Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Li Zheng was dragged up with ropes in a hurry.

Falling on his back in the water, he felt exhausted.

Breakfast is a compressed biscuit nibbled on the road.

Only three compressed biscuits were provided per day for the two-day long-distance march.

Is it breakfast?
Or lunch?

Or is it dinner?

Maybe both, maybe neither.

Now his stomach is already empty, the various tossings before have consumed a lot of physical strength, and the struggle just now has exhausted the last bit of energy.

The clothes on my body are full of water and mud, which is very uncomfortable. The wet clothes add weight and hinder the movement of hands and feet.

The only good thing is that the cow dung and vomit residues on my body are gone.

Tong Zhi was teaching at the side again: "Don't panic when things happen! You are all tied with ropes, if one person falls, the other will work together to pull him up, don't panic!"

Tong Motou's words were still the same, making it impossible to refute.

This piece of grass was thought to be a good place to restore physical strength, but unexpectedly it made people consume more physical strength.

Navigating knee-deep in mud and swamps is a pain.

This reminded Li Zheng of the previous Red Army.

When the predecessors of the Red Army crossed the grassland, it was not a place where the head could be seen at a glance. It was more than five hundred miles away, and many places were this kind of swampland.

Li Zheng never thought about these things before. These are some data and records in books, and even texts.

When you read it, you will know that it was very difficult and difficult.

But how hard, how hard?

Prior to this, Li Zheng did not experience it personally.

But after today, he has.

Hunger turned out to be like this. My stomach felt like fire, my limbs were weak, my body temperature dropped, and I felt dizzy.

It turned out to be like this when crossing a swamp. Each step requires at least twice as much strength as compared to flat ground. If you get stuck in the mud too deep, you can’t get out. Fortunately, your comrades can help each other and use the ropes on your body to escape. .

It was already early summer, cloudy, with occasional sunshine, and the temperature was not low, but Li Zheng, who was drenched like a drowned chicken, still felt a little cold.

After spending more than half an hour, I finally walked through the desperate grassland.

On the shore, Fatty Wei sat down on the ground, shook his head while freeing himself from the rope, and said, "I'd rather climb two more mountains than cross another meadow."

Without allowing everyone to take a break, company commander Ji Zhizhao had already appeared in front of everyone.

"Now move forward immediately, don't stop, leave this forest, go to the mountain road outside, there will be guides there, they will tell you where to run! The last ten kilometers of the raid this morning, the destination is the meeting point at noon , There are three 10 minutes for you to eat and rest, hurry up! Food is limited, first come first served! Whoever is late will be gone!"

In fact, Li Zheng really wanted to lie down on his back and take a good rest.

But that's a fool's dream.

Not eligible for conditions.

Not eligible for a break.

As for a right - a show of hands to withdraw.

anytime.

But it's only the first day, who wants to give up?

Already walked three in the morning.

In the eyes of everyone, I don't know whether it is correct to say that they are losers, or to envy them for getting out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Every soldier in the current company has this kind of contradictory and strange mentality in their hearts.

I want to stay and prove myself, but I also want to raise my hand and leave to free myself.

The two mentalities are constantly fighting and competing in their hearts.

"Let's go!"

When Li Zheng got up, he didn't forget to give Wei Fatty who was still sitting on the ground cursing.

Fatty Wei has actually been scolding all the time.

Li Zheng understood Fatty Wei very well.

It has nothing to do with any quality.

Everyone is like this. When you are extremely tired or nervous, cursing constantly, even cursing into the air, is a means of venting the negative energy accumulated in the body.

Just like a tire that is constantly being inflated by people, with heavier and heavier cargo on it, there is an air pump at the end that keeps pumping air in.

If you don't let it out, it will explode.

The two followed the crowd and staggered to the side of the so-called road pointed by company commander Ji Zhizhao.

Along the way, they saw many familiar faces from other platoons.

Everyone's expressions were tense, their serious faces were full of nervous expressions, and their eyes were looking around.

you see me.

