Chapter Thirty

  Yu Xiaoqing knelt down again before his words had even faded away, with a thud. I think the bruises on his knees were all in the same spot. "Tell me how to hit," he said.

  Stillness, silence, his subordinates stood like clay or wooden statues, so quiet that one could hear the sound of a dog's breathing. It honestly and unceremoniously went over, sniffing Yu Xiaoqing from head to toe. Yu Xiaoqing still had no expression, while Zhang Lixian's face finally revealed anger.

  "My army doctor is dead, I have to go bury him." Dead, dead, he said.

  Yu Xiaoqing asked: "When will you be back?"

  "... maybe never come back."

  I followed my squad leader out, Yu Xiaoqing was kneeling there motionless, his subordinates surrounding him and staring at the air.

  We tidied up Hao's body in the thatched hut of the medical station. We put him on a bed, and the wounded soldier next to him stared blankly at him. A grey mosquito net was the closest thing to white we could find on Flag Slope, so we used it to wrap Hao's body, along with his tobacco pouch and the odds and ends he had been holding in his hand.

  The dragon made a thin coffin outside the shed with the help of Dou Bao, which was really for the dead, not for his future. The dragon looked sad and listless.

  Sometimes we look outside the shed and see him walking his dog or absent-mindedly being walked by the dog.

  Everyone here is guilty, so we have no intention of making Hao Lao's funeral a ceremony or a farce. It doesn't need to be grand enough for the team leader to preside over it. Burying him in a place where shells won't fall is enough. My team leader was escaping, Yu Xiaoqing's knife struck exactly at the point, he had no choice but to escape.

  We put the white veterinary stretcher into the coffin and looked at the white body.

  The white body has become a black mound. Snake Butt nailed down a wooden sign: The Tomb of Junior Military Doctor Hao Xichuan, Shaanxi Xi'an. The Mourning Star somehow got some hell money and scattered it in the wind, he didn't scatter it would be better, he scattered it and it was really bleak to the point where we wanted to cry but couldn't.

  Like all funerals, it was stiff, thin and cold. The dead had been buried, and every living person felt empty in their heart. Dead, dead, crouched beside, not making a sound, scratching his hair desperately, scratching until dandruff flew everywhere.

  Hao Lao may need to take care of his own funeral first, he is the most experienced person in our group when it comes to funerals. I swear we all want to do our part well, but end up doing worse and worse. We only have experience in messing things up.

  "The Mortal Gate Star said: 'They've arrived.' He meant that Yu Xiaoqing and his party had already descended the mountain and were walking across the empty space within our field of vision."

  Yu Xiaoqing's steps were very stiff, his two legs seemed to be unable to bend, and he walked unsteadily. He had to rely on several of his crippled subordinates to support him. They walked with great sorrow and coldness, their eyes not daring to glance sideways, like a flock of egrets frozen in the icy riverbank all night.

  The dragon could only hold back its laughter and asked, "Is that kid still kneeling?"

  I laughed as if I was coughing, "He's probably... capable of it."

  "Three more hours, okay? Be good and stay inside."

  But I noticed something was wrong. Dead silence, fiercely scratching his head, almost scratching out his brain flower. The Yu Xiaoqings quickly got into their vehicles, but Yu Xiaoqing refused to sit, standing stiffly, holding onto the gun rack. Tang Ji sat in the passenger seat next to Zhang Lixian.

  He suddenly stood up with a loud noise — I knew he was going to cause trouble.

  "Master!" he shouted loudly.

  Yu Xiaoqing turned around, narrowing his eyes to look at him. Even a clay figure would have been irritated by now, let alone Yu Xiaoqing, who was a hot-tempered person through and through.

  He took out one hand from his pocket and waved it, the thing in his hand flew towards Yu Xiaoqin's jeep in a parabolic curve.

  That was an MK II fragmentation grenade, definitely one of the ones he had taken from Mysterion a few days ago.

