Another month passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Gu Moli and his comrades were training on the training ground. Regiment Commander Li Rui walked over and said, "Suspend training. Those whose names are called, go back and pack your things, then assemble and prepare for the mission."
"Zhang He, Gu Moli, Guan Bing, Shao Fei, Huang Mingze, Zhao Zhixue, Li Tieping. The mission area this time is the jungle. Go back, put on your clothes and equipment, pack your things, and assemble at the meeting point."
"Yes," the six replied and immediately ran towards the dormitory. Back in the dormitory, Gu Moli packed his things as quickly as possible. When he saw the bottle of medicine powder and a small metal box in his luggage bag, he picked them up without hesitation and put them in his pocket.
The soldiers participating in the mission put on their clothes, pants, and shoes for entering the jungle. They checked their belongings and packed them into their backpacks.
The six men packed their things, shouldered their backpacks, and quickly left the dormitory, running towards the assembly point. After the other teams had all arrived, the commander came out and explained the details of the mission.
"We have received a report of an enemy incursion in the border jungle. Our mission is to capture the invading enemy. The jungle is fraught with danger, increasing the difficulty of the mission. When your lives are threatened, you must fight back and do everything in your power to protect yourselves. Comrades, please be careful. We wish you a triumphant return. Let's go."
His comrades in the car were all writing letters, but Gu Moli held his pen and paper, hesitating to put pen to paper. Gu Moli had never written a letter during past missions; he knew that even if he didn't return, it was his fate.
The night before the new recruits enlisted that year, Gu Moli told his parents, "Father and Mother, Moli is going to realize his dream and protect our country. You don't need to worry or panic. If one day I don't come back, that's my fate. I won't leave a will. What I want to say will always be the same. Father and Mother, please take care of yourselves and each other. Moli hopes you will live to be a hundred years old."
But now Gu Moli hesitated. He touched the bottle of powder in his pocket. He seemed to have a reason to write a "will." Finally, Gu Moli wrote eight characters on the paper: "May you be well, may you be happy." The recipient on the envelope was "Su Xingran" from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Peking University.
When Gu Moli handed in the letter, the person receiving it gave him a special look. After all, this kid never wrote letters when he went on missions; everyone else always handed them in except him. Had the sun risen in the west today? The person receiving the letter glanced at the words on the envelope, raising an eyebrow slightly. Oh, so that's how it is!
Gu Moli certainly sensed it, but he kept his eyes fixed on the wall, pretending not to notice. He secretly hoped the recipient wouldn't receive the letter.
When the vehicle stopped, the soldiers who had been resting with their eyes closed opened their eyes, jumped off, and lined up. The commander walked to the front of the group and said, "Divide into three small teams according to your usual formations and enter the jungle from different entrances. The situation inside is unclear, so everyone needs to cooperate. The composition of the enemy is unknown, so remember to follow orders and pay attention to safety."
"Yes," the three teams dispersed and entered the jungle from different entrances. Gu Moli was the captain of his team, and he led his team into the jungle.
The jungle was dense with trees and shrubs, overgrown with wild grass, teeming with venomous snakes, wild beasts, poisonous insects and plants, and gloomy, never seeing the light of day. Gu Moli, carrying a machete and wearing a headlamp, led the way, scouting ahead.
The six people cautiously made their way through the jungle. Suddenly, Gu Moli heard a hissing sound, looked up and saw a snake hanging from a tree above.
The snake flicked its long tongue, its eyes fixed on Gu Moli and his group. Gu Moli, in turn, stared intently at the snake. Their vision was somewhat blurry as the snake clung to a branch, making it impossible for Gu Moli and the others to discern its species.
But looking at the snake's head standing upright, its mouth open revealing sharp teeth, its fierce appearance, ready to attack at any moment, certainly indicates it's not a benevolent creature.
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