Chapter 1170

Gu Zheng left only such a thing for him to thank the people.

In his lifetime when Xie Weimin can still walk, as long as he goes to Shaoshan, he will take Gu Zheng's share until he returns to the yellow spring and meets his old brothers again.

Xie Weimin sighed at the thought of here.

Gu Zheng's last request in life... Is too light, too light, from the feeling of a fellow townsman who once came from a place to the friendship of conscripts, plus the fate of comrades in arms who have gathered together for many years.

Xie Weimin and he Mo are lucky to know and become close friends with a good soldier like him.

Compared with he Mo, who is now lying in the cold cemetery, he is the luckier one.

Yes, speaking of it, he Mo, who has no face and skin, is closer to Gu Zheng.

Unfortunately, the man with excessive consumption left too early.

Xie Weimin thought that there was a meal under his feet. He stood down in front of a clean tombstone at the innermost end of the martyr cemetery.

Here we are

The tombstone belonging to he Mo is here.

This granite is carved and inlaid with black and white. The people in the old photos smile so brightly.

Xie Weimin, he is old. The person in the picture is still so young.

As if he had just met Gu Zheng on the train, he was publicity and carefree, full of vitality that Xie Weimin had never had before.

But even if such a person is assigned to the safest propaganda organ, his heart belonging to the military has never changed.

His kindness and seriousness are buried in his bones.

Sometimes Xie Weimin suddenly feels that he Mo even wants to be a soldier more than Gu Zheng.

Probably because of this, he will take the initiative to ask for the interview task of the front-line battlefield of Shaoshan?

After all, as a newcomer who has just been assigned to the organs and troops and is still familiar with his work, such a dangerous task will not be assigned to him.

It is this fearless spirit that makes he mo the first of them to leave.

These bloody black monkeys did not even care about the safety of the people in their own country. They buried one mine after another in the depths of the dense forest and between the plains and wilderness.

He Mo was buried in that dense forest and left his life in the best years forever.

What a pity?

What a pity!

Is it worth it?

……

The worthlessness of thousands of people can not replace the will of he Mo alone.

Presumably, he did.

……

"Wow!"

Xie Weimin skillfully stacked the sacrifices in a row. Silent, he nagged at he Mo's tombstone for a long time as if he had been infected by the owner of the tombstone.

"You can't buy your favorite big front door now."

"As you know, I don't smoke either. I go to the tobacco, wine, sugar and tea shop next to the military region every year when I see you."

"I brought the South cigarette we used to smoke in the southwest, but the quality is much better than your big front door."

"The times have really changed. The best cigarette you once thought has now become a thing of the past."

"The only thing that hasn't changed is your face that will never grow old..."

Speaking of Xie Weimin here, he awkwardly opened the cigarette box in his hand and lit three snow-white cigarettes with his lighter.

He took out a small incense burner from his arms, filled a handful of loess floating on the surface around the tombstone, and sent the three cigarette rights as three incense sticks to the bottom of he Mo's photo.

"Be aggrieved. This is not a tomb sweeping place in the countryside. Let alone that the house and car can't burn, it's paper money and Yuan Bao."

"If you're really poor at the bottom, you can't go on. Go and be a soldier at the bottom of hell. Maybe you can do better than you at the top."

It is also said that Xie Wei Min is also amused by his jokes. After pulling out a bottle of Baijiu stopper in a paper bag, he poured the wine into a simple paper cup and poured more than half of the cup. He did not like the other grave sweepers, but put the drink before the tombstone, instead, he took the cup himself and took a bite.

"Ah, it's delicious. This wine is suitable for you. Even if you are picky, you can't say it's bad."

"Gu Zheng specially gave it to me. Let me transfer it to you. Have a drink. I'm afraid it's not so good after this time."

"I can't help it. Who makes my job title not as high as Gu Zheng? People have passed the senior colonel's camp and directly sneaked into the general level."

"This may be the gap between people."

