Zeng Xinlin couldn't be bothered with Yang Cheng's impatient expression and sighed. His youthful face had a maturity that didn't match his age. "Yes, war. I entered the army for less than half a year. Since I had some martial arts foundation and excellent training, I was directly transferred to the field regiment of the 32nd Southwest Division. To put it simply, I was a special forces soldier who specialized in highland warfare. I squatted at the southwest border every day. If it wasn't for drug smuggling, human trafficking, fighting with drug dealers, or fighting with the armies of those countries in the southwest because of some territorial disputes.
Now that I think about it, I'm really lucky to be able to sit here alive without losing an arm or a leg. Ruoxi, do you know that there was a time when we fought with the Indian army in a canyon? Their reinforcements came faster than we expected, and they even brought along a team of artillery soldiers. At that time, our company only had 17 to 18 people, and they had at least 100 enemies. However, we could only rely on the machine guns on our back to fight them.
The Indian army was famous for being timid, but the bullets they fired didn't have eyes. Due to the long supply route, we couldn't transport our weapons as fast as them. When they fired their artillery, we could only retreat. However, the order from the division headquarters was to never retreat from that canyon. At that time, our company commander panicked and ran into the forest with a bag of high explosives. When they weren't paying attention, he secretly threw the explosives out from behind them! Blow up two of those bastards' cannons! "
Although it was a very simple description, Zeng Xinlin was very engrossed in it, causing Lin Ruoxi to feel as if she was there herself. She felt a little excited about the urgent situation at that time. She asked, "Then didn't your company commander get discovered?"
Zeng Xinlin said sadly, "How could he not be discovered? Our company commander was shot into a hornet's nest by a few monkeys from the Indian army. Even his bones were smashed …"
"So pitiful …"
"Not pitiful at all. As a soldier, it's luck to survive, but it's fate to die." Zeng Xinlin grinned. "You don't know this, Ruoxi. At that time, our whole company went crazy. When we saw our company commander die, we all ran into the forest at the side. Taking advantage of the fact that the hundreds of Yin soldiers were having a headache over the loss of the two cannons, he cut right into the middle of the group and started a fierce fight with them across the forest!
I remember that at that time, there was a bullet flying past my ear, and I felt a burning pain. Two of my comrades beside me fell, and they were still pulling the trigger before they died. One of them had his eye blown out, and that way of death … I still dream about it. "
Lin Ruoxi seemed to be infected by the passion of the scene and asked, "Have you avenged your captain?"
"Yes, we fought that small battle for one and a half hours. In the end, only me and another comrade walked out of the forest. The others were all dead … and so were the enemies …" Zeng Xinlin let out a long sigh and said heavily, "At that time, we didn't care about life and death at all. There was only one thought in our mind, and that was to avenge our company commander. We had completely forgotten about the bleeding and decapitation. Now that I think about it, those days are really unforgettable …"
Zeng Xinlin's voice was low and hoarse, as if he had already fallen into that hearty and bloody memory. Lin Ruoxi, who was listening attentively, also revealed a disappointed look.
"Have you said enough? Can you f * cking stop farting? "
Suddenly, Yang Cheng, who had been silent, raised his head and looked at Zeng Xinlin coldly.
"What did you say!?" Zeng Xinlin's eyes were like torches as he asked in displeasure.
Lin Ruoxi was still immersed in that scene that made her yearn for and admire it. Yang Cheng's sudden vulgar words made her very unhappy as well. She asked, "Yang Cheng, how can you be like this? Why are you talking to your senior like this!?"
Yang Cheng slowly stood up from the sofa and sneered, "Why are you talking to me like this? Because you, this senior, are talking nonsense! "
"Mr. Yang, even if you are Ruoxi's husband, I can't tolerate you tarnishing the honor of our soldiers like this! You have to give me a reasonable explanation! "
"Explanation? Do you deserve to know? "Yang Cheng sneered, turned around, and was about to leave.
Lin Ruoxi stood up and shouted, "Yang Cheng, stop! Finish your words! I won't allow you to be so impolite to my senior! "
Yang Cheng let out a long sigh and turned around to look at Lin Ruoxi. But just this one glance made Lin Ruoxi feel a chill in her bones …
She had never seen Yang Cheng reveal such a look before. Desolation, sorrow, despair, emptiness, and gloom, as if it was a bottomless hole. It made one's heart and soul feel haggard …
Lin Ruoxi was stunned.
Zeng Xinlin, however, didn't notice that at this moment, he had already stood up, puffed out his majestic chest, and looked at Yang Cheng with a burning gaze. He couldn't accept that this mediocre man, who he thought was not competitive at all, would actually become Lin Ruoxi's husband. But he knew that an impatient and unreasonable way would make a woman like Lin Ruoxi feel disgusted, so he decided to slowly let Lin Ruoxi lean towards his side.
But slowly, it didn't mean that he could tolerate this "insignificant" man provoking him!
Yang Cheng closed his eyes, and the complicated look in his eyes disappeared. What was left was a teasing look, and he said to Zeng Xinlin, who had an arrogant look on his face, "Senior Zeng, please allow me to speak the truth. Those so-called hot-blooded stories of your life on the battlefield, in my eyes, are simply children's play and fairy tales for your own amusement."