  It was a close call. With a loud thud, the thing landed heavily in the back of the Jeep, bouncing from the back of the chair to the seat cushion, and then from the seat cushion to Yu Xiaoqing's feet, rolling around under his feet. A second of stunned silence, and then the people in the small convoy scattered like birds and beasts. He Shuguang, who was not in the same car as Yu Xiaoqing, quickly jumped out of the car and hid behind it; Tang Ji, who was in the same car as Yu Xiaoqing, flipped down with an agility that belied his age, he was very cunning, and dove under the car. Zhang Lixian had found a position at the front of the car, but he ran back after hiding, wanting to knock over his instructor's seat.

  His instructor stared coldly at the hand grenade spinning under his feet, casually pushed Zhang Lixian away and said: "Don't make a fool of yourself." Then he bent down, picked up the un-pulled grenade, and threw it back to Deadla. Deadla didn't lose face, stretched out his hand and caught it.

  Yu Xiaoqing asked: "What do you mean?"

  "Die die say: 'There is something that is not afraid of death, want to find someone who is not afraid of death to do it together.'"

  Yu Xiaoqing's mouth corners didn't move, but he gave people the feeling that he seemed to have half a smile, "Why don't you try again?"

  "I don't dare." Deadla deadla said so with his mouth, but he really threw the grenade back. This time Yu Xiaoqing was prepared and stretched out to catch it. Then that guy got off the car, walked over, and casually slapped the grenade onto Deadla's hand, "Where are you going?"

  Si La Si La pointed to our temporary residence at the foot of the mountain and Yu Xiao Qing went ahead on horseback. Si La Si La found it inconvenient to hold onto the hand grenade, so he casually tossed it back to me. I hastily gripped the safety clip tightly - that thing had been played with by Mi Long, and then they used it as a baseball, the safety pin was already a bit loose.

  We all stared silently. Yu Xiaoqing went into the room first, and then entered with a thud. Yu Xiaoqing's subordinates slowly came to their senses, and our people also slowly came to their senses. Ah Yi suddenly appeared from nowhere and helped Tang Ji up from under the car.

  Yu Xiaoqing suddenly appeared at the door and called out to me, "Lieutenant, come in!"

  I didn't go in right away, first I pulled out the safety pin on the hand grenade and threw it into an uninhabited area, a loud explosion echoed through the valley. This thing was a troublemaker transformed, and I heard the echo of fate. Then I entered that room which I really, really did not want to enter.

  As I entered the house, Yu Xiaoqing had just thrown his coat to one side and was spreading out on the table a map that he had drawn under the South Heaven Gate. He was searching for various odds and ends not only to hold down the map but also to represent different attacking and defending positions. Unfortunately, this house, originally built by Americans, wasn't very useful, with too few knick-knacks around. My battalion commander started acting like a beggar, "Give me something to use as weights."

  I'm too lazy to care. Yu Xiaoqing is honest in this matter, the gun has been put down, and the Zhongzheng sword has also been unloaded. Dead or alive, still stretching out his hand, Yu Xiaoqing looked at us two dead-alive people with a dull gaze, "Do you think I would bring a purse when I go out? No."

  He gave me a look and I knew that was accusation, but the heaviest thing on me was probably old mud. "I let them take it," I said.

  "Shut the door. This is top secret. Don't go anywhere, just stay here and listen." The serious tone made me want to laugh, but if it weren't for Yu Xiaoqing being there, I really would have burst out laughing. Yu Xiaoqing couldn't help but smile, his mouth twitching as he seemed to be thinking of giving my team leader another little "gift". "Don't you have one yourself?"

  "My team leader said, 'I'll use it later.'"

  I knew it was another small trap. Starting from a young age, being cheap and losing step by step, finally forgetting what you originally wanted to insist on. But Yu Xiaoqing didn't know, he was so angry that he wanted to hum, but lowered his head and kicked his feet, after a while, two horseshoes were thrown on the table with a loud clang.

