Shuo Yu tiptoed and finally saw their regimental commander coming towards them in the trench, followed by a dusty guy, a student who looked very young, but his clothes were even more ragged than theirs. But the most special thing was the smile on his face, which was rare among them, very refreshing. A breath of fresh air blew to their position on the flag slope.
He wondered,
He was curious about the other side, just like the other side was curious about everything on their position. This guy's eyes were darting around, his hands wanted to touch everything, and he even wanted to pull the fuse of a grenade to try it out. But it was snatched away by a new cannon fodder who already had some common sense. It would blow someone up!
The highest commander here has returned to his position. Every fool stopped cheering and lowered his head as if he had done nothing.
At the same time, everyone was also curiously looking at the guy who suddenly appeared behind him. He was young and fresh, full of vitality, and his eyes were bright and beautiful.
Shuo Yu approached the newcomer curiously.
"Hello, hello!"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Shuo Yu thought this guy was quite interesting.
The little "Yugong" touched the gun on his body curiously, with an excited look on his face. Shuoyu handed the gun to him and showed him how to shoot, pull the bolt, and change the bullet, just like teaching a new recruit on the flag-worship slope. He thought this was the new recruit brought by their regiment commander.
On the other side, Si La Si La took a helmet and threw it at Mi Long's feet while he was singing about the love between husband and wife. You can see from his expression that he wanted to throw Mi Long's big butt more.
At this time, everyone knew that their leader didn't like them doing this, so they shut up and started looking for something of their own to do. The old cannon fodders saw that there was nothing exciting to watch, so they all came down soon and went to their own places.
"Hey, I saw the battlefield you mentioned. It's amazing, really!" The little Yugong said to their leader's back, without needing their leader to respond, and continued to talk to himself. He really was a guy with many problems.
"Are you cooking here? What are you cooking?"
"Boiled bananas in salt water are not tasty." Shuo Yu was the only one who answered his question. Most people just looked at him, or looked at him secretly.
"Really? Can I try it?"
"There should still be some in the pot."
Shuo Yu watched him naturally pick up the wooden spoon and eat the little bit of boiled plantain in salt water left in the pot, swallowing it effortlessly. The smile on his face had not faded since he came in. For some reason, when he saw this guy, the image of Xiao Zui appeared in his mind. Maybe it was because they were both equally clumsy.
Before this guy fell again, he supported him and responded with a warm smile. He did not dislike this smile. Now this young "Foolish Old Man" was reciting poems happily. Such cheerfulness and infectiousness made his heart happy as well. He couldn't help but smile on his face.
"I saw it! I saw the battlefield you mentioned. I didn't write it, but it suddenly came to my mind, really—cannonballs can't knock down the vitality of spring seedlings. The seeds beneath the iron wings can only generate some resistance, rising up in response. Warriors of the great era, standing tall like towers on our land—!"
A small flame was burning. The mud people looked at him, staring at him blankly, not knowing what to do, nor what this guy was doing. Shuoyu was closest to him and could hear it most clearly.
He looked at the back of their leader. He didn't know why he stopped there, neither looking back nor walking away. He just stopped there. Maodou stood on Shuoyu's shoulder and listened to the recitation of this young Yugong with him.
"No force can extinguish the burning embers of our eyes, no sound can drown out the roar of our anger. The seeds of revival are conceived in the fireworks, truly! Survival must be fought for through death, passion nurtures the flower of freedom, and we must raise the torch in the dark night!"
If he had read this poem, he would have recited it with the little Yugong. How passionate and energetic such a guy is. Even if he looks young, you would think such people would stay young forever. They would not grow old. They would stay young forever. They are always full of passion, curiosity, and thirst for knowledge.
Their eyes are bright, their souls are free, their backs are straight, they have nothing, but they have the most precious thing in the world.
Shuo Yu sat and looked at this excited guy. The young Yu Gong pulled their leader and said that he really saw it and everything he said was true.
Dead, dead, as if he didn't see it. Maybe he finally realized that this guy was out of place. He was completely different from them. He was so abrupt. He looked at their leader who seemed to have become very busy suddenly. He looked around but didn't look at the little Yugong he brought back.
Milong came down from the front, holding a dead helmet in his hand, staring with his bull eyes, with a silly look on his face, and approached their leader.
"What's going on? You don't even want the helmet anymore. What the hell is this? What did I do wrong?"
Milong looked at the guy behind him who was still reciting among the cannon fodder, winking and making faces.
"Who is this? Did you pull it? Where did you get it from?"
But he had no way of answering these questions. Perhaps he had just realized that he had brought back a big trouble, a big trouble that made him not know where to start. He could not be ruthless or cruel to this Yugong like he was to the cannon fodder.
Shuo Yu didn't care about that. He showed the student their weapons and fortifications, and gave him a gun, a pretty good Type 38 rifle. But this guy was talking to them about the Soviet Union.
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