"I'm a man from a guard company. I'm not as fast as a front-line officer."

"Who does it depend on? It depends on myself and my character. I'm all thinking about how to be stable in the army."

"It's not my old brother who is stingy and reluctant to buy good wine, but this wine. Its meaning is different, because Gu Zheng didn't buy the wine sent from now on."

"Like you, he wants to drink when he craves wine. I'm afraid he can't do it."

"Gu Zheng, I'm looking for you..."

"You're good, then he's better. After all, you're an old man. You should take care of us recruits, don't you?"

"Hey, hey, but I believe you don't care about anyone, and you won't care about Gu Zheng."

"I'm afraid. When you get underground, you'll be overtaken by that powerful guy!!"

Xie Weimin, who said that he had put the cup gently before the tombstone, made an action to let him see that a lot of dust had fallen on the tombstone because of the recent hurricane.

"Don't move. I'll wipe it for you. It must be because the Tomb Sweeping Day is coming and the people cleaning the cemetery will have a holiday these days. No one cares about you."

"Look, you're dirty. Let me clean it up for you..."

With that, Xie Weimin took out a clean handkerchief from his coat pocket, didn't dislike the dust and branches on the tombstone, and cleaned it up again and again.

He was like appeasing the most ignorant child and said the most warm words: "you are OK. There are so many brothers and unknown people who will sweep your grave, clean up for you, shed tears for your deeds and sigh at your courage."

"And I'm miserable. My overworked old waist hurts again these days."

"Sometimes think about it carefully. Would it be more interesting to get together with you early if it weren't for the people with a large family behind me?"

"Will the three of us wash our feet in a broken basin and put the foot washing basin on the door that gerzhal's old boy will open soon, as we did in the new barracks?"

"I think it will. Who makes the three of us the most iron?"

"In my whole life, I'm afraid I have no more iron friends than you two."

"The facts are hard to distinguish and people's hearts are easy to change, but I believe that he Mo, who I know, is still the most simple, the most generous, kind and the best soldier even if he lives to the present..."

"Salute for my best friend and the best national soldier!!"

This last sentence is equivalent to what Xie Weimin shouted.

He, who had already cleaned the tombstone, stood straight in front of he Mo's tombstone.

At this time, he forgot the pain, the years, and the troubles in this reality. There was only one veteran's most sincere respect for another veteran.

May your motherland be prosperous and strong.

May your beloved home be happy and healthy.

……

In the end, Gu Zheng's entire mobile phone screen left only a bloody national flag belonging to the Xia state in that world, waving in the wind on this gradually distant martyr cemetery.

When the whole screen gradually darkened, the little poem that once caught fire all over the north and south of the river and made people cry again appeared in front of Gu Zheng.

Kiss you, I won't wake you up

——The wife of a soldier sleeping in southern Xinjiang left a message here

Kiss you, I won't wake you up

This warm land is so peaceful

I watched you silently in front of the tombstone

I know that although these graves are only the epitome of life

But the towering heroes are bodies that don't fall down

Kiss you, I won't wake you up

This hot red land is so quiet

I touch you gently in front of the tombstone

I know that although this row of stone tablets will not revive again

But the soul of every hero in southern Xinjiang is here forever

Kiss you, I won't wake you up

The brown land is so quiet

I hugged you in front of the tombstone

I know that although our dreams in life have not really come true

But fighting for peace, dying and living, you will be so calm

(see the author's words for the whole poem)

When the poem finished rolling in front of Gu Zheng, he subconsciously wiped his cheeks and found that he was already in tears at this time.

It turned out that he always remembered and never forgot these most lovely people, and they will become the most profound brand in Gu Zheng's heart and will never disappear.

Gu Zheng doesn't know how much this profound emotion will remain in the years to come.

But he can certainly say that even when he is old and recalls his past experience, he will remember this military trip.

Different from his journey of small soldiers and generals in another time and space, this world with an extremely strong sense of substitution makes him think that he is in his time and space.