  He died and died, flattening his map neatly. "Master doesn't even ride a horse, what's the point of wearing two spurs?"

  Yu Xiaoqin's voice was choked with emotion, "...... I'm willing."

  "It's actually quite good-looking. Hmm, Master hasn't gotten married yet." Die die die, which pot doesn't open and which pot does.

  Yu Xiaoqing's face turned a bit green with rage, "What business is it of yours?... My old man's wish is to one day ride his horse and wield his sword in the Central Plains, beheading Japanese soldiers. What does it have to do with you?"

  Die already! You're still not giving up? "Isn't that a bit too early? And... using a kick to take down a tank?"

  "You... say one more word and you're asking for trouble!" Yu Xiaoqing's index finger quickly poked the back of Della's head, but Della suddenly turned around, making the finger point at her own nose. "The attack must begin on a heavily foggy day."

  Yu Xiaoqin was taken aback, "What?"

  "Charge, Master!"

  Yu Xiaoqing was about to be embarrassed by his own mistake and almost awkwardly withdrew his hand, "Oh, attack."

  I coldly watched Xiao Hua Zhai and Yu Xiaoqing's advance and retreat. Old tricks repeated, circling around you seven or eight times, then suddenly rushing in the direction he wanted to go. He had already woken up, and was energized, then took us according to his plan to die - of course, he would try his best to make us live.

  Yu Xiaoqing has calmed down and is being serious. He can't match wits with this slick guy, his only way out is to be even more serious than Yu Xiaoqing, to be more like Yu Xiaoqing himself, which makes me almost find him a bit lovable.

  He's already saying his second must, "Must get close to bayonet range before opening fire, don't even open fire."

  Yu Xiaoqing was also a quick-reacting person, and he asked back: "Wait a minute. Why attack on a foggy day? The planes taking off from the Yunnan border are equivalent to suicide, and the fog indicates that the artillery's suppressive power is at least two-thirds gone, and air strikes are completely ineffective. What have we been waiting for all this time? Single-shot rifles and bayonets?"

  "Ah, ah, I only know that Takeuchi Renzan has been waiting all along. On a fine day with not a cloud in the sky, he will deal with American planes and the cannons of the enemy's warships."

  Yu Xiaoqing didn't say anything more. At least all of this had been proven on the sand table, and no one would have a deeper impression than him.

  A pencil pokes at the Nujiang River boundary line on the map, and that point is where we went down to the west bank. The pen strokes across the river with ease, I hope we can cross the river as easily when the time comes. Then the pen moves along the riverbank, advancing on the beach below the South Tianmen Gate where we have climbed back and forth several times.

  “……don't enter the shooting range set up by the Japanese on the Nujiang River, use the old route to cross the river. Don't think about heavy artillery, at most a few ropes can only pull two hundred guys with their heads tied to their waists. From experience, the Japanese will definitely launch a fierce blind attack in thick fog, and bringing more people would be underestimating their accuracy rate. If I'm lucky, I can sneak here with two hundred guys.” said Si La Si La.

  I shivered slightly, I knew what was going to happen, Yu Xiaoqing also knew. "Then, a fight with swords?"

  "Whatever, whatever - two hundred people, all of them must be veterans who have fought for more than four years."

  Yu Xiaoqing furrowed his brow, making him give up the planes and cannons he had prepared for two years. His eyebrows were not even furrowed so tightly before. In our war rules, new recruits are used as cannon fodder, the most useless among the useless, and old soldiers who have been fighting for four years without dying or being injured are treasures, too precious.

  "Are you going to wipe out the entire army with just your first wave?" Yu Xiaoqing asked.

  "I don't want to be blocked by the corpses of new recruits in the tunnel - the tunnel is very important, everything depends on it." Si La said calmly, but also with a hint of sadness, for his mind was made up. This determination made Yu Xiaoqing no longer argue back, and I shivered slightly again.

