Chapter 137 It's over

The sun rose in the wilderness, and most of the villages and towns in Liaodong became ruins in the year-long war. Only in the barracks with the national flag, which once belonged to the Russians and now returned to his master, can it be said that there are still living people under it.

On the Anfeng narrow-gauge railway repaired by the Japanese engineers, tens of thousands of workers recruited from the refugee camps are sweatingly. This is part of the "work for reparation" in the Northeast war zone. After a year of war, millions of people have become refugees and live in the refugee camps in Liaohe River. Now the refugees are returning home.

In the once abandoned farmland next to the railway line, there are already farmers working, and the clear river water flows slowly. Some teenagers are copying fish with fish as in the past. The woman washes clothes by the stones by the river. In the distance, the morning cooking smoke rises from the scorched black village. Here The pre-war vitality is being quickly restored.

Occasionally, the farmer who ploughs in the field will suddenly scream, either digging a corpse or an unexploded shell. It may take a long time for the traces of war to be naturally submerged.

The roaring train stopped. The soldiers who depended on each other were wrapped in blankets. Through the cracks in the door, they looked at the scenery on the battlefield. They looked out of the car. After the train passed the rickety wooden engineering railway bridge on the Yalu River, he hummed a poem and hummed a song.

"The battlefield is ten miles full of fishy wind, my horse's inverted sword is broken, the spring breeze buried my bones in my hometown mountain, waved my army into the east, and returned from victory to sing a triumphant song! Dare to leave a message when you go abroad..."

Return to the country!

Finally returned to China successfully!

The soldiers in the carriage looked at the mountains and rivers of the motherland outside the car through the cracks in the boards of the carriage. For the first time, they really felt the excitement of stepping on the land of the motherland.

Soldiers take obedience to orders as their vocation, and they can't hesitate and retreat at all. They did it. A few months ago, they came all the way to the northeast in the south, dividing the defense line of the Japanese army in the northeast, and besieging the main force of the Japanese army. From Fengtian City to Pyongyang, they fought again and again, and no one retreated, and now they finally I returned home.

Although the order to retreat and return to China is a little sudden, although some of them can't understand the order until now, when they set foot on the land of the motherland and breathe the air of the motherland, everyone can't help but miss their hometown and the mountains of their hometown. Water, water.

"Hey! Returning to China, the war must be over!"

"Yes! It's over! I can go home!"

"I don't know where your majesty's Xuntian is. If our two families are close to each other, then our brothers will build a house next to the wall. When we turn back, we will find a daughter-in-law. If the mother-in-law will give birth to sons, just like us, we will be good brothers for a lifetime. If it is a man and a woman, my daughter The woman is your daughter-in-law, and yours is my..."

The two said so, and they were all discussing their expectations for the future. In fact, they were the only ones in the carriage who were discussing the future, and the others were also discussing their own future in their mouths or hearts.

The water vapor spewed out by the locomotive, and from time to time poured into the carriage through the cracks of the wooden carriage with soot, and the carriage emitted a warm smell of putty. The floor of the carriage and the partition between the seats were full of soldiers. One by one, the soldiers who looked forward to the end of the war and returned home, and the large fields in Liaodong outside the car window, flashing or hard or soft luster retreated quickly.

In the laughter of the brothers, it seems that yesterday's bloody battle has become a distant past, and now all they need is to wait for orders. Perhaps, in a few days, the order to retire in batches will be issued. It was getting dark, and between the worn infantry leggings, a charcoal fire was ignited in the iron ring of the tripod and jumped on a transparent bayonet.

Someone took the lead in singing the song.

"Royal heroes, royal Han, Asians should plant Asian fields. Youth-year-old, youth-year-old, don't hurt each other. Not afraid of death, not loving money, husband will never be pitied..."

The song looks particularly majestic and desolate against the snowflakes fluttering outside the car window. The water tower electric pole flashing by the roadbed is like a white ghost, disappearing under the shock of the song. The sky seemed to be covered with a huge frosted glass medicine bottle, and the snowflakes slowly precipitated reluctantly, as if the sediment in the transparent medicine. The hazy sky has also inked the emerald green outline of the sequoia forest in the distance.

The winding figure of the whole military car was driving in the night. When it was halfway, the train suddenly stopped. Behind a slowly sliding window, there were countless faces, looking out solemnly and in surprise. They saw that there seemed to be cars parked beside the railway. How did they Do you park in this place where there is no village in front and no store in the back?

