The old man didn’t move. They silently finished smoking their cigarettes in this way. Later, the old man finally sighed and slowly let go of his rifle. He knelt up and started to unload the saddle, but he still didn’t look at the old man and dared not talk to him again. He stared at him silently.
The old man took a broken belt with him. He carefully examined the broken belt stained with blood, turned it over in his hand and threw it away. Then he "snorted" a saddle and bent his back awkwardly and walked towards the end of the road.
"Let my horse go. My horse is also good. I can give it to you if you want!" Lao Mao cried, although he knew there were lost horses next to him, he still said that he wanted to do his best to comfort an old man because he felt as sad as losing his comrades-in-arms
The old man doesn’t look back, and there are some lonely bodies that seem to be more bent by the saddle.
The old roadside chose a horse and changed its saddle. Old Mao gathered up the horses left beside him and connected them into a string. A dozen horses were further away, and he dared not go.
The two men moved on, and the old man pulled a bunch of horses behind him and made a big circle at the foot of the road. When they bypassed this birch forest, they saw a village not far from them. In the vast valley on their right, there was a forest that stretched to one side and disappeared at the foot of the gray distant mountain.
It’s Wan Liyun in the sky, but at the moment, the sun hangs darkly and hardly shows up.
The village has been burned to ruins, leaving a few walls, a dark wall and rubble, and plumes of smoke rising from it.
Not far ahead lay a dozen Russians who were killed, most of whom were old, young and old, women and children. One of them was still alive, and there was a faint groan on the roadside.
It was a thin old man with a long beard who barely lifted himself up with his hands several times, but fell down and snorted. It seems that the two of them are already dying of importing less gas and exporting more gas.
Lao Mao bypassed him at a distance and had to hear him groan, but he always passed by him without looking up.
In the ruins, there are two knights riding horses in the village who come out to see them wearing helmets on their heads and know that they are one of our own.
"It must be three people …" The old man said, "Wherever these guys come, they will suffer and never give up until they burn them all …"
"It seems inappropriate to do so, doesn’t it?" Lao Mao frowned and said that his kindness in his heart was over again. He forgot that Mao cavalry almost asked him to take the facts just now.
"This is the reality, this is the cruel war …" the old man warned. "You’d better send a little less compassion to tell you that this is not a country where there is no mercy and killing. If you are here, it is you who suffer …"
"How can you say it’s got a strange tone? Killing ordinary people is not about whether the other party is our own people or the people of hostile countries. "
I always rolled my eyes. "I have warned you that it is your business if you don’t listen …"
In addition, several soldiers ran out of the village to meet them.
"Brothers, you are blessed. This is the regimental headquarters who has been seconded to your company, Mao Wen. What kind of things can he help solve after he has a high level of education …" When the greeting people come to their side, they always say this.
Lao Mao gave a military-like salute and laughed. "Please take more photos of your brothers and tell them to go through fire and water …"
Riding a horse, Lu Xiaoyu turned his eyes and said, "Are you willing to help anything?"
"Of course, do what you can?" Lao Mao said
"That good brothers haven’t tasted femininity for a long time. Come and think of a way for them …" Lu Xiaoyu said.
"This this …" Lao Mao didn’t expect Lu Xiaoyu to talk like this.
At this time, the old haha laughed and said, "Women don’t have more than a dozen mares here. I wonder if they can satisfy the brothers?"
Lu Xiaoyu leng one immediately burst out laughing "he niang small ye I why didn’t think of it? I’m short of a batch of strong mares here. Since I always say that, I’m welcome. Old Mai asked someone to receive these horses … "
Lao Maixing came over and took the reins in Lao Mao’s hand, even the horse that Lao Mao came to ride, and said, "This is a mare, too. What are you doing here?"
Lao Mao said awkwardly, "No, no, I don’t …"
"Then give it to us!" Mr. Mai has the cheek to say.
Lao Mao gave his horse to someone and asked the old man, "There is nothing wrong with these old people. Do you really treat the mare as a woman?"
Always say, "It’s possible, but if so, you will be indispensable, but I don’t care. I have finished sending you here. What happens next is not my business …"
Lao Mao felt even more uneasy when a young soldier came over and held out his hand and said, "Welcome, Mao Wen. My name is Zhou, the company’s correspondent …"
Correspondents in the company just belong to Wen’s management. This surname Zhou can be said to be directly under Lao Mao. Looking at this heavy face, resolute and delicate, it does not reveal that the dock soldiers are full of goodwill.
"What’s going on in this village?" Lao Mao asked
"I burned people in the village and I killed them. I ambushed the rifle across the street all night to block the village entrance … one came out and shot another …" Xiao Zhou said flatly as if to say something about him.
Chapter 59 Enclosure
"Chou, you are also a highly educated person. How can you slaughter koo civilians like them?" Lao Mao used himself as Xiao Zhou’s frowning education way
"What can I do?" Xiao Zhou fretted and said, "This is simply a killing world. If you don’t kill people, they will kill you.": In the army, do you pretend to be lofty and ask for mercy? Even our own people look down on all the criteria for killing people in your army. Whoever kills more people is a hero … who can’t kill people, who doesn’t even have the qualification to speak … You just came here. I don’t know how long it will be before you become a killing machine like me. "
"Simple killing can’t solve the problem … we should have a national policy that can unite people of all ethnic groups …" Lao Mao talked leisurely about Xiao Zhou, who was also a cultural person. He was fascinated for a while and nodded and inserted two or three suggestions.