On the other side, Shuo Yu on the Nantianmen finally finished a busy period and took a short rest. He didn't think about anything and just leaned on the human cushion behind him. His hands were stained with blood. He leaned weakly and breathed hard.

Ten minutes later, he got up and tried to clean himself up. In his morgue, he took off the strips of cloth on his body and wrapped himself with new ones. When he came out, he threw the strips of cloth, whose color could no longer be seen, into the fire and started cooking.

Their first meal of the day was biscuit and chop suey soup.

"Banxian'er, are we still eating this today?"

"Banxian, please give me some more. It's all soupy and not filling at all."

"That's right, this thing is as pale as water. My urine is even yellower than this."

"You're just getting angry. Just drink more."

Shuo Yu held the rice pot and looked at Mi Long in front of him. He rolled his eyes at him, scooped another spoonful of soup into his lunch box, and then quickly called the next one.

Master Mai had to thank his God before eating. Shuo Yu smiled and looked at the pale face that looked dusty and dirty at this moment, and asked with a bit of amusement,

"Mai, why don't you thank me?"

"Of course I have to thank you, you little lunatic. Sometimes I think you're even crazier than your leader. But you've made sure we still have food to eat. I love you."

The last sentence was said by Master Mai in English. It didn't sound corny, at least not to Shuoyu's ears. He smiled and called out the next one.

Meng Fanle's little face appeared in front of him. He looked at the new strips of cloth wrapped around Banxian'er's arms and legs and complained,

"Banxian'er, it's already this late, and you're still changing your clothes every day? You're treating yourself like a mummy about to be buried. When are you going to replace the tattered ones you use to wipe our faces with a new one?"

"I'm happy with it, what's it to you? Hurry up, next one!"

The bowls at the back become less clear, after all, the soup contains a much larger proportion of water. So some people who are more thoughtful like to queue at the back, such as Fanla and their group leader.

Shuo Yu felt a little guilty and quickly drove away those little eyes, watching the next one die.

They all tacitly stopped talking about the reinforcements that had not appeared for a long time and did what they were best at - forgetting.

On the fourth day of holding out at the Nantianmen, there were still eighty-three of them left.

…

In the quiet moment of the night, the Nantianmen Gate was completely dark, including Shuoyu and the others. At this moment, he replaced the leader and sang in front of the radio microphone, singing the cherry blossom song, because in a few months, the cherry blossoms in his memory would bloom again.

The microphone cord had been pulled very long by Silasila to satisfy his free expression. Their leader was now sleeping on Takeuchi's hard bed, and his adjutant Fanla was sleeping with Kangya in a place similar to a doghouse (after Kangya's wound stopped bleeding, he was dragged out by other wounded soldiers and uninjured bastards to continue joining the battle).

Shuo Yu looked at them. A Yi was writing in his diary facing the moonlight. He started writing in the notebook he carried with him from the first day he came here. He was also one of the few guys who still remembered how many days had passed.

"Sakura (Sakura), Sakura (Sakura)"

"Yano yi yu solova (late spring in March), niwakasukadili (cloudless and clear), kasukarammoyuka (like rosy clouds and white clouds)"

"You, you, you walk (fragrant and beautiful), Isaac (come quickly), Isaac (come quickly), Miyounukaen (let's go see the cherry blossoms together)"

"Sakura~! Sakura~!"

It was very quiet outside the tree fort. I didn't know if the Japanese soldiers were asleep or just listening to him sing.

Shuo Yu was singing while swallowing his saliva, and then he saw a strange black shadow doing something sneaky.

He had never dared to close his eyes since he entered this monster tree. He watched the black figure coming towards him. One hand suddenly grabbed the other's head, and a particularly obvious Northeastern dialect came out from under his hand, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the lights were turned on, and the first thing the bastards thought of was to grab their guns and get ready to shoot.

Fanla screamed in his little voice, "Who is it!" Before he even had time to open his eyes, the gun was already in his hand. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw Milong being pinched by Banxian'er on the back of the neck and forced to pee.

Shuo Yu had already let go of the brain under his hand, and raised his hand to quickly ask Fan La to turn off the light. In a night like this, any place with light was a huge target. But before Fan La turned off the light, the bullet had already been fired, and the substitute shooter who was originally here to fill Doubing's vacancy was shot dead.

The lights went out again, and the darkness that represented safety enveloped them again. Shuo Yu dragged the unlucky guy who was still breathing to the morgue. A Yi accompanied him and stuffed a piece of paper with the unlucky guy's name on it into his breast pocket so that he could identify the body properly.

This guy is called Zhou Eryang, one of the elite soldiers of Yu Shimou. He has a lover in Zenda City. There are three brothers in his family, and he has a younger brother named Zhou Kaitai (because three sheep bring good luck). He once said that after this war, he would take his lover back to his hometown to see his mother, and then earn money to support his younger brother's studies and the whole family's life.

Shuo Yu reached out to help him close his eyes, lifted his legs and placed them on top of the others.

Ayi started crying again. Shuoyu leaned against the wall outside the operating room with him. At this time, he really envied Ayi because he could still cry, but he could no longer cry.

Milong was still saying that his wife must be burning incense for him at home, so he said that he would never die.

I am so tired of yelling that I will never live or die.

Shuo Yu said that he would never live or die!

Bu La quickly followed up by saying that his name was never hungry. As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach bulged in response, and the gurgling sound was even more obvious in such a night.

Apart from Shuoyu, even Silasila didn't know how much food they had left. When they set out, Silasila asked them to carry four days' worth of rations. Today was the fifth day, and it seemed like the sixth. Shuoyu knew how much food they had left, but he didn't know how long it would take them to get out of here.

This was a silent tug-of-war. What was special was that the rope had three ends: one was them, one was the Japanese, and one was the East Coast. But generally speaking, a rope only had two ends, and having three ends was abnormal.

So all they have now is silence, patience, and hopelessness.