Therefore, this is the most precious memory belonging to Gu Zheng. Even for the sake of normal life in the future, he will temporarily bury this emotion deep in his heart, but he also dares to guarantee that this memory will be like other treasures in his treasure chest and will never lose the brand they once existed.

When the poem finished rolling and the screen lit up again, he returned to the battlefield that he was very familiar with.

However, the war at this time was not Gu Zhengchu's investigation in Shaoshan.

After he was examined by the hospital and confirmed that he was healthy, he returned to his investigation force again.

However, this time, he carried a merit of second-class combat merit and the identity of a reserve cadre.

As a reward for his heroic performance, he perfectly replaced the position of the second squad leader who died in previous investigation missions and became the fastest rising soldier on an equal footing with his old squad leader.

When he returned to the reconnaissance company, it was a lightness feast for the soldiers in his original class.

It was a rare Carnival in the dense forests, mosquito bites and cat's ear holes covered with dry leeches.

Those comrades in arms who were covered with mud, with ulcers and scars on their thighs and ankles showed the most sincere smile to Gu Zheng who returned again.

"Crackle"

Because of the unique structure in the cat's ear hole, even if the flashlight in the hole lights up more, it can't reveal anything about the outside world.

These comrades in arms who had been deadlocked here for nearly a month opened their most precious canned beef and assorted fruits.

The temporary table put together by two small benches is crowded with everyone's treasures.

There are cigarettes that have been moldy by the hot weather here, but still reluctant to smoke, and only two mouthfuls of spicy and tearful old wine every day.

Their precious and important things on weekdays have been moved out today just to celebrate a person's return.

"Hey, Gu Zheng, do you know?"

"Huh? What?"

After drinking and eating, listening to Miao Jiujiang's gossip on the battlefield has become a necessary entertainment for everyone every night.

For Gu Zheng, even the news many days ago is incomparably new.

Miao Jiu, who was finally able to find a loyal audience, happily shared the news he had seen with his own eyes, and did not forget to lament the ruthlessness of the war.

"You know what? A minefield was buried in the area to the south."

"Because there are some local people living in remote forest areas that need to be evacuated, the soldiers of our troops rushed there to rescue."

"Just there, out of guard, seven people were killed. Six of them were comrades in arms of a class, and the other was a recruit just sent from the organ troops to collect materials and interview."

"It's said that I just came out of the recruit camp. It seems that I'm a recruit with you."

"Unlucky enough? When the man was pulled out, he looked like a bolt."

"Listening to their comrades in arms who came down together, the recruits were particularly clever and a little ink, which was especially liked by director Xu of the publicity department."

"The officer Xu also said that he called his name. It's also a material for culture."

"Yes, that name is very ink. People call it he Mo directly. What's a pity? Isn't it a pity?"

"What? What did you say his name was!"

Hearing this, Gu Zheng did not regret the cruelty of the war with Miao Jiu, but was extremely anxious. He grabbed the other party's arm and confirmed the name from Miao Jiu's mouth again.

"You said his name was he Mo? Are you sure?!"

"Yes... Yes, can you say..."

"Do you know?"

Looking at Miao Jiu's surprised nod, Gu Zheng, who was still sitting on a small stool and looking at the rare moonlight at the mouth of the cave, hugged his head with a cry. It was just a moment's effort to knead his head into a chicken nest.

"How could it be he Mo? How could it be him!!"

"Isn't he stupid? A weak chicken who is only a few after five kilometers is in a hurry to go to the front line of the battlefield."

"When I advised him to go to the Propaganda Department of the organ, I kept the idea of letting him be a literary and artistic soldier. I didn't want him to suffer more and even lose his life because of his poor military quality."

"You know what? He is my fellow countryman or only son. He was spoiled since childhood, but he insisted on carrying it down with his teeth."

"I think he wanted to escape when he was a recruit. If it weren't for me, he would have run home now."

"I hurt him, I hurt him!"

If he runs away, he will only be criticized because the recruitment period has not passed.

