Chapter 296 Someone From Heaven!

"Captain, what you said is obviously a good thing, but when you say it, it sounds like an insult?" Although the roar of the artillery fire has made his ears ring.

But the big ears of the skinny monkey are not for nothing.

Because of his big ears, the skinny monkey's hearing is abnormally developed compared to ordinary people, so he is also nicknamed "superb ears" in the army.

Only when the "shell" hits from the sky, in the deafening explosion that keeps resounding through the sky, can the skinny monkey accurately capture the sharp explosion of the "shell" quickly passing through the air.

However, more soldiers are more accustomed to calling him skinny monkey.

As for the specific name of the skinny monkey, it is called Zhang Ergou, emmm... not as good as the former, but this is the norm of this era, a microcosm.

Zhang Weishan is the battalion commander of the third battalion of the 561st Regiment of the xx Division, and is a member of the Iron Won blocking battle.

"Damn it, this shell seems to have eyes. Fortunately, you are here this time, otherwise I, Zhang, would have died too unjustly." Zhang Weishan stood up from the ashes of the tunnel, cursing, and spit out the ashes from his cracked lips.

He naturally didn't hear what the skinny monkey said, because there was nothing else in his ears except the buzzing sound like bees flapping.

He even didn't understand what he said sometimes.

Because at this moment, his mind was also a mess.

"Battalion commander, water, drink some water." Seeing this, the skinny monkey smiled, and then quickly turned on the kettle on his waist and handed it to Zhang Weishan.

"Skinny monkey."

"You saved my life again!" Zhang Weishan said to himself, without hearing the skinny monkey's words at all. He glanced at the sky covered by thick gray clouds, and the sharp whistling sound in the sky had gradually dissipated.

The deafening sound of the shells bursting naturally became weaker.

The entire tragic battlefield fell into a brief tranquility.

However.

"Hey~" After Zhang Weishan confirmed that the battle had entered a truce period, his tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed. After a long sigh, his body suddenly softened and he collapsed on the gray land, leaning against the pit wall.

But the next moment.

"It's a win, and I can live one more day." Zhang Weishan thought about their results.

Their battalion held on to the iron plate of the death mill for more than an hour, and a relieved grin appeared on his face, revealing his gray-yellow teeth.

One of the front teeth had long been lost.

Perhaps it had long been broken into pieces in the war.

Under the gray military uniform, some obvious wounds could be vaguely seen, and many of them had turned gray-red and clumped.

That was flowing blood.

"Captain, water." The thin monkey's face was covered with black ash, and his specific expression could not be seen at all. He squatted down, pulled Zhang Weishan's sleeve, and handed the kettle in his hand to him.

"Yeah." Zhang Weishan shook his head, shook off some of the flying ash on his head, and cleared his mind by the way. Then he took the kettle and drank it.

As for the question of whether it fits your mouth?

At this time, who would care about these things.

On the battlefield, you can only continue to fight if you can survive, and this place is no different from hell for those who have mysophobia.

But under the guidance of a strong mind, even hell can be overcome.

The thin monkey looked at Zhang Weishan who was drinking, and his eyes were stagnant for a moment, but it was only a moment, and he shifted his eyes away.

Zhang Weishan is the battalion commander of the third battalion, the core brain of this team.

"I'll go see if there's anything useful in there." Although the skinny monkey also felt a burning pain in his throat, he still suppressed his inner desire, climbed up quickly, and walked towards the previous position while talking.

"Wait a minute."

Before the skinny monkey took the first step, he heard Zhang Weishan's voice behind him, and then a familiar kettle was handed to him by a dry hand.

After listening carefully, there was still more than half of the water in the kettle.

"Well." Zhang Weishan signaled the skinny monkey to take the kettle with his eyes, but seeing the latter did not move for a long time, he stuffed it into the other's arms, patted the other's shoulder, and smiled:

"What? You don't want the kettle anymore, don't you want to drink something?"

"Drink!" The skinny monkey looked at the sincere, no fake smile, and his face also showed a happy smile, and happily took the kettle in Zhang Weishan's hand.