"What did you say?!" Zeng Xinlin's eyes were already emitting flames.
Yang Cheng wasn't afraid at all. He sneered and said, "You don't know what a battlefield is at all. You have never seen a real battlefield."
"Could it be that Mr. Yang has seen it before?" Zeng Xinlin said disdainfully.
Yang Cheng took a deep breath and said calmly, "Yellow soil and sand are everywhere. From head to toe, there's nothing but blood and sweat on your body. There's no water or food. There's not a single complete person lying beside you. If it's not hands and feet, it's head and internal organs. You can't even tell if they are your comrades or your enemies. Other than the sound of explosions from the mortars and cannons, the sound of bullets is as light as a fart.
If you stick your head out a little, a grenade might just hit your head. Even if you don't move, a shell will hit your trench. You will never know in one second that you will lose a leg or an arm in the next. You won't even know how you died.
When you see any living thing in front of you, no matter what it is, your first reaction is to shoot. Who cares if it's a civilian! Enemy! Or your own people! F * ck humanitarianism! F * ck the battlefield and not hurting civilians! As long as it's someone standing in front of you, they have to die!
When you see your comrades-in-arms fall by your side, when you see your superiors and good brothers being blasted into pieces by the enemy's artillery, you won't feel sadness, joy, or any other feelings. You will only have one emotion! That is, it's lucky that it's not me who dies!!
When you can't even care about your own life, and your life and death are already hard to grasp, who the f * ck still has the time to care about the life and death of others! Revenge? That's something only an idiot would do! If you can't win, run! Even if you can win, let yourself live first! When you're alive, you can have anything. When you're dead, everything is f * cking bullshit! "
At the end of his sentence, Yang Cheng was almost shouting these words at the top of his lungs. Not only did his resolute tone cause Lin Ruoxi to be so moved that she couldn't speak, even Zeng Xinlin, who was full of rage just a moment ago, felt a chill down his spine for some reason …
What kind of Shuraba was that? What kind of hell was that?
"Only those devoid of humanity can be considered a battlefield. The bullshit you said is just something shown in movies for primary school students to watch." After Yang Cheng finished speaking, he strode out of the house.
He needed to buy a pack of cigarettes as soon as possible. After speeding on the highway once, the violent emotions in his heart made him feel oppressed and uncomfortable.
When he walked out of the door, Mother Wang, who had just returned from shopping, happened to see Yang Cheng. But before she could greet Yang Cheng, she saw Yang Cheng quickly get into the car, and the car roared as it drove away.
Mother Wang felt a little strange. She walked into the villa to take a look, and was instantly dumbfounded.
Lin Ruoxi and Zeng Xinlin stood in the living room in a daze, as if they had lost their souls …
Yang Cheng drove to the nearest small store and bought a pack of the worst quality cigarettes that cost two yuan. After stuffing a pack of cigarettes into his mouth, he returned to the car. After starting the car, it sped towards the ring highway.
The traffic flow on the highway at night was especially sparse. The M3 was like a bolt of lightning in the night, whistling as it swayed left and right to overtake other cars.
After more than ten minutes, Yang Cheng had finished smoking three cigarettes, and his mood was much better. He randomly found an intersection to get off the highway, and found an empty space to park the car.
After walking out of the car, Yang Cheng looked at the bright moon in the sky and laughed at himself. It was really not worth it to have such a huge emotional fluctuation because of that Zeng Xinlin's senseless words. It seemed that even though his temperament was much calmer than before, he was still far from being able to control his emotions. Especially when faced with sensitive topics, it was still difficult for him to control his emotions.
After calming down his thoughts, Yang Cheng then noticed the place where he had parked the car. He looked to both sides and was instantly stunned. It was actually the riverside food stall that he had accompanied Mo Qianni to twice. The brightly lit riverside path not far away showed that the food stall was still doing very well at the moment.
After drinking a bellyful of alcohol at night and chatting with Zeng Xinlin after returning home, Yang Cheng felt hungry. He suddenly thought of the Xiang Sao food stall that Mo Qianni had brought him to eat at. Therefore, he slowly walked towards the direction of his memory.
Two minutes later, Yang Cheng arrived at the Xiang Sao food stall that hadn't changed much. Wearing a red apron, Auntie Xiang's forehead was full of sweat. When she saw Yang Cheng walking over, she immediately recognized him and greeted him enthusiastically, "Isn't this Little Yang? You're here to look for Nizi, right? "
Yang Cheng was a little puzzled by Auntie Xiang's greeting. However, following the direction that Auntie Xiang was pointing at, he suddenly saw Mo Qianni, who was wearing a white dress with black polka dots at the waist, sitting at a corner of the food stall. She was alone, eating a table of side dishes, and leisurely refilling her glass of Kaoliang wine.
Mo Qianni's posture was very elegant. Even though she was alone, eating the most ordinary and coarse food from the food stall, her every movement was as if she was drinking a bottle of aged red wine that cost a few thousand and eating a top-notch caviar that was more expensive than gold.
Yang Cheng couldn't help but think of a phrase: A woman as lonely as smoke.
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