  The pen moved very slowly, the tip of the pen was on the marked path on the map, but his mind was wandering in the dark underground. Yu Xiaoqing and I were the same, we were all feeling our way through the darkness, without seeing the sunlight. That would only make the mood even heavier, and Yu Xiaoqing was no exception.

  "In a place with no light, lack of oxygen, where one can only rely on smell and hearing, and can only crawl using elbows and knees, one bullet can penetrate several people - in such a place, one Japanese soldier can hold off our entire company." He said.

  "That's good, such places are easily blown up, and the people inside are just forever unopened cans - I've heard that suffocated people will scratch their faces to shreds." said Dead Dead.

  Yu Xiaoqing furrowed his brow, he had no interest in bloodshed, "You can stop there."

  "I mean, a Chinese soldier can hold up an entire Japanese battalion in a place like this, as long as he's willing to consider himself dead."

  Yu Xiaoqing took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat, he certainly wanted it, we all wanted it. I also wanted to wipe my sweat, but I only had dirty sleeves.

  The Japanese army's combat skills and cultural refinement are superior to ours, so in this way of fighting, we actually have an advantage, although it is a helpless one. We are launching a sneak attack, and in the dark alleys, we don't need to touch our opponents to confirm their identity. Dead lah dead lah says we can learn a few Japanese phrases; at each intersection, put one or two people, so they can't figure out which direction we're attacking from, and we can also mix in some Japanese military firearms, anyway, everyone has no choice but to listen carefully to distinguish the enemy; it's pitch black, as long as you have the guts to throw yourself into the darkness, those who are clever will always gain an advantage. Dead lah dead lah emphasizes that this matter must be kept secret, absolutely confidential, and even our superiors cannot be informed of the details, many things we've lost due to leaks.

  Yu Xiaoqing looked at me and said, "Then should I kill him to silence him?"

  I poked straight ahead and let myself face him, anyway he would never look at me with a favorable eye, I knew my captain would never let him do anything to me.

  "Die, die, shaking his head,"This man is no good, but he can also be used for something. He has use."

  Yu Xiaoqing is going to die, die, and then continue speaking, because these plans are still not enough for attacking the South Heavenly Gate.

  Die die, continue saying: "Must train. This is a gamble with one's life, can't afford to lose. Have to set up a venue, let two hundred people use gasoline barrels as their home."

  Yu Xiaoqing can provide a secluded place with free admission and a gasoline barrel, but if 200 people go to drill the gasoline barrel, one casualty and one corpse can block the way forward. He asked what to do if someone dies?

  He died without hesitation, "The people behind him exploded." He had thought of it long ago.

  "But in an enclosed space, a string of people in a gasoline barrel, the explosion will inevitably affect others, what to do? A string of people, no way out, no way in."

  "Die, die, say: 'The person closest to the blast point uses his body to block the explosion... so as not to implicate his sworn brothers.'"

  That's a crazy and heroic idea, plus dead men and fools, to the point where Yu Xiaoqing and I both have an urge to cry.

  Yu Xiaoqing asked in surprise: "Who would be so reckless?"

  Die, die, looking at Yu Xiaoqing, "I will, you will, Master, everyone will, even this scoundrel will. Because we've already crawled into the gasoline barrel, no way in, no way out."

  Yu Xiaoqing fell silent for a moment, to bring his attention back to reality rather than indulging in wild fantasies. Then he asked: "The gasoline barrel only reaches the halfway point of the Second Defense's Shiban Stone, where there is a cluster of Japanese machine guns. Two hundred people can't sneak past. Are we going to force our way through? When you die, six arms won't be enough to cover all the gun muzzles - what are we going to do?"

  "Whatever, I give up."

  Yu Xiaoqing said incredulously: "Two hundred people? In the encirclement of over two thousand Japanese soldiers?"