Then he put it to his mouth and drank it.

But after a short while, he drank the remaining half again, leaving about a quarter of the amount to prepare for the next battle.

After all, this blocking battle has only lasted about a third of the time.

The next battle will become more intense, and the value of water resources will naturally increase accordingly. After all, they are not soldiers of the Eagle Country.

Tap tap tap...

Accompanied by the sound of the captured boots colliding with the ground quickly, the skinny monkey immediately approached the collapsed command post carefully and steadily.

The action was extremely sophisticated.

"This kid..." Zhang Weishan looked at the skinny monkey's slightly staggering but determined disappearing back, a complex smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he sighed softly.

Although Shouhou has been officially incorporated into the new army for several months, the habits he developed in the old army seem to be deeply rooted in his heart and have not completely faded away with the passage of time.

Whenever facing his superiors, Shouhou's eyes always reveal an indescribable sense of fear, which is a habitual awe that goes deep into his bones, which is incompatible with the atmosphere of equality and mutual trust advocated in this new army.

Such performance is indeed extremely rare in the new army, and even somewhat incompatible.

Here, everyone is a comrade-in-arms, a partner fighting side by side, rather than the obedience and obedience relationship under the strict hierarchy of the old army.

Of course, Zhang Weishan also understands that if Shouhou wants to completely get rid of the shadow of the past and integrate into this new collective, it will take more time and patience.

And he also has great confidence that he can integrate Shouhou.

This confidence comes from great ideas.

Of course, Shouhou's military accomplishment is beyond doubt, otherwise he would not have served as a guard for Zhang Weishan, the old battalion commander, only a few months after being recruited.

"I'll go see if I can pick up some equipment." Zhang Weishan thought, and prepared to set off.

However, the next moment.

"Battalion commander! Battalion commander, come here quickly--!!!" A sharp shout suddenly came from the collapsed command post.

Are there any brothers who survived? !

This was the first thought that came to Zhang Weishan's mind, and then he tightly grasped the steel gun in his hand and ran towards the front-line command post.

In order to more effectively block the enemy on this large plain, and to avoid being bombarded by artillery fire, the third battalion, under the command of the superior, adopted the tactics of breaking up the whole into pieces.

This tactic is extremely challenging to the overall comprehensive quality of the army.

Because once the tactics of breaking up the whole into pieces are adopted, it means that each soldier will not have the command of his superior, and under such a severe situation, the various troops below may mutiny at any time because of heavy losses.

As the battle progresses, the superiors may find that if no one is left, then everything is gone.

But this is not a problem for the new army that has experienced many battles, and they still have great confidence.

Of course, this is also a helpless move.

Because the new army now has nowhere to retreat.

Zhang Weishan bent over, shuttled through the tunnel, and ran wildly following the source of the sound. In the process of running, his mind also became clear.

The "shell" that was fired just now should be a dud, although the probability is not high for the well-equipped army.

But it is not completely impossible, otherwise, with the state of him and Shouhou at the time, it would be impossible to escape the range of the shell explosion.

When he thought that someone could still survive, he could not suppress his inner joy, after all, the people there were all his brothers.

Zhang Weishan hurriedly quickened his pace, but in just a few seconds, he turned a corner and saw several figures digging wildly in the previous front-line command post.

As he expected, the shell was a dud.

Although those figures had their backs to him, Zhang Weishan had long engraved the movements of those figures in his heart after years of living and dying together.

He could tell who was who without looking at their faces.

The tall and thin man was Fang Wenshan, a scholar. His nickname was Four Eyes, but after a bloody battle, his nickname changed from Four Eyes to Scholar.

He was also his right-hand man, and his family had a lot of connections. As long as he survived this battle, he would be covered in gold and rise to prominence.

As for why he survived.

That's because there has never been a real winner in war.

The two men on the left and right of the scholar, one was big and thick, nicknamed Blind Bear, with ridiculous strength. He practiced swordsmanship in Wudang when he was young, and he was very powerful with a steel sword in his hand.