Who are these people? What are they doing here?

Looking at the trucks on both sides of the train and railway, some soldiers muttered in their hearts. They vaguely guessed something. Maybe, maybe everything is not over yet.

Just when everyone was surprised, a man who looked like an officer walked to the side of the carriage, and the silver-white waist knife he wore on his waist flashed like an open fire on the water on the side of the roadbed.

"Who are you?"

When the door of the people in the car was not opened, the officers and soldiers asked almost at the same time.

"Okay, brothers, the Ministry of Defense has a new order..."

The officer didn't have time to say more, so he gave a thumbs up and poked it behind his shoulder.

"Look, pick up your cars!"

The door of the next quarter of an hour was opened, and the soldiers with live ammunition who received the new order jumped down one after another. When they jumped off the train, the impact of guns and kettles clicked. A few minutes later, the cars drove away from both sides of the railway one by one, and the empty train left again. Move and drive in the other direction.

At the tops of the trees in the deep mountains and valleys, one or two tired birds stand out of their slender claws in the sky from time to time. In the valley, there are many tents, and in the open field, you can still see the horses' hooves rolling upside down.

A soldier bent down and tied his flawed boots with a telephone line. The other soldier leaned against the tent and tickled, and then owed.

"Do you want to play chess? Brother, I have chess made of shell casings in my bag.

Another soldier touched the shell casing that was smashed into a copper coin and fell leisurely.

At this time, "swaying" warriors can be seen everywhere in the valley. It seems that they are all very leisurely, but with a trace of anxiety in leisure.

"Wrap!"

With a bolt sound, the bolt of the rifle was quickly removed. Several soldiers lying in front of the simple wooden case dismantled the bolt there. With their movements, the rifle was disassembled, and then the barrel was cleaned and the firing pin were checked. It was all a busy scene, but farther away, some soldiers were It's like an idle person sitting or lying on the grass, looking at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky, all of which seem to be very comfortable.

But anyone can feel a little strange in this kind of leisure and comfort.

"Soldiers are very annoying!"

In the corridor in front of the wooden house, an officer whispered.

"Don't talk about them, even I'm going crazy right now!"

Another officer took over the words, with an impatient look on his face and a trace of anxiety in his eyes. When he was talking, he dismantled the branches in his hand from time to time, obviously to pass the time in this way.

The war is not terrible. The most terrible thing is the waiting now. When the troops withdrew from North Korea, everyone thought they could return to China, but on the way, a new order drove them into the ravine on the border between China and North Korea, and then everyone was waiting here. What are they waiting for?

No one knows, is it to prevent the war from burning back to China?

Maybe! At least the officers said so, but everyone knows that there are still several divisions on the border between China and North Korea, and why do they hide in this ravine?

"Energy! Energy!" !

"It's all over!"

That's right. In addition to mountain warfare training here, it seems to be an opportunity to spend energy at all. But in order to hide and not increase the training area, it is also this kind of anxiety that can't squander energy that makes everyone have a fire in their hearts.

"Damn it, if you keep waiting like this, you have to go crazy!"

He muttered and cursed, but the soldiers over there had begun to speak with their fists. On the small training ground, thousands of horns were divided into groups and shouted there.

"Kill him!"

"K kill him!"

"Fuck..."

The soldiers vented their energy with the most primitive hand-to-hand combat, and the air was filled with a strong masculine. With their fists, they also smelled of blood. It seemed that this was the most effective way for them to vent their energy.

Suddenly, a horse rushed into the barracks in the valley. After a communication on the horse's back, the horse ran quickly in the barracks path. When the soldiers around him saw the running horse and the communication soldiers on the horse's back, they were stunned, and there was even a trace of joy in their eyes.

Nuo said that there was no emergency military order. I'm afraid that this messenger would not run wildly in the barracks at all!

"Will we go home?"

"Go home? Impossible! I guess it's going to start. Maybe we're going to work with others again!"

In the whisper of the soldiers, the war horse stopped in front of the wooden house. Several officers outside the wooden house looked at the messenger. Yes, it was sent by the division headquarters. When the messenger entered the commander's office, most of the officers squeezed out of the door, and then a faint voice reached their ears.

"...The navy won a great victory,... In view of the current situation, all departments immediately advanced to the A assembly point... to prepare for war..."

Everyone looks at each other at the same time. Can it be said that... there will be a war again!

"The dog is the son, and the son of the bird has finally come to an end!"

(to be continued)