  "There is a tunnel, a proper permanent work, with lights and electricity, water and communication, leading directly to the main fortress. Only five or six meters of earth separate us from it. I adopted the tactics of Captain Zhang of the Special Service Company, using the Half Mountain Rock as our lifesaving rock, defending it and advancing with torches."

  "Take the main fort directly?"

  "Good grief! What's gotten into you? You've done so many things that no human being should ever do."

  Yu Xiaoqing is no longer concerned about this, "Take down the main fort, and then defend it to the death. Two hundred veteran soldiers, with excellent equipment, occupying a strategic location, have great potential, can suppress the enemy's advance, can stop the enemy's retreat, are like poisonous medicine poured into the belly of a bamboo tube. At this time... no, before that, when you just reached the halfway point on the mountain, I began to launch a general attack across the river." He was excited.

  He's now in a state of mind that's somewhere between expectation and evasion, or maybe I should just call it luck. He asked hesitantly, "......how is it?"

  Yu Xiaoqing's face turned red with anger, "There are too many loopholes, and it's full of flaws."

  "Dead, dead, said: 'As for the deployment of troops and joint attacks, I can't even keep up with half of what Commander Hai is doing. It's just a wild idea, and it's absolutely impossible to force it, let's just see if this is possible.'"

  "It's a bold and innovative idea. So... with 200 men, two main battalions, special operations battalion, search company, guard company, there are plenty of brave and skilled fighters, you just go ahead and choose." Yu Xiaoqing said generously.

  He didn't take pride in being trusted, he always had so many reasons to go against Yu Xiaoqing, "That won't do. That's for sending pastries to Zhūnèi. I want to use my own people."

  Yu Xiaoqing got angry again, "My man is a dim sum? Then your man must be a moldy mantou."

  He's dead, dead, explaining that Yu Xiaoqing's people are very good, all of them are great, but they don't listen to him.

  Yu Xiaoqing said: "Your orders are like mountains. You've taken my spear, and if anyone on the battlefield doesn't listen to you, I'll shoot them dead too."

  "Dead, dead! To be honest, Master, let's talk frankly. Orders are like mountains, but is this war? Which country's soldiers fight in such a way? Once you enter the mouse hole, can orders still be effective? Is this wiping one's butt or not? No one helps you wipe your butt, so you have to use your own hand."

  Yu Xiaoqin hesitated for a moment, he hadn't become stubborn to the point of taking "death" as nonsense, but this was also far from his initial expectations. Then he said: "...Then there's no chance of winning at all. Your people are useless, and I don't have the heart to let them go die either."

  "Die, die, die! I'm so annoyed!"

  I was stunned for a moment, mainly because I never thought he and Yu Xiaoqing would still have a gap to give me another shot, "......what's the matter?"

  Yu Xiaoqing burst out laughing, "With this kind of detestable and abhorrent attitude, you still expect to lead such subordinates into battle?"

  "Die la die la told me, 'Meng, I have an ulterior motive for everything I do. No one else was called, but you were summoned here to listen to something that shouldn't concern you, and it's because we need to make use of you.'"

  I know, and I don't want to hear it.

  "You now know what I want you to do. You're annoying, stop being annoying for now. You've seen the Southern Heaven Gate become a monster, and we've been living under its feet, dying and coming back to life. Now, we're going to go fight that monster. It's us again, not others, not those people who owe you, but us, these stray cats and dogs with nine lives who have been beaten to death eight times and still have half a life left. Don't ask how it's always us, it just is. What if this battle is unwinnable? If we lose, the Japanese will throw our corpses into the Nujiang River, and we'll be chasing after Kang while the Southern Heaven Gate is still in their hands. If we win, those colleagues you dislike will step on our graves to get to the top of the Southern Heaven Gate. Everyone has their own fate, everyone has their own debts to pay. Now tell me, can we, I and these people who are nothing but cannon fodder, win this battle using my method?" He asked me.

  "I said: 'Don't ask me... what's the point of asking me?'"

