Blood-quenched mountains and rivers

When Ma Bufang opened his eyes, he was lying in a dilapidated house, with dust and cobwebs hanging from the beams above his head, precariously falling as if he would fall down at any moment, and the bedding under his body seemed to have not been cleaned for several years. Shining black and shiny, Ma Bufang looked around suspiciously. In his impression, such a dilapidated house and his own identity were the product of two worlds, and there was no intersection at all.

The person standing beside him was not the security guard who usually followed Ma Bufang, but another soldier. If he hadn't judged his identity through his military uniform, Ma Bufang would never have remembered that he had seen such a soldier in the army. of a face.

It can be said that Ma Bufang has never cared about other people around him, but today Ma Bufang felt very strange, and asked for the first time: "Where is Gahai?"

Ga Hai is that security guard, he is not big but very strong, and he runs very fast at the start. Ma Bufang once asked him to run more than half of Xining City in an afternoon, just to find one for Ma Bufang. woman.In Ma Bufang's memory, Ga Hai is the only one who can do this.

The soldier was ashamed and embarrassed, and his cheeks were covered with dust and cannon fodder. Because of this, when two lines of hot tears slid across his face, a ridiculous gully was washed out of his cheek.Blood quenching mountains and rivers 342

The soldier's voice was very low and hoarse, and he said slowly, "Report to the commander, Ga Hai... was killed in battle."

Ma Bufang looked at this soldier, and still couldn't believe that he was a soldier in his own army. This face looked too unfamiliar, but his voice was somewhat similar to his own, not because of the similar vocal cords, but because of the same She was thirsty and hoarse, and Ma Bufang didn't realize it until she just opened her mouth. When she uttered every word, she felt that her throat was about to be torn apart.In fact, this is true of all people who have lived through this war.

"water."

Ma Bufang resisted the dry pain in his throat and said such a word. The soldier didn't speak, but turned his head and picked up a water bottle from the ground next to the bed. The lid can also pour water into the throat. Ma Bufang took a few gulps from the kettle. There was sand in the water. He frowned but did not open his mouth to curse. After silently spit out the sand and wiped his mouth, Ma Bufang stared at the water in his hand. This is his own water bottle, and he usually carries it on Ga Hai's body.

Ma Bufang couldn't help repeating: "Dead?"

The soldier in front of him turned his head away and secretly wiped away his tears, resisting the sobs in his voice, and slowly told about Ma Bufang's passing out. Only then did Ma Bufang know that Ga Hai was hit when he was carrying himself back.

When Gahai was about to die, he said with a smile that his ears were fine. For some reason, he heard the sound the moment the bullet "shot" over. Fortunately, he turned around in time, otherwise the person who died would probably be Ma Bufang. The phoenix breaks through the sky.

The soldier was already crying when he said this, but Ma Bufang shook his head and smiled lightly. He had never shed tears because of other people's affairs in his life, but for some reason, when Ma Bufang heard these words, his throat felt as if It hurts like being pinched, the nose is sore, and even the eyes are a little blurry.

Ma Bufang suddenly remembered that Ga Hai hadn't married a daughter-in-law yet, and had been by her side since she was young, and would reward the girl to him when she was in the mood, but Ga Hai always just avoided it with a silly smile. I don't know what it's like to be a woman.

For a whole day, Ma Bufang sat until the sunset, and her legs became numb. When she got up, she staggered and almost fell off the bed.

After walking out, Ma Bufang noticed that the place she was in was a dilapidated courtyard. It was an empty house that had been abandoned for a long time. It looked more dilapidated from the outside than the inside. Ma Bufang coughed. The soldiers raised their heads and looked at Ma Bufang, but no one stood up, and the air of desolation and dilapidation reverberated in the courtyard. The soldiers no longer cared about military appearance and etiquette, and their eyes looking at Ma Bufang were full of fatigue and pain.

Ma Bufang's eyes slowly swept over everyone's faces. He didn't stare at his soldiers seriously until today. Ma Bufang suddenly felt that if he didn't take a serious look at these faces, maybe one day they would be like Ga Haiyi suddenly disappeared from his life. After all, these people were followers of him and worked hard for him. For the first time, Ma Bufang felt that they didn't need to do this for him, at least not as they should.

Ma Bufang cleared her throat, tried her best to stand up straight despite the pain all over her body, and deliberately raised her voice: "Where are the others?"

Hearing this, the soldiers sitting in the yard all lowered their heads, and the soldiers following Ma Bufang gritted their teeth and said softly, "Master, there are only these people."

The few fighters left in the courtyard were only one-fifth of the starting number. Even without asking, Ma Bufang already knew the fate of the others. A few years later, even their bones were never found again.

Ma Bufang gritted her teeth. It is impossible to fight back against the opponent with only these people under her command. At this moment, Ma Bufang's sight just shifted to the corner of the yard. On the ground, the different military uniforms on his body have already indicated his identity.

Without saying a word, Ma Bufang came to the corner, the dusty military boots and boots raised the prisoner's chin, looked down at the prisoner and asked, "Who are you?"

The prisoner squinted his eyes and gave Ma Bufang a sideways look, then snorted and said, "You want to know? It doesn't matter if you want to kill or cut up."

Such an answer caused Ma Bufang to chuckle, and then seeing the gunshot wound on the soldier's leg, Ma Bufang clicked his tongue twice, pulled out the scimitar that was always on his waist, squatted down under the curious eyes of everyone, and pointed Looking at the gunshot wound on the prisoner's leg, he said: "If you get a gunshot wound on the battlefield, you must deal with it in time, otherwise you will be disabled for the rest of your life if you suffer from a gunshot wound on the battlefield. Come on, take care of everything."

While Ma Bufang was talking, he had already held the knife in his backhand, and the sharp tip of the knife cut open the wound on the prisoner's leg in an instant. Ma Bufang didn't even blink his eyes, and the expression on his face was extremely relaxed, but the prisoner lying on the ground was obviously not having a good time. , As if to preserve his remaining dignity, the prisoner resisted the severe pain and did not cry out, his lips were bitten until blood flowed, his body curled up in pain, and he subconsciously twisted on the ground.

At this time, Ma Bufang looked like a shrewd and skilled surgeon. I saw that he turned his wrist and raised the knife in his hand. He sighed regretfully and said: "Oops, I accidentally broke my hamstring. Did you see that? This kind of thing still needs to be done by professional health workers, but the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, so it is still helpful to learn by yourself." necessary."

After finishing speaking, Ma Bufang stood up and glanced at the prisoner, and wrote lightly: "Come on, I'll leave it to you to practice."

After Ma Bufang finished speaking, he returned to the room. The moment he sat down, there were screams like howling ghosts and wolves in the yard. Then, in less than 10 minutes, a soldier trotted in front of Ma Bufang, with a low voice. Said: "Report to the teacher, this is Sheng Shicai's team."--