If he Mo finds another relationship at home, the impact may be minimized.

But now, it's too late.

He Gu Zheng awakened he Mo's mood of pursuing his dream, but because of this dream, the first friend he made after he came to the world completely lost his life.

No one can say which is right or wrong.

This can not prevent Gu Zheng from crying like a three-year-old child.

When more and more soldiers came quietly, stood beside him and listened to his cry, he raised his head, looked at these recognized, familiar or unfamiliar faces circle after circle, and waited for their next words of comfort.

When Gu Zheng thought about how to refuse the comfort of others, those people said the news more shocking than he Mo's death sentence by sentence.

"My brother, dear, was shot in the temple by an enemy bullet in front of me the day before yesterday and died on the spot. He died very happily. I didn't even hear the last word he wanted to say to me.

I know he wants to talk to me, because my brother and I are twin brothers who grew up together. "

The man who said this just slightly picked the corners of his mouth, filled with tears, stared at Gu Zheng who could feel the same feelings, but stubbornly stopped letting anyone see his great sadness.

The words of the first person are like the prelude to a tragic world. The sadness faced by the second and third person is also slowly described in front of Gu Zheng.

"My girlfriend, from the art troupe, went to the front-line battlefield to perform."

"When I heard a child's cry for help and tried to save the child who didn't know why he appeared on this dangerous battlefield, I was shot in the heart by the child like a wolf."

"In the middle of the most beautiful mountain flowers."

"It's so beautiful. I went to see her for the last time. At that time, I wore a pair of underpants and squatted in this small cave. It was as ugly as a monkey."

"And my girlfriend, even if she left me, is still so beautiful..."

"I know she is kind-hearted. Her favorite is small animals and dolls."

"At the beginning, I thought when I went to make the marriage application report. When we got married, it would be nice to have a doll as beautiful as her."

"It's a pity... Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu

"These people! Even the children!"

War, so cruel.

Let's hear too much sad and pathetic Gu Zheng, some at a loss, some at a loss

Also let Gu Zheng, who looked at the screen, once again recall the heartbreaking pain, the fading emotion washed by the years, which broke out at this moment.

In this moment, Gu Zheng did nothing and said nothing. He could only use a pot of turbid wine to comfort himself and his comrades in arms in that world.

Just in time, he had an open bottle of red wine at his hand. Dangdang, fill a glass for himself and pour it down with his head up.

When he finished drinking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Oh, come to think of it, didn't I drink a little high just to celebrate the 30 minute three time basic competition championship, so I missed the laughing and forgetting book?

So now he has returned from another world. After so many years, should he wake up?

Unfortunately, Gu Zheng imagined something beautiful, but the reality hit him hard.

When his glass of wine went into his stomach, the burning feeling appeared again.

With a burst of dizziness, the man with a rare expression of relief burst upside down and tilted on the hotel bed.

However, in two or three seconds, there was a deafening snore in such a large room.

He doesn't care about the rest.

Whether he went back to his hometown according to the original track to adopt the old yellow dog as a puppy, or Gu Zheng's cousin was unfortunate after marriage and wanted him to oppress people with power, which he had experienced in that world, far less shocking than the lens he had just seen.

Sleep, get drunk, sleep, hope you forget everything.

Fortunately, the drunken wine is really good. There is no hobby of naked running, and there is no feat of disturbing the residents. While maintaining a Chinese face, he can also make himself a little more comfortable after being drunk.

However, Gu Zheng was comfortable. The person in charge of waking him up and taking him to the one-on-one PK to eliminate Jiang Yue in the competition, but he suffered a great crime.

First of all, when entering Gu Zheng's room, the elite man with a slight cleanliness habit pinched his nose and stepped back.

The smell of wine that you fall asleep after drinking is too strong.

Big Jiang Yue thought he smelled vomit.

Unfortunately, he tried to lie down by the door and howled at Gu Zheng who only showed two feet inside for a long time. The other party didn't give him a response, so he had to enter the house and make the other party stand up from the bed again.