  "Didn't ask you. Think about your sworn brothers, no distinction between you and me, same lump of mud, dug out, molded into bricks by fate, where can we still be distinguished? I'm just asking myself, you should also ask yourself."

  "I don't want to say... You can take us to our deaths! You have the power! It was given to you by your superiors! We've also entrusted our lives to you!" My voice grew louder and louder.

  "Die, die, shaking head," "I didn't. I used to dream of having it, now I'm afraid I do. The old man is dead, I was afraid of him before. Yes, I'm not as straightforward as you, he's the one person I'm most afraid of, I don't like talking to him because I'm too ashamed to face him. Now that he's dead, I think I should shoot myself for my own negligence. And you? Meng, what do you think?"

  I let out a loud shout - almost a scream: "We can win! We can win! Isn't that what you want me to say?! I said it, spare my life, okay?! It wasn't you who brought us here, but we came together, and now you're paying the price for your own words! There's no mistake, we can win! Win big! Kill them all, we'll bet our lives on it! How could such madness not lead to victory?!" Yes, this was his goal all along.

  Die la die la patted me and turned around, looking at Yu Xiaoqing. Yu Xiaoqing had been watching from the side, not with a cold eye, but observing. Die la die la started speaking, with his back to me, yet it was directed at me: "Leave now, Meng, you've found someone who makes you feel at ease. Now you can say what you want to say, you've already said the thing you least wanted to say, you've made good use of yourself, you're worthy of yourself. Go."

  I really want to thank him, finally said a sentence I wanted to hear. I feel very tired, like a skeleton being pushed out, and when I went out, Yu Xiaoqing was staring at my despicable captain all the time.

  Yu Xiaoqing had always wondered why he shamelessly kept asking Dalala how to fight, but Dalala never told him. Now he knew. He didn't believe the reason Dalala gave him either - "Because Master is also someone who isn't afraid of death."

  I stood at the door, intending to leave, but turned back to look at them again. One was hunched and the other straight, the hunched one strained to stand up straight, but he had already become accustomed to being hunchbacked.

  "I surrender, Master. I can't hold on anymore. Whoever believes in you will give their life to you. Who should I entrust myself to? What should I believe in? A hollow person like me will collapse with just one more push. I won't think wildly anymore, I'll surrender. Like this, find someone trustworthy and get things done." Dead or alive, looking at Yu Xiaoqing said.

  Yu Xiaoqing was half-believing and half-doubting, "Is it true or false?"

  "It's fine as long as things are done, it's fine as long as there's an explanation. Who cares if it's true or false."

  “……I never expected you to say that, I don't know whether to be happy or angry. We've made too many promises over the years, I don't want to make any more, all I can say is do my best, to live up to your trust in me, no matter what's true or not.” Yu Xiaoqing patted the shoulder of his team leader, who now looked very bewildered. He smiled and said: “I have to let you know, trusting someone means trusting them, it's not called surrendering.”

  I think he wanted to hug his forever untamed opponent, but he must have hated having a third person see his emotional display - I left before he glared over at me.

  I wandered aimlessly on the empty ground, and the dog ran over to me, greeting me in its own way. I squatted down and hugged it, stroking its fur - I felt like I needed a hug too. Afterwards, it followed me as I continued to wander.

  True or false, Yu Xiaoqing, who is so rich that writing a name would cost half a inkstone of ink, has the leisure to think about it. All I know is that he's dead and can't hold on any longer. This old swindler envies most a red-haired skull that was sold but still helped people count money. The red-haired skull died in the west, like our answer, which was also buried in the west.

  Zhang Lixian and He Shuguang were lame, but they still tried to make themselves as straight as their beliefs. They also knew that the Master would not appear for a while, so they lit a bonfire at the parking place and heated up the dry food they brought with them to pass the dinner of the day.