In the previous liberation campaign, at least four or five enemies could be killed with a broadsword in one battle.

But in this Iron Triangle blocking battle, Xiong Xiazi was really caught blind, because the hand-to-hand combat he was proud of could not play its due role in front of those steel behemoths.

As for the other person?

He was the clairvoyant among the "clairvoyant and wind-eared", known as the dumb gourd, with a natural vision and a good gun. He could hit ninety-nine shots, not a hundred shots.

As the saying goes, there are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames.

If it weren't for their personalities, Xiong Xiazi and Mu Hulu would have been promoted long ago.

Zhang Weishan was once worried about Xiong Xiazi and Mu Hulu, fearing that they would offend people, but after the scholar was completely integrated into the group, this problem was solved.

"What are you doing? Four people gathered together, digging shit to eat?" Zhang Weishan walked to the distance of the four people, but found that the four people were unmoved and still buried their heads in the ground.

"Battalion commander, your quality needs to be improved. After this is over, you must go to night school to study hard." When the scholar heard this, he immediately stopped what he was doing.

"Night school? Humph!" Zhang Weishan said disdainfully: "Thinking back to the days when I was old Zhang..."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the exclamation of the skinny monkey again.

"People!"

"It's actually a person!" The thin monkey looked at the face that had already taken on a human image, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he was stunned.

Even the scholar and others, after seeing the figure in the mound, had cracks in their godless worldview that they had built up over the years.

"People? What people?" Zhang Weishan frowned slightly as he looked at the actions of the scholar and others, and he also realized the importance of the matter.

After all, the scholar is a top student, not a fool like him.

It's rare for a scholar to show such an expression.

Zhang Weishan pushed the scholar away and moved forward. When he saw the vague figure in the mound, his brows furrowed even more, because he didn't know this person.

He had firmly engraved the appearance, name, and character of every soldier in the third battalion in his heart, but he never matched the figure in the mound.

Moreover, judging from the palm of his hand, it was not a mummy.

"Where did it come from?" Zhang Weishan asked the thin monkey.

"It should be... in the sky?" The thin monkey hesitated and answered uncertainly.

"???" Zhang Weishan looked at the thin monkey as if he was an idiot, and replied lightly: "Are you stupid? Are there paratroopers landing here?"

"No." The scholar pointed at the vague figure in the pile of dirt, touched his forehead helplessly, and said: "Battalion commander, do you think there is a possibility that this person is the shell just now?"

"How can a person be a shell? Your head is..." Zhang Wei said while looking around, but he stopped before he finished speaking.

Because he didn't find a single hair of the dud.

Gulu~

Zhang Weishan swallowed his saliva and looked around carefully again, but there was still no dud. He looked at the figure in the mound and suddenly became serious. He said coldly:

"Blind Xiong, set up the machine gun. I want to see if it is a man or a ghost!"

"Yes!" Blind Xiong didn't care about that. The moment he heard the order, he ejected and picked up a captured general-purpose machine gun and aimed it in the direction of the mound.

Zhang Weishan glanced at the remaining three people. The scholar and others immediately understood, grabbed the tools beside them, and started digging.

As time passed, everyone's mood became unusually depressed.

Because it was really a person, not something like a terracotta warrior, or a stone sculpture.

With the concerted efforts of the four people.

In just one minute, a tall figure that had been cleaned of dust appeared in front of Zhang Weishan and the other five.

After a simple treatment, it can be clearly seen that the man is very tall, reaching 1.9 meters, with strong muscles.

But the other person's face looks relatively young. Although it looks pale for unknown reasons, the face is unusually clean.

The dust on it just slid off with a light wipe of the hand.

There is a layer of clothes made of unknown material on the body, which is as smooth as precious silk, but extremely tough, even a blind bear can't tear it apart.

"This, this... Is this a person... a ghost?" The scholar studied for a long time and found that he could not explain the person in front of him even if he used all his life's knowledge.

"I don't know, but at least I can be sure of one thing."

"What is it?"

"This person is Chinese." (End of this chapter)