Later, all of them were awarded medals.
Ayi dressed up as if he was going to get married that day. Meng Fanle touched the shiny medals on his chest and smiled. He remembered that there was a person who envied the medals that Ayi always wore on his chest. If he knew about it, he would definitely be very excited. He always wanted to have a medal or something to hang on his chest.
But in the end, all he had was the dirty fingerprints of their regimental commander. Who was that person? Milong? Bu La? Shepig? He didn't know, he really didn't know.
They were going to war again. The day before yesterday, Meng Fanle and his commander were hit hard by the thing in Yu Xiaoqing's mouth in the hot spring in Heshun. He was still dizzy until now. He really wanted to have a good talk with someone, but it was not Ayi who was beside him now.
Before he could think about it, his always trouble-making regiment commander, at this moment, yelled to Master Yu to let him lead the Communist Party team to fight the devils. That voice was heard by almost everyone present, because there was a microphone in front of him that could amplify his voice a hundred times, just like on the South Heaven Gate.
And then everything changes, becomes chaotic and unclear. How long does it take to go from hero to prisoner?
A minute? An hour? Maybe just one sentence, just one sentence.
Everything has changed.
The people above locked them up one by one, so much so that Meng Fanle didn't know how much time had passed. However, during the days he was locked up, he became more and more clear about one fact: he was really going to die this time, and he was seeking death himself.
He didn't know where he was, but it was so dark here that it felt like they had entered the dark intestines again. He missed a hand so much, a hand that always talked to him at times like this, but now he was alone here.
He was dead, dead, and locked up somewhere else, that's for sure. I heard that the guy confessed everything very frankly. No matter what people threw at him, he admitted it. In the end, in order to make things look more reasonable, the people even changed his age and fabricated a new file, and even changed everyone else's age as well.
On the day of the execution, Long Wenjian was shot to death, and those who survived cried out "die, die!"
The day before, when Meng Fanle was holding a knife to hold Young Master Yu hostage and wanted to take away their leader, Zhang Lixian did the same thing as him, but this guy was holding a gun.
Then the two of them were kicked out by the dead one.
He had already made up his mind to die. His death in exchange for the other thirty-five was worth it to him. He said he would take them home. He had promised someone that he would never lie again, and he had to keep his word.
But he didn't expect that that night, he would be beaten up in his dream by a fairy who didn't look like a fairy at all.
"Are you sick?"
"I'm sick. I might really have a problem with my brain. Otherwise, how could I forget you, Banxian'er?"
"...I'm not the person you're talking about. I just have his memories. Is the butterfly that emerges from the cocoon still the same caterpillar? So I'm really not him. I'm sorry."
“…Why are you saying sorry?”
"I'm just a butterfly that broke into your dream, because he still has something to say to you?"
"who?"
Butterfly, which had already separated from everything, pointed at her heart with her finger. The guy named Shuo Yu or Ban Xian'er still had something to say because he was worried about his captain.
He smiled bitterly, not knowing why, but when he looked at the face in front of him, he remembered everything he had forgotten. He didn't know if he would forget again and not be able to remember anything after waking up from this damn dream.
Maybe he himself didn't even know that the expression on his face now was more pitiful than when a dog was begging for food, and more tender and affectionate than when Milong saw his wife and children.
"He told you not to do anything stupid. He didn't want you to die. But I think I came a little too late. You've already done something stupid."
"It's not too late, not at all."
"He also said that although he didn't know where your answer was, he wanted you to go to the Northwest. There was a teacher there who might be able to tell you the answer and teach you what you wanted to do."
"Okay, tell him I'll go."
"Well, that's good. I'm leaving."
"goodbye."
“…”
Then the dream woke up.
Meng Fanle watched his captain being beaten to death and fainted. But when he opened his eyes again, he was already in a dilapidated temple.
A dilapidated temple that he remembered vividly. They had stayed here for almost a week because of a sudden heavy rain when they first set out for Burma. He remembered Milong's unpleasant little song that night, and the warm firelight that night.
In his dream, he seemed to see someone, but he couldn't remember anything after waking up. His eyes lost focus as he watched the dead person reappear in front of him and waved to him.
He touched the water on his face that appeared out of nowhere and blinked his eyes.
His leader was alive again, and Dogmeat even limped around him, trying to grab the rabbit in his hand.
He heard his captain talking to him, and as soon as he opened his mouth he knew it was him. There was no mistake. He would not recognize his captain incorrectly.
Then he deserted again.
Because Si La Si La said he was going to the northwest, and someone told him there was a teacher who could give him the answer he wanted.
Meng Fanle asked who it was, but the guy himself couldn't tell who it was. He just said that an old immortal told him in a dream.
He just thought that he was lying again. He had gotten used to it anyway, so he reached out to grab the roasted rabbit meat from his hand and ate it. Northwest, that’s a very long way to get there!
He didn't know what the answer that Si La Si La was looking for was, nor was he interested. It was just that his leader shouted, "Within three meters," so he had to follow.
On the night they left Zenda, they picked up a child, a girl, on the roadside.
The child raised his head, looked at them, and said something.
"My name is Dashan, and I can protect you."
Then his team leader believed it. Anyway, they had already brought the lame Dog Meat with them, and they didn't need a child who could take care of himself, so Dashan joined them. Later, when he saw that the girl's attack power was no weaker than Dog Meat's before he became lame, he silently wiped the sweat from his head and was very glad that he didn't say anything.
When they walked more than ten miles out of Zenda, Meng Fanle suddenly seemed to hear a meow in his ear. He turned around and looked at Zenda, who had long disappeared, shook his head, and lamented why he had been having auditory hallucinations recently.
"Meng Quezi, within three meters—! Why do you always fall behind?"
"Damn it, I didn't! The young master is following me!"
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