I see you.

Each saw the embarrassed self in each other's eyes.

"Fuck!"

After leaving the woods, Fatty Wei was the first to scream.

It turned out that there was an open field out of the woods, and dozens of soldiers were already densely packed on it.

"so many people!"

Yang Hui took a closer look, and his tone suddenly became a little more nervous: "It seems to be from another company..."

Li Zheng saw that there were indeed many unfamiliar faces.

It seems that today's "Devil's Battalion" is not taking this route by its own company, but several companies are using this route, but the other party's path is different from the one they are taking.

In the open place near the roadside, the battalion duty cadre wearing a red armband watched more and more people nearby.

When the crowd gathered to a certain level, he blew his whistle and shouted loudly: "Run! Follow the car!"

The so-called car is actually a kind of scout motorcycle with a chassis that can carry three people.

A red flag was planted on the back of the scorpion, waving in the wind.

It was too late for everyone to think about other things. When they saw others running, they followed suit.

We all know that this is the last ten kilometers, and whoever reaches the meeting point first will get hot food.

Hot food is so important now.

The people here are group by group, first come, first run.

Li Zheng didn't know which batch he belonged to among so many companies.

Anyway, no matter which batch it is, it is right to run desperately.

Many people have already rolled up their trousers to the knees.

I was wet in the swamp just now, rolling it up can reduce the friction between the pants and the skin and save energy.

At the limit, even a little bit of friction can take away very precious physical energy.

Save if you can.

Li Zheng and Fatty Wei are in good physical condition. They led Yang Hui and Jiang Cheng to run, followed by Zhang Jian and Ma Teng.

They are all the buddies in a row that I am most familiar with.

There were also a few people on the scout's side, Li Qiman and the others also ran in a group at this time.

It's all like this, at critical moments, good brothers and comrades-in-arms are to rely on.

Even a guy like Zhang Jian, who is usually hated by others, is now his own.

Running, Li Zheng suddenly felt that everyone's speed was decreasing.

He looked sideways, and Fatty Wei, who was running side by side with him, fell behind.

"Fatty, what are you doing?"

He saw a strange scene. Fatty Wei ran very strangely, as if he was stepping on ice, and his posture was very funny.

Seems to be out of control.

Looking at Fatty Wei's face again, he felt as uncomfortable as constipation.

What surprised him the most was that not only Fatty Wei, but also the others.

"What are you all doing!?"

"It can't be done..." Fatty Wei looked around, found Yang Hui, and said to him, "Do you feel that the insole is slipping..."

Yang Hui's face was also ugly, he frowned, grinned, and finally cursed: "Damn, it seems that the sanitary napkin has been taken off..."

"No, this thing is a scourge!"

Zhang Jian was the first one who couldn't bear it, and didn't care whether he would fall behind, so he ran to the side of the road and sat on the ground, took off his combat boots, and pulled out the sanitary napkin that was placed inside.

With a pull, only half of it was pulled out.

Then I reached in to fish it out, and after a while I pulled out the other half of the tattered sanitary napkin.

He yelled at Yang Hui: "Big V, look at the sanitary napkin you blow up to the sky, it doesn't work at all!"

It's not just a few of them like this, it's the whole company that has all the soldiers who have believed that sanitary napkins can have magical effects.

When the sanitary napkin is wet with water, it will swell up, and after the shoes enter the water, there will be a ball, and the glue will fall off, and either all slide to the heel, or all slide to the front of the sole of the foot.

At first, the sanitary napkin, which was dry, breathable and comfortable to walk on the flat ground, has now become a hindrance.

Yang Hui never expected this to happen.

He has suffered enough, too.

Holding a rotten wreckage of brand-name sanitary napkins in his hand, he threw it toward the side of the road with a look of disgust, cursing: "Damn it! What bastards are spreading rumors that sanitary napkins are not only a friend of women, but also a must-have for marching in the field." of!?"