  Tang Ji doesn't know where he went, I guess he must have taken A Yi to investigate my team's misdeeds again. Without a stable one, those guys' eyes on me are even less friendly. I pulled up the originally loose military uniform and made it into a cloak, making them even more resentful. I patted the head of the dog meat, so that they would understand that this time I am not so weak.

  He passed by me without a word, his gait was strange, stiff and straight as if he had something between his legs. I tripped him with my foot, but instead of pouncing on me, he solemnly nodded at me.

  "What's wrong with you?"

  "You don't wear a uniform like that." He said, then stretched out his hand and buttoned up all the buttons on my clothes that could be buttoned, making our already tattered clothes look even more like rags.

  I was really surprised, "You've been caught in the rain a lot, has water gotten into your brain?"

  "There are outsiders present. Can't lose to those little chicks." He glances at the always straight-laced Zhang Lixian and puffs out his thin chest, making himself look like a worn-out clothes rack. I was stunned and lost interest in unbuttoning the buttons he had fastened on me.

  But he still had a casual interest and swung his palm, "How many times did the captain get hit today?"

  I replied irrelevantly: "We are about to become heroes."

  "Not spicy" let out a "ha", "They look up to us?"

  Fortunately, it was very dark, and I could get away from these comrades who didn't know whether they were dead or alive. They piled themselves up like a snake's tail about to go into battle, standing there with their chests out like mourning door gods, the red cloth on the knife handles spread out like flags on their heads, counting one two three four five, and the bean cakes were doing big flips like a humanoid ape or an apelike human.

  The Mourning Gate Star said in a loud voice: "Is there anyone else who can translate like Yu Shi?"

  The snake's butt responded, "No way! If there is again, I'll swallow the kitchen knife!"

  The bean pancake fell flat on its face, panting and saying: "......can't flip it anymore."

  She Bi Gong and Sang Men Xing covered his mouth together, whispering urgently: "Flip again, flip again."

  Yu Xiaoqing shouted in the house: "Paper! Pen! Map No. 6! Zhang Lixian! Come in! —— Yu Zhi, call the American over!"

  I turned back to take a look, and Yu Xiaoqing had gone back into the house. Zhang Lixian, who was standing next to some objects, stopped glaring at us with hatred and ran inside without even covering his butt, which had been beaten until it was bruised. He Yuguang and Yu Zhi began busily searching for the things that Yu Xiaoqing wanted, not even bothering to cover their own battered butts.

  The Cannon Fodder Corps didn't have a good time tonight, because of the existence of the elite, even the most broken cannon fodder wants to grasp from the void the dignity that has never been had - but that's not us.

  Yu Xiaoqing immediately moved the command center here, and the elite troops were coming in and out like servants. I don't know how I can sleep tonight - someone is planning our death.

  The raging fire of the elite has turned into smoldering ash, those guys are still carrying in a daze-like manner another batch of certain maps or lists, almost every scrap on Yu Xiaoqing's car has been rummaged through by them. The scum as usual can't get involved, the stall that lasted all night is about to pass, yawning with boredom and staring blankly, She Pi's butt finally habitually goes to scratch his ribs, being slapped away by Nie Lai with a gloomy face.

  I watched with a cold eye as Zhang Lixian limped even more severely than I did, grabbing another map scroll and jumping in front of me. I said: "Just listening to the dead order - can't you just take all the maps at once?" I'm sure they're not that stupid, but their admiration for Yu Xiaoqing is a bit overboard. Zhang Lixian glared at me subconsciously.

  There was another more unconscious guy, He Shuguang suggested: "He owed a beating again, Old Zhang." But Zhang Lixian was a bit more clever, patted his head and jumped back to the car to grab the map bag.

  He rushed back to the house with a map pouch, almost colliding with Yu Xiaoqing, who was hurrying out. After a whole evening, he finally came out of the house, with my captain hot on his heels. Yu Xiaoqing didn't look like Yu Xiaoqing, and neither did "dead" look like "dead". Their faces, mouths, hands, and bodies were all stained with ink. The two men, normally neat and tidy, now looked disheveled. Yu Xiaoqing's buttons had finally come undone, even the white undershirt was stained with ink, and he was waving an account book in his hand - my captain was chasing after him with an abacus. In short, the two of them looked like two angry accountants.

