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Volume 8 The Sword Unsheathed Chapter 148

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    Fugui spent the whole afternoon in the dormitory, racking his brains but couldn't write the material.  He sighed, angrily crumpled the paper with a few lines written on it and threw it into the wastebasket, then sat there in a daze.

    When he came out of the squadron leader, he felt a fire in his heart. Every time he thought of the serious faces of the squadron leader and instructor, he felt extremely wronged.  From their harsh words, he could feel that they might be facing a punishment this time, but he couldn't figure out that if soldiers couldn't stand up when the personal safety of the people was violated, then they were not soldiers at all.

    He silently lit a cigarette, and the curls of green smoke floated up. He seemed to see the obscene look in the bald man's eyes when he bullied the waitress, and the indifferent faces of the bystanders. He didn't dare to think that if he didn't stop it at that time,  , how ravaged that waiter will be.  The bald man¡¯s shout still rang in his ears: ¡°The People¡¯s Liberation Army is the one being attacked, I will be responsible if you are killed!¡±

    Thinking of this, Fugui was filled with anger again. He clenched his iron fist tightly, unaware that the pen had been broken by him, and the fragments pierced into his flesh. Fugui watched indifferently as the red blood dripped on the  The blank paper is as bright as plum blossoms blooming in winter.

    Fugui didn¡¯t bandage it and let the blood drip quietly, so that he could vent the pain in his heart.

    However, what made him most uneasy was that his comrades were implicated in this matter.  Fugui felt a sadness in his heart. He was not someone who dared not take responsibility, but he just couldn't think of a way to excuse his comrades.

    He lit another cigarette and forced himself to calm down. When he saw the white paper on the table, he suddenly had an idea. He should find a clerk to help him write down what happened clearly.

    Having made up his mind, he hurriedly washed the blood stains on his hands. As soon as he went out, he saw Yu Yu wandering under the shade of the trees in the courtyard with his head lowered.  Fugui walked over slowly, but when he got to him, he didn't know what to say. He just looked at Xiaoyu and smiled to hide it.

    Yu Yu also had a sad look on his face, and after a long time he managed to squeeze out a smile: "Wealthy."

    Fugui nodded. He had always felt that he had brought down his comrades. Now when he saw the comrades who had lived and died with him, he was filled with grievances that he could not even mention.  Fugui and Xiaoyu watched silently across a narrow path, feeling a silent comfort and encouragement from his eyes.  At this time, no matter what kind of language it is, it is difficult to express this kind of spiritual connection. Perhaps, sometimes a look or a word can make us feel the deep friendship between each other.

    For a long time, Yu Yu moved forward a few steps, as if he had something to say, but still hesitated. He lowered his head and thought for a long time, as if he was considering his words, and finally smiled and said: "I just came out of the political commissar's house. Fugui  , we are doing a righteous move, I thinkI think it will be fine. Okay, I'm going to train first." After that, he strode away.

    Fugui looked at his retreating background and was silent for a moment. He suddenly felt that he should also find the political commissar to explain the matter clearly. After all, the cause of this incident was because of him.

    He crumpled a few pieces of white paper in his hand and threw it into the garbage pool. Just as he was about to go find the political commissar, there was a sharp brake sound from behind. He looked back and saw that the captain had already opened the door and jumped out of the car.  Fugui saluted him: "Captain."

    The captain had a stern look on his face, leaning on the hood of the car and staring at Fugui without saying a word.

    Under his cold eyes, Fugui felt a little frightened.  For a long time, the captain silently took out a cigarette and lit it, gently blew out a few smoke rings, glanced at Fugui who was standing there uneasy and said, "Why, are you still waiting for me to ask you?"

    Fugui knew what the captain was talking about. He looked back at his comrades passing by in twos and threes, looked at the captain and said, "Just say it here?"

    The captain glared at him and said with a straight face: "Why, I've done everything. Is there anything you dare not say?"

    Fugui hesitated for a moment, then described everything that happened that day to the captain in detail, and then looked at the captain's face nervously.

    The captain's frown gradually relaxed, and his expression softened a lot: "So, you are not to blame for this matter?" After speaking, he pinched the cigarette butt on the hood, with a hint of reproach in his eyes: "  You don¡¯t have any brains. You could have called the police for this kind of thing at the time. It¡¯s better now, I believe you did a good thing. But as for others, now they are suing you for drunkenness and causing trouble. What¡¯s even more annoying is that no one can be found to speak for you.  , how can we prove your innocence?"

    Fugui did not expect this result. He looked at the captain in shock: "There were many people watching that day. Besides, can the waiter prove it?"

    The captain glared at him, buttoned up his discipline button and said, "That waiter resigned a long time ago and no one can be found. Now go and tell the political commissar the ins and outs of this matter. In addition, prepare a message."After thinking about what the political commissar said just now, it is really difficult to understand what the political commissar said.  A breeze blew, and the leaves on the poplar tree nearby rustled. A few yellow leaves swirled and fell gently. Fugui bent down and picked up one. He tore it casually and stared blankly at the fallen leaves.  With golden veins, he looked up at the leaves swaying in the wind on the tree, and thought silently: Why do the dead leaves that originally belong to autumn fall in the season of lush branches and leaves?

    There were constant shouts from the training ground. He knew they were his comrades training under the scorching sun. He suddenly thought of himself. Ever since he set foot on this hot land in his youth in the late autumn ten years ago, he had been working hard for his dream.  And hard work, on this road of his own choice, he poured his sweat on this dry Gobi countless times, and spilled his blood on this territory he guarded day and night, but he never regretted it.  However, for the fluttering military flag and for the glorious and sacred honor of "soldier", he could give his youth, or even his life

    He looked up at the blue sky, where a few clouds were quietly swimming by. He suddenly thought of swallows When they interlocked their fingers and vowed to hold each other for eternity, the outline of the years was still blurred.  Circles of traces

    Memories are like swaying fallen leaves, connecting past dreams piece by piece.  Fugui couldn't bear to look at the flying leaves anymore, because the shadows of swallows quietly fell in his heart along with those fallen leaves

    If Yan Zi has a spirit in heaven and knows that she has been wronged, will she feel distressed?  As he murmured, a drop of clear tears snaked down from Fugui's face, dripping on the dead leaves in his hands, moistening the clearly identifiable veins.

    The breeze blew slowly by, bringing a burst of refreshment, but it could not dissipate the boredom and sadness that lingered in Fugui's heart

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