"Gu Zheng, I'm in? I'm really in."

"You don't have the habit of sleeping naked. Hehe, you're not an old woman. Even sleeping naked should be nothing."

"But your house smells so bad that I can't close the door. If you really don't touch an inch, I'll lift the quilt. If someone sees you, it shouldn't be my business..."

Originally, Jiang Yue was trying to stimulate the one in bed.

Because he has been with Gu Zheng for a long time, he has long been used to the invincible state of the other party. At this time, Jiang Yue thought his athletes were lazy.

But no one thought that he was so threatening. When Jiang Yue walked to each other's bed, Gu Zheng, who was lying on the top, still had no response.

I'll go. Is this really drunk?

Listen, the man in the middle of the bed is still snoring. Jiang Yue standing aside is messy in the wind.

What now?

Will the quilt be lifted or not?

I'm sorry for the eagerness of the surf leader if I don't open it, but how can I fix it if I open the inside and burn my eyes?

When Jiang was in a dilemma, the man lying in the quilt opened his eyes with a swish, looked at the man who dared to stand at the head of his bed with very vigilant eyes, and ran out of the bed with a general conditioned reflex. A hook tied Jiang Yue's neck in his arms. When he was just ready to work hard, Jiang Yue, who was surrounded, sent out a call for help like killing a pig as if he had entered the scene of a horror film.

"Gu Zheng, stop! I'm Jiang Yue! Jiang Yue! Wake up!"

With a roar at his throat, he suddenly woke up Gu Zheng, who was still in a confused state. He let his head ache, and subconsciously loosened his arm.

Taking advantage of this gap, Jiang Yue held Gu Zheng's arm and tried to expose his face in front of Gu Zheng: "see clearly my ancestors, I'm your agent! Don't treat me as a burglar!"

It was this sound that made Gu Zheng blink, and the strength of the wine dissipated most of it.

"Oh, oh, Jiang Yue, why are you here? I remember you don't have the habit of sleepwalking."

Well, this one doesn't know the situation yet?

Jiang Yue, who was very speechless, tried his best to lift the hand on his wrist to Gu Zheng's eyes: "look, look, what time is it?"

"You didn't come to the hotel for breakfast, and you didn't show up for the routine roll call."

"The team leader is afraid that your drinking will affect the performance of today's last game. He specially asked me to come and see your situation."

"I was quite confident in you, but now I see..."

The prospect is worrying.

The two men were maintaining this very strange posture and chatting awkwardly. Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from the door of Gu Zheng's hotel room.

"Ah, I'm sorry to interrupt... I didn't know you were busy with business. It's really impolite! Impolite, I'll leave now!"

The person who said this used the language of Citigroup, which made Gu Zheng and Jiang Yue turn to the direction of the door.

They looked at George from the United States, who didn't deal with Gu Zheng very much.

After saying this, the child made a rare bow to Gu Zheng and Jiang Yue. Before they could say anything more, the man ran away without a trace.

"Hey? What did you say this man ran for?" Gu Zheng wondered, while Jiang Yue, who was strangled by his neck, turned blue.

The Lord got up early and didn't brush his teeth. His breath stinks. It can spread three miles in the wind.

The most terrible thing is their present posture... Thinking of this, Jiang Yue roared: "since you know what I'm doing here, why don't you loosen your hands!"

"You are willing to let everyone know that there is an improper relationship between you and me, aren't you?"

"You don't worry. You have doctor Leng to take the plate for you!"

"And me! Have you ever thought about the feeling of a single dog?"

After saying this, Jiang Yue just supported his arms, so he planned to lift Gu Zhenghuan's arm on his neck, and then a special manly posture, pointed to the orientation of the bathroom, and asked his careless athlete to take care of himself and prepare for the race.

Unfortunately, he overestimated his strength. After his natural and unrestrained lifting action, he found that the other party's arm was still steady and did not move.

It's always embarrassing.