  Yu Xiaoqing slammed the book in his hand towards him, and my deskmate, who had been beaten by Yu Xiaoqing once before, never forgot to wear a helmet whenever Yu Lao Da was around. He lowered his head and used the helmet to block it.

  Yu Xiao Qing pointed at him and shouted: "What do you want with that?" He pointed to a lower position, pointing to the waist of the dead body. The dead body looked down and saw the Colt pistol given by Yu Xiao Qing, so he took it off and said: "If you want it, take it back."

  Even a fool can see that he is speaking evasively, this kind of trick has already disgusted everyone here - except Yu Xiaoqing, who said: "Who's talking about this broken gun?"

  "Don't pretend. You said this gun is your favorite." Dead dead pretending to be silly.

  "...I'm talking about that! That! —— there's not even a door!" Yu Xiaoqing said, finishing with a burst of great anger, and walked towards his own car. He jumped up, then found that only he had gotten on the car. Everyone - including his subordinates - was staring at him in a daze. Yu Shi Zuo was always strict, but this kind of thing, like a quarrel in a vegetable market, was actually a first.

  "Go! What are you waiting for here?!" He didn't even know who he was shouting at, but his loyal followers immediately responded. With a loud rumbling noise, they quickly loaded the things that had been unloaded from the car into the house last night back onto the car. The dust rose to the sky. Tang Ji was also supported out of a certain room. The small convoy rushed away with lightning speed and great momentum, as if they had been defeated.

  He looked like he had just picked up a purse weighing several tens of kilograms.

  "What... have you done to him again?" I asked.

  "Not a big deal, not a big deal. Others are wealthy and powerful, a single sneeze from them is like a thunderstorm to me. What can I do? He said, then ran towards our broken jeep that was moving backwards, his posture somewhat comical. I think he's imitating Yu Xiaoqing again, someone he's always admired. As soon as he climbed onto the car, he yelled at all of us: "Let's go! Let's go! Where are my men? Have they all deserted me? I'll kick each and every one of you back into line! Those who behave will walk forward and show me a decent face! Those who don't will retreat backwards and show me their backsides!"

  We were all aghast - except for me - such spirit had not been seen in our camp for a long time.

  "Dragon said in surprise: 'How did he come back to life?' I couldn't help but look at Dragon, his expression was very strange; I looked at the others, each of their expressions were also very strange. Dragon was smiling, everyone was smiling, no one had smiled like this since Hao Lao walked away, it was a joy that had been lost and then regained. He finally came back to life again. I looked at my captain, I saw bitterness and desolation - do you know where we're going, my brothers?"

  He's dead! He's dead! The unspeakable pain in his eyes, perhaps only I, who know the whole story, can see clearly. He started shouting: "Go away! Go away! Li Tieguai, take him away!"

  I was pushed and almost fell to the ground. The Meng Long, Ke Ru Bo, Sang Men Xing and others didn't care that I'm a cripple, they swarmed towards those broken cars, or rather, the guy on the car who they were willing to blindly follow.

  "Not spicy" whispered behind me: "Where are you going?" But he quickly made a prompt move - I'll get there before him.

  We made a loud noise, like a cart full of ducks and crows. The car started quickly, and the broken-down cars of the defeated remnants chased after the dust of the elite troops.

  I was squeezed to the point of instability, and my team leader stretched out a hand to gently steady me - at least there's someone who can take care of me like a cripple. I lightly shook off his hand and gazed at the countryside flying by outside the window.

  A group of people who only know how to cry and feel pain, if there is one person who can hold onto their smile, then everyone who isn't blind will be able to see the stars. On a thousand nights, if only one night has stars, then all people will believe in heaven.