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Volume 8 The Sword Unsheathed Chapter 128

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    Jiao Ji was really too tired, so he added some branches to the campfire and fell asleep as soon as he lay down.  Perhaps the distant past gradually became a memory, activating Fu Gui's nerves, and he spent another sleepless night!

    It was quiet everywhere. Hou Yanfeng, who was standing guard on the mound not far away, was holding a gun and walking back and forth alertly. His magnetic voice was singing the song "The Moon on the Fifteenth" that Fugui is most familiar with. The low singing voice was in the Gobi Desert.  Floating on the beach without any shelter or fence.

    The pale moonlight shines on the vast Gobi desert, revealing an unbearable desolation.

    Fugui, who had his back to the bonfire, felt his back feel warm. He turned over and saw Yan Houfeng's figure elongated by the moonlight. The gentle breeze carried his low singing voice continuously, stirring every nerve in Fugui: "  I shine on my hometown and on the border. You miss me and I miss you in the quiet night"

    The hazy moonlight plucked Fugui's sad heartstrings, condensing his thoughts into sleepless nights.  His heart was deeply missing that person, but what about the person who was also missing him?

    That familiar smiling face gradually became clear in Fugui¡¯s mind.  The past scenes, like fragments, replayed rapidly in his thoughts, and finally connected into an unforgettable epic.

    If you don¡¯t think about it, you will never forget it.

    That familiar face was like the moon in the sky, so distant and clear. The name he called thousands of times in his dreams also touched his heartache that never stopped as the past revolved.

    The night is so quiet, so quiet that you can hear the sound of tears falling, and the night is so lonely, you can feel the blood in your heart surging with sorrow.  Fugui always felt like he was dreaming, but in fact he would rather sleep in his dream.  He didn't want to wake up because he was afraid that he would have nothing when he woke up.

    He always hoped that he could gradually fade away the sadness in his heart in silence. However, the more he wanted to forget it, the more it became deeply rooted in his heart and could not be shaken off or erased.  Bit by bit, I can still remember it as if it happened yesterday.

    The silent night is filled with melancholy notes one by one, forming a song of loneliness and longing.

    Fugui sighed and put his chaotic thoughts together. He looked at his watch and it was almost four o'clock. Then he sat up, put his coat on Jiao Ji who was sleeping, and picked up a few dry sticks to add to the fire.  Scattered sparks flew immediately, and the bonfire suddenly lit up. The sound of "crackling" woke up the silence of the night.

    Hou Yanfeng walked over gently and asked Fugui with a smile: "Are you feeling better? Why don't you sleep for a while?" The firelight reflected his haggard and rough face, and the black barrel of the gun also flashed with red light.

    Fugui pulled the ashes beside the fire and motioned for him to sit down: "I can't sleep, how about you? Are you feeling better?"

    Hou Yanfeng grinned brightly: "I'm really fine. My health is good."

    Fugui smiled.  After eating some bread last night, he felt much better, but he was still a little nauseous, his body still felt limp, and he couldn't muster any strength.

    Hou Yanfeng sat by the fire, staring at the moving fire in a daze.  He lowered his head and stared at the bonfire, as if he was full of interest in the bonfire, so focused and focused.

    After a long time, he raised his head, his eyes full of envy: "Fugui, that Zhang Chengliangwell, martyr Zhang Chengliang has a good relationship with you, right?"

    Fugui nodded and cast his gaze into the vast distance. Although so many years had passed, he would feel a throbbing pain every time Ryoko's name was mentioned.  After a long while, he murmured: "He is our best comrade-in-arms and the best special operations team member!"

    Hou Yanfeng added a few pieces of firewood to the fire, and the bonfire that was about to extinguish suddenly became more prosperous. He paused slightly, waited for the flickering flames to stabilize, then used a slender wooden stick to pull the ashes, and murmured: "  It¡¯s a pity that I¡¯m a few years younger than you, otherwise I could catch up and join the action with you.¡±

    Fugui's heart was trembling. He looked at the young face opposite the fire and suddenly felt a kind of sadness.  Everyone wants peace, but there will always be people who provoke terrible wars.  In his ears, he seemed to hear the heart-rending cry of Liangzi's mother throwing herself at Liangzi's ashes. In front of his eyes, Xu Guoguang's father held his son's ashes and moved out of the military camp step by step with pain on his face.  The lonely figure of Xin Yi walking away in a hurry with a cane That scene left an unforgettable scar in Fugui's heart.  Although they have experienced many wars, the rich are not afraid of war, but in every war, young lives will fall in a pool of blood. People call them heroes, but who knows that behind these two great words, their  How many sad tears have been left by loved ones!

    Hou Yanfeng looked at the bright moon in the sky and said with infinite fascination: "I went to the honor room that day.??!  "Hou Yanfeng's anxious shouting came from the distance.

    Fugui stood up and saw Hou Yanfeng chasing two wild sheep. The two wild sheep were frightened by him and jumped up with four light hooves. They galloped away like a strong wind and disappeared deep into the Gobi in the blink of an eye.

    Fugui looked at his angry look, shook his head and smiled.  By the time he returned to Populus euphratica, Jiao Ji had already boiled water, washed several handfuls of green onions and put them on his backpack.

    Hou Yanfeng panted heavily and came back with an annoyed look on his face. He kept mumbling: "It's a pity that it's just one bullet. If there was one more bullet, I would definitely be able to stop them."

    Jiao Ji handed him a bottle of water and said, "Come on, don't forget that Fugui is the best sniper in our brigade, do you still have the right to speak?"

    Hou Yanfeng smiled coquettishly, took the Cynomorium cynomorium handed to him by Fugui, and said in surprise: "Where did you get the radish?"

    Fugui took a bite and said with a smile: "You haven't seen it before, have you? It's the first time I've seen it too. This is Cynomorium Cynomorium. Hey, you know, this is a good thing. It can strengthen essence and strengthen yang. It has special nutrition. Everyone else buys it.  Not coming."

    After eating something hastily, Jiao Ji put on his backpack and handed them two full bottles of water: "Save your drink, I don't know if I can find water next time."

    Fugui was about to pick him up when suddenly he heard a faint sound of a motor coming from a distance.

    Jiao Ji and Hou Yanfeng must have heard the sound. They looked at each other, and Jiao Ji made a gesture to stop the sound and said quietly: "It seems to be the sound of a motor. It's strange. Who would come to this place?"

    Hou Yanfeng chuckled and said, "It's a good thing you're here. We just happened to snatch his food, so we don't go hungry."

    They hid behind a tree and saw an off-road vehicle in the distant Gobi Desert, slowly squirming like a small beetle in the vast Gobi Desert, with thick dust rising behind the vehicle.

    The car was getting closer and closer, and Fugui could vaguely see the figures of two people sitting in the car, looking left and right, as if they were looking for something.

    Jiao Ji suddenly rushed out from behind the tree and said excitedly: "Do you see clearly? It's winter melon. They are finally here." After saying that, he waved his arms and ran to a low hill to shout.

    Fu Gui also saw it clearly, it was Jin Hui.  Jin Hui may have seen Jiao Ji's figure. The car made a circle, turned around and rushed towards them.

    The convertible was gradually approaching, dragging a thick cloud of dust.  Jin Hui had a victorious smile on his face, while Cao Minghua, who was sitting in the passenger seat, lowered his head without any expression of joy.

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