Line 1, Communists camp
Zhang Xiaofei had just helped team leader Liu Anming fill out the comprehensive form and stretched to move the firewood from the living camp commander, but he was hugged by a man.
It was Captain Li Ye... He was also the person Zhang Xiaofei blushed as soon as he saw him.
"Aren't you... Busy in the main tent?"
When Li Ye heard that he was not talking about him, he lowered his head and looked a little disappointed.
"The minds of the nine teams are so fast that everyone in the certain camp in a certain district knows it... Moreover, almost all the battalions in An Village here are occupied. They will go to meet with Yu Mo of Line 2 next year. I have nothing to do now, so I am here to tease you."
Zhang Xiaofei's ears are red
"No, I didn't mean that... Are you tired? Yu Mo's brigade just lied to me with Captain Liu, saying that I threw my previous puppet into the river..."
Li Ye couldn't help laughing.
"Tsk... Why are you so stupid?"
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"Don't shout out, the enemy will find out."
In the ruins after the bombing, Zhang Xiaofei tore open the first aid kit with his teeth and used trembling hands to press the bleeding wound in Li Ye's abdomen.
This is the third year of their acquaintance. From being a stunned young man and a cold-faced captain who disliked each other, to being a life-or-death acquaintance who broke out of the siege back to back.
"Don't sleep... We promised to see victory together."
In the last battle before the bloody dawn, Li Ye promised in a low voice when he carried him out of the siege: "When I win, I have a secret to tell you."
But the moment the charge horn sounded, Zhang Xiaofei blocked the bullet fired at Li Ye with his body.
The last thing he heard was Li Ye's broken roar, and the words they had been fighting for their whole lives faintly coming from the distance——
"Long live the People's Republic of China…."
The long night was torn apart by artillery fire, and the mountains and rivers woke up bathed in blood.
The grass roots are chewed and the iron is salty, and the barrel of the gun is hot.
The bonfire in the secret camp reflects the shadow of the knife, and the oath is engraved in the bones.
If you don't believe that the spring breeze won't call you back, just watch the flags crack the old court.
The rain of bullets wetted the ragged clothes, and his back disappeared into the green gauze tent.
Good news spreads across the glacier, and the heart and gallbladder shine brightly.
When there is a new word in the world, I will recommend Yanhuang with my blood.
He laughed loudly and went out, seeing the dawn behind him.
Purpose: Remember history
