Red Fourth Company had sacrificed at that time!”
"I don't know! However, the Guild Leader should have understood.”
"Can you researchers and psychoanalysts tell me what's going on?”
However, the questions of the old generals were also their questions.
If it wasn't in that era, some things couldn't be analyzed at all!
But there was one person who knew.
"What did the old company commander mean by that? How many people did Red Four sacrifice?"
The heart of the nation circled around Zhang Mufeng's consciousness curiously.
Zhang Mufeng smiled, but then he felt a little sad.
"The old company commander was right, but I was wrong. 198 people died.”
"Because some soldiers were blown into pieces by artillery shells on the battlefield and turned into minced meat. Their bodies can't be picked up at all. That's why I counted wrongly."
"But the old company commander wouldn't. In his heart, he could recognize those soldiers even if they turned into dregs.”
"He counted the people and his soldiers, but I counted the bodies that could be found.”
"It's that simple."
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