One Hundred and Eighty Third Misty

In the early morning, the mist that has not yet dissipated covers all directions, and the whole Fuyun seems to be soaked in the clouds.

Near the gas station, exhausted rescuers shuttled back and forth in the fog, and had no time to care about their wet clothes.

The roar of the engine was faintly heard in the distance, but no one took a second look. After a while, an armored vehicle without a cannon on the roof was parked at the edge of the battlefield, and the rear door opened with a creak. Walking down the middle, he took a breath of the air containing the mist, and a mixed air mixed with water vapor, bloody smell, gunpowder smoke and burning smell immediately penetrated into Long Jianguo's nostrils.

Although he was not quite used to the excessive smell in the air, Long Jianguo still greedily took a few deep breaths. The cool air made him feel much more refreshed. He stretched his arms and moved a few times to stretch his stiff body. The exhaustion all over his body seemed to be relieved. For the most part, he couldn't help but let out a long breath of admiration.

Several armored vehicles were parked nearby, and the sentinels on duty stood at attention and saluted Long Jianguo when they saw Long Jianguo.

Long Jianguo waved his hand: "Where is 012?"

The sentinel hesitated for a moment, then looked back at the armored vehicles parked everywhere, showing a embarrassed look.

"Commander, I'm going to look for it now."

"No need." Long Jianguo refused, "Go ahead, I'll go by myself."

"Yes!"

The armored vehicles are grouped on the left and right. In the misty mist, no matter how good your eyes are, you can't see the serial number on the armored vehicles. Long Jianguo led the communication soldier with the radio on his back, and walked from the west side of the battlefield to the east of the gas station. , I found the No. 012 armored vehicle in an inconspicuous corner.

Long Jianguo chuckled: "This kid is quite good at hiding." After saying that, he leaned up and walked towards the rear of the car while patting the roof. The bang bang immediately woke up several people in the car.

"Who?" Ye Han, who was still awake, asked loudly.

His voice was too loud, the sleeping boy looked aggrieved, and the girl who had just woken up glared dissatisfiedly.

"Me!" Long Jianguo roared, and the roar spread far away in the quiet morning, attracting many strange looks.

Long Jianguo, who had reached the rear of the car, twisted open the rear door and wanted to get in the car, but before he lifted his feet, he met the girl's beautiful eyes that widened in surprise.

Long Jianguo petrified in an instant, looked at the girl in the sleeping bag and the boy in her arms, and then looked up at Ye Han in the depths of the carriage, his eyes were blank: "What's going on?"

The golden car hides the charm? What a joke, there are several people in the car!

Ye Han yawned: "I was rescued yesterday." He said and walked to the rear of the car.

The space in the car was narrow, and the girl and the boy were lying on the ground, occupying a lot of space. Ye Han had to be careful with every step, so as not to step on the two people on the ground.

However, he accidentally stepped over the girl's lap, which immediately aroused the girl's strong dissatisfaction, and stared at Ye Han's back like a sharp arrow.

Ye Han didn't notice the girl's anger, and closed the car door casually, blocking the girl's sight immediately.

Long Jianguo sized Ye Han up and down several times with a half-smile, "I can't tell, you're pretty good at saving, aren't you picky?"

Ye Han was stunned, and after thinking about it, he understood Long Jianguo's meaning. He couldn't laugh or cry: "What are you thinking, I just bumped into each other, and I just want to pick it. Someone on the street has to let me pick it, right? Is it because of this that you don't let me sleep early in the morning?"

Probably because Long Jianguo pulled Ye Han into the army, the relationship between Ye Han and Long Jianguo is a bit strange, unlike ordinary superiors and subordinates, but like friends at first sight. However, both of them have distinct personalities. They have always been meticulous in business affairs, but they are very casual in private.

"Bullshit, how is that possible!" Long Jianguo took out a pack of cigarettes and compared them to Ye Han, "Here's one."

Ye Han hesitated for a moment, twisted one between his fingers, ignited it, and took a puff carefully. He coughed repeatedly, and the trachea in his lungs smelled like a blocked sewer.

He had never felt so clearly where his windpipe was.

Seeing Ye Han's embarrassment, Long Jianguo laughed straight away, and asked with a sympathetic smile, "First time?"

Ye Han wrinkled his face and looked at the remaining half of the cigarette: "I really don't understand, what's so good about smoking this thing!"

"Puff a few more times and you'll understand." Long Jianguo said after taking a deep puff.

"Forget it, I'd rather not understand." Ye Han thanked Bumin.

Long Jianguo blew out a smoke ring: "Tired?

Ye Han took another sip and coughed a few more times, but this time he felt much better, as if even his fatigue had eased a bit: "It's okay, I finally made it through, it's better than them."

His gaze fell to the five neat body bags beside him.

Not long ago, the headquarters sent a whole company of reserve soldiers over to collect the remains of the victims. Although most of the reserve personnel were former officers and soldiers, many people still lost control of their emotions in the face of such a tragic battlefield. Even the total number of people who can carry out restraint work is less than one platoon. After a series of ideological work, only two-thirds of the fighters can barely face the victims, and one-third is still vacillating.

The five body bags belonged to the crew of the No. 122 armored vehicle. In the battle last night, only five of them died in the entire battalion. Two of them died because of a severe head impact, and the other three suffered from excessive blood loss.

Long Jianguo spewed out a column of smoke: "This is war."

"Yes, this is war." Ye Han brought the cigarette to his mouth, and the rising smoke swayed in front of his eyes.

War is always accompanied by blood and death, that is, there is no shortage of civilians, and there is no shortage of strong soldiers. The sacrifice may be ordinary or vigorous, and all the victims will eventually only become a name on the monument, or even , I can't even leave my name.

Coughing violently again, Ye Han threw away the cigarette butt bitterly: "Forget it, I can't enjoy this thing."

Long Jianguo forced a smile: "It's also good not to smoke, so as not to be like me and unable to quit."

The mist dispersed slightly, and the scene in the distance was a little clearer. The low roar of the engine pierced through the mist, and Ye Han couldn't help but startled: "What is it?"

The roar of the engine coming from a distance was low and powerful. It was obviously a diesel engine, but the sound did not sound like the equipment in the battalion.

Long Jianguo said: "A bulldozer, or an excavator, anyway, it's a construction machine. The headquarters got it here to transport the corpse...the cockroach corpse."

"Oh!" Ye Han nodded, looking around, "Did we kill 800 or 1000 cockroaches this night?"

"Preliminary statistics, one thousand and zero points, just a little more."

Ye Han's eyes lit up: "So many? Kill all the cockroaches soon?" Fuyun is only a tiny bit big, so how long can the sewer be full?

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