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Chapter 39 Life and death are just a thin line (please collect and vote for further reading)

"Attention, everyone! Squat down, everyone squat down!" the captain shouted, and the four soldiers next to him immediately picked up their Type 56 submachine guns and watched the surroundings carefully.

Fang Minghua and a group of female soldiers hurriedly squatted in the carriage. Zhou Shunlai, who was standing next to him, did not squat. Instead, he raised the semi-automatic rifle that was originally slung on his shoulder.

"Don't be afraid. It's probably the enemy's scout who was discovered by our army. It's usually fine." Zhou Shunlai said in a low voice.

Fang Minghua bravely looked around through the gaps in the wooden boards of the carriage. He was surrounded by mountains and forests and couldn't see where the enemy was.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Song Tangtang again. The other party also looked at him, but the girl did not show any fear and looked calm.

The truck swayed for several hundred meters and rounded a mountain bay. The gunshots in front of it became more and more rapid, and there was also the explosion of grenades. The situation became more and more tense.

"Get off the bus! Get off the bus quickly! Be careful to spread out and hide!" Captain Liu issued another order.

As soon as the car stopped, Fang Minghua quickly jumped out of the truck with the female soldiers from the art troupe, rolled and crawled into the woods on a nearby hillside, and lay down in the grass. When he turned around, he saw Song Tangtang crawling beside him, holding a hand in his hand. With a pistol!
  This was the first time that Fang Minghua saw Song Tangtang holding a gun, calm and resolute.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions were getting closer and closer. Captain Liu and several soldiers had already exchanged fire with the enemy, and bullets flew past Fang Minghua's head.

He lay there without daring to move, his heart was beating so hard, and he opened his mouth wide just to gasp for air.

For the first time, he felt so close to death.

Damn it, if I really lose my life here, I will be the most miserable time traveler in history.

A slender hand shook his trembling hand, and he turned around to see Song Tangtang.

"Don't be afraid."

Fang Minghua read two words from the girl's mouth, and pointed to the ground, signaling him to lie down and stay still.

Fang Minghua knew that now was not the time to show off, so he buried his head on the ground and tried to calm himself down.

The gunfire continued to ring in his ears. After a while, the gunfire gradually became sparse. Fang Minghua slowly raised his head and looked around. He didn't know when Song Tangtang was no longer around. There were several enemy corpses on the road not far ahead.

The sight of bright red blood and white brains made Fang Minghua feel sick in his stomach and almost vomited it out.

"The enemy has been eliminated! It's okay!" Song Tangtang, standing on the road, waved to Fang Minghua.

Fang Minghua held back his nausea and stood up and walked towards the truck. He had not walked a few steps and was about to cross the small ditch on the roadside when he suddenly heard a strange sound in the air coming from far and near, like something cutting through the air. Make a screeching sound.

"Lie down! Lie down!"

When Fang Minghua heard Captain Liu's shout, he felt nervous. He staggered and fell into the ditch. The moment he fell, he saw a figure rushing towards him, and not far away, Song Tangtang looked at him in panic. eyes.

A deafening explosion soon sounded around Fang Minghua, and he fainted immediately.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on the hospital bed, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and a female soldier was sitting in front of the bed looking at him.

Song Tangtang.

"Are you awake? You have slept all day and night, but the doctor said you are fine. You just suffered a slight head injury and a concussion. You need to be observed for two days." Song Tangtang said softly.

Fang Minghua touched his head. Sure enough, it was wrapped in gauze. He was still a little drowsy, but it didn't matter.

"Are you okay?" Fang Minghua asked with concern.

"I'm fine, no injuries at all."

Oh.
  Fang Minghua felt relieved and asked again: "What happened yesterday?"

Song Tangtang told him what happened.

It turns out that what they encountered yesterday was not the opponent's scouts but a group of enemies that sneaked into our controlled area. As a result, he was discovered by our patrol, and a gunfight broke out. He happened to encounter soldiers from the art troupe who were preparing to return to the camp.

After the captain figured out the situation ahead, he made a prompt decision and led the soldiers to join the battle. Finally, our reinforcements arrived and eliminated this enemy group.

