"They are really crazy, but God bless them if you can."
The water of Nu River never changes, it becomes just jade.
He knew that his body was getting weaker day by day, until that day came.
The test was the only thing he had to do when he came here. He felt that the test was getting closer and closer to him, but he still couldn't see it clearly or touch its shape, just like the thick fog on the edge of Yunnan.
Three black heads were moving slowly on the fish-scale-colored river surface. You pulled me, I pulled you, so that no one would fall behind easily. The left hand was a rope, and the right hand was the hem of the clothes of the person in front.
When they reached the west bank, Shuoyu pulled Fanla behind him and quickly followed Silasila, crawling into the nearby bushes, lying on their stomachs, breathing deeply to restore their body temperature. Shuoyu took out the thermos cup from his chest and poured warm sugar water into the two people's throats. Following the Americans came not only their planes and tanks, but also their chewing gum and thermos cups.
A few minutes later, they didn't waste any more time and began to disguise each other, turning them into small, moving bushes. Every time Shuoyu did this, he loved chewing the bitter bark and leaves that made him gag, and then smeared them on Si La and Fan La's faces until they looked like their parents couldn't recognize them. Finally, he smeared them on his own face.
After all, he was the only one among the three of them who could keep his breath clean at such a time. Dead branches and weeds grew out of them. From now on, they had to give up walking upright and resume crawling, using their bodies to move forward step by step. Last time, they were only fifty meters away from the first line of defense of Nantianmen. This time, they would be a little closer.
I hope good luck will always be with them.
Sometimes they were on the land, sometimes they were in the mud, and sometimes they were on the riverbank. This reminded Shuo Yu of the story of a hero he learned in his textbook when he was in school. At that time, he wondered how someone could be burned by fire without moving, and be burned to death without a sound?
Now he understood.
Their ears have already heard the Japs' loud chatter, the specific content is no different from what they usually say on the battlefield. Shuoyu's head is against Si La Si La's heel, and under his feet is Fan La's head that always thinks too much. This feeling is really not good, especially the occasional gunshots, which will make them lie down in the rotten and smelly mud until the danger is over.
Sometimes you will completely forget the time or what you are doing while crawling like this, and you have to pray that the bullets used by the other party to practice shooting are not the bushes disguised as you.
Ever since they set foot on the land of the west coast, the fog that followed them had been licking their bodies and swallowing them up. Sometimes he even felt that the three of them were wriggling under the belly of a giant monster.
The unit of measurement for movement speed is changed to centimeters, or even smaller.
There is a more accurate word to describe them now, that is: a frightened bird.
Suddenly, the front stopped moving. They could not get any closer, so they could only stop here. At noon, they began to dump garbage from the first line of defense of Nantianmen. Their enemies were eating lunch, a luxurious three meals a day.
Shuoyu saw the company logo on the package. He was sorry that he couldn't read Japanese characters, but he could hear the chewing sounds of the Japanese soldiers in the trenches and the smell of rice, his eyes fixed on the red and white logo. He hadn't been to West Coast for a buffet for a long time.
He looked at Si La Si La and saw that there were even a few small pieces of daily garbage floating on his body. He wanted to reach out and help him take them off, but Fan La, who had come from behind at some point, pressed his hand into the soil. A small stone just happened to pierce his skin, making it itchy and prickly, and probably bleeding.
Now the distance between them and the Japanese army is only a pistol bullet away.
It wasn't until the afternoon that they finally found a temporary safe place. Fanla and Sila were drawing maps while Shuoyu was on guard. His British sniper rifle, which had been polished to a shine, was now covered with wet mud and soft branches, and its original appearance could no longer be seen.
Occasionally, Japanese soldiers in the trenches would pop out and shoot at their positions on the east bank or Henglan Mountain out of boredom. They shot randomly without any specific target, just to get by.
Most of them fell around them, which made them so stiff that they dared not even move. They could only hide behind the not-so-big rock and pretend to be dead.
Their enemies had fixed meal times. This was their fifth time crossing the river.
Shuo Yu pretended to be a weed growing beside a rock, with his back to the South Heaven Gate, shielding Fanla and Sila from the side. He kept his eyes on their position on the flag slope. They would probably have to eat boiled bananas in salt water again tonight.
The first thing Fanla and Sila did when they got the telescope was the same as him, looking at the other side. Although he didn't want to admit it, Shuoyu felt that the small hole that belonged to him on their position was his home in this world.
"It's very close."
He could only speak in a breathy voice, trying to make the words disappear in the air as soon as they came out of his throat. One of the dead eyes was blocked by a portable artillery mirror, so he couldn't see clearly, but he was also in the position opposite them.
"It's quite close indeed, Captain."
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