"The enemy suffered dozens of casualties, and we even captured two prisoners." Song Tangtang finally said with a smile.

"Awesome!" Fang Minghua admired him sincerely.

"What are the casualties of our art troupe?" Fang Minghua thought of this and asked quickly.

"The overall casualties are not large, but Xiaohong unfortunately died." Song Tangtang's voice became deeper.

Yang Xiaohong? !

Fang Minghua felt heartbroken for no reason when he thought of the girl with pigtails and a smile showing her little tiger teeth.

"Where's Brother Zhou? How is Brother Zhou doing?" he asked again.

"Brother Zhou was injured and admitted to the hospital."

"I'll go take a look." Fang Minghua jumped up. Song Tangtang couldn't resist, so he took him to another ward. As soon as he entered, he saw Zhou Shunlai wearing a hospital gown, sitting by the bed and talking and laughing with a patient opposite. He couldn't tell that he was a patient at all.

"Brother Zhou." Fang Minghua called.

"Xiao Fang, are you awake? You look good." Zhou Shunlai said with a smile.

"Brother Zhou, where are you injured?" Fang Minghua was about to ask, but suddenly he was stunned because he saw that the sleeve of the other person's left arm was empty.

"The left arm was injured by the explosion. The doctor said it could not be saved and he had to amputate it." Zhou Shunlai looked very relaxed.

If you don’t have a left arm, doesn’t that mean you can’t play the trumpet or the accordion? !
  Fang Minghua thought of a question.

"Brother Zhou" Fang Minghua was about to say something, but was stopped by the other party.

"It doesn't matter. Although I can't play the trumpet or the accordion, I can still play the harmonica. I just tried it and it was pretty good."

As he spoke, he picked up the harmonica on the pillow with one hand, put it to his mouth and played it gently.

The sound was very cheerful, it was Wang Luobin's "Youth Dance".

Fang Minghua couldn't help but sigh softly as he listened.

When Zhou Laishun finished playing a piece, Fang Minghua suddenly remembered that before he fell down and passed out, he vaguely saw Zhou Shunlai rushing towards him.

So he quickly asked:

"Brother Zhou, were you injured because you were protecting me?"

"No." The other party shook his head. "You were lying in the ditch by yourself, Xiao Fang. Is this your first time on the battlefield? You were quite brave, much better than me the first time."

As Zhou Shun spoke, Fang Minghua didn't believe it and looked at Song Tangtang next to him.

The girl nodded slightly.

Fang Minghua stayed in the hospital for three days before being discharged. During this period, writers came to visit one after another, especially Li Cunbao, who only praised him for his bravery.

brave?

Are you really brave?

Fang Minghua shook his head with a wry smile. He clearly remembered that his legs felt weak the moment the gunshot rang out.

There is another grave on the hillside not far from the camp. The middle of the tombstone reads "Tomb of Martyr Yang Xiaohong." On the day of the burial, Fang Minghua also mourned with the cultural troupe.

That day, it started to rain.

"One bow, two bows, three bows"

Fang Minghua bowed deeply and looked at the portrait above the tombstone, with pigtails and a cute smiling face.

Here, life and death are really just a thin line.

If he didn't happen to fall into a small ditch on the roadside, then it might be him lying in the grave.

He suddenly thought of a line from the movie "No Questions" that he had watched before traveling through time: "If you knew in advance the life you were going to face, would you still have the courage to come?"

If you knew you would encounter such danger, would you still go to the front line with the art troupe?
  Will you come to southern Xinjiang again?

Maybe, maybe not.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

What matters is that you have experienced it once.

The dead are dead, and so are the living.

Cherish the present moment.

Fang Minghua continued his collecting work and went deep into the soldiers, but this time the leader never let him go to the front line with the propaganda team, which made him feel a little regretful.

It was mid-July, the two months of collecting work were over, and Fang Minghua was returning to Greentown with everyone.

Tonight, the army leaders specially arranged a bonfire party and invited soldiers from the art troupe to perform.

Song Tangtang also came.

Zhou Shunlai didn't come.

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