Chapter 308 Dusty [Fourth Update]

Fangzheng didn't expect such a result, and felt a little disappointed. Knowing nothing, how can he help the old man complete the task?

At this time, Huang Xinghua came over. Hearing Huang Zhenhua's words, he somewhat guessed what the two were talking about, so he said: "My dad doesn't like talking very much, and he takes everything to heart. Especially this matter, he Never said, I think, he probably wants to do it himself. Although he didn't say it, we know that he is looking for someone, but who he is looking for...we don't know."

Fangzheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, that's how it is."

Fangzheng looked at the old man inside through the window, and said, "Can the poor monk go in and have a look?"

Although Fangzheng acted a little weirdly, after all, Huang Xinghua was impressed by his several performances, and he didn't seem like someone who had bad intentions for the old man. Otherwise, there was no need to remind them to send the box in before, so Huang Xinghua nodded in response to this request.

But Huang Zhenhua said: "You can go in, but don't disturb my dad's rest."

Fangzheng nodded and said: "Don't worry, the benefactor, the poor monk is just looking at it, and will never disturb the benefactor's rest."

Only then did the two agree, and Fangzheng walked into the ward, looking at the old man lying motionless on the hospital bed but staring at the box with wide-open eyes, he was filled with emotion. He couldn't figure out what kind of attachment this old man had on the box. What's more, I can't figure out what this old man has experienced and what he has done, so that he has such a huge merit!

The red boy next to him whispered: "Master, if you really want to understand him, just go into his dream and see. Although this old man is demented, he is always thinking about things in his mind."

Fangzheng was taken aback for a moment, he almost forgot about it! So Fangzheng's mind was moved, and he dreamed of yellow beams!

"One! Two! One!"

"One! Two! One!"

"Brother, why are we practicing this? Can't we just shoot them?" A small young man complained unhappily as he followed the troops.

"What do you know? This is called organizational discipline. Don't think too much, just follow along." A taller man beside him said.

Not far away, Fangzheng and Honghaier were standing beside the team.

"Master, why are you bringing me Rumeng?" Honghaier asked puzzled.

"Let's have a look together if there's nothing else," Fang Zheng said.

Hong Haier curled her lips and said, "If there's anything to look at, just look at their clothes and you'll know they're definitely not powerful people. It's fine if they're ragged, they're all so skinny..."

Fangzheng knocked on the red boy's head and said, "But these people have protected the 9.6 million square kilometers of the motherland!"

Red Boy said in surprise: "How is it possible? Those enemies must be rubbish..."

Fangzheng didn't speak, and said: "Look quietly, you will see their enemies."

This is in the depths of a big mountain, there are only a few bungalows, everywhere is broken, and the soldiers are not neatly dressed, a bit messy, but people's spiritual heads are extremely high, and each one's eyes are as bright as cold stars , sparkling, as if eagerly looking forward to something.

The team in front of me consisted of only twenty people, and an officer in light blue patched clothes was standing beside him, shouting his password, saying a few words about the purpose of today's training from time to time: "You recruits, It's too disorganized, the charge horn didn't ring, who told you to charge? Also, Huang Ren, you are too disrespectful, you sneak away every time you give lectures!"

"Report!" Huang Ren shouted.

"explain!"

"I'm not sneaking away, but I can't figure it out. What's the use of doing this! I'm here to fight the devils. Wouldn't it be over if you gave me a gun?"

"Fire the gun? Just like you did before? What are you doing with the gun? Do you want to die?"

"I'm not afraid of death! My mother said when I came out that those who are afraid of death are not the children of the Xiang family! Those who are afraid of death should not join the army! As long as you beat the devils away, you will die. I am not afraid!"

"Hey, you brat, you can talk quite well. But what I want to tell you is that you are here to kill devils, not to die! Your lives are precious, and I want you Live, and live forever, only by living can you kill more enemies! Do you understand?" said the political commissar.

"Understood!" Huang Ren exclaimed.

"Chen Dashan!" said the political commissar.

"Here!" The tall man standing next to Huang Ren shouted with his head held high, obviously he was far more like a soldier than Huang Ren.

The political commissar said: "You have been a regular soldier, you can read and write, and you will take care of Huang Ren in the future."

"Yes!" Chen Dashan shouted.

"Okay, continue training!" the political commissar said.

The scene changed, Huang Ren and Chen Dashan were hiding under the thatched shed, and it was raining heavily outside. But the two didn't care about whether it rained or not.

Chen Dashan squatted on the ground and wrote two words with a stick.

Huang Ren said excitedly: "This is my name? Brother Dashan, is it true? Is my name so beautiful?"

"That's right, this is your name, Huang Ren. This is the word I taught you today. You have practiced your own name first, how about I teach you one by one in the future?" Chen Dashan laughed.

"Okay, this is good, haha..." Huang Ren smiled happily.

Next, Chen Dashan taught Huang Ren to write his own name one stroke at a time. Huang Ren was indeed smart. He not only learned his own name, but also the name of their army, the Daxiang Village Detachment, in one day.

At night, Huang Ren pestered Chen Dashan and wanted to learn characters. Chen Dashan thought about it and taught Huang Ren a word—male!

Then he said something solemnly, Huang Ren froze in place...

Turning the screen again, it is obvious that time has passed for a long time, Huang Ren is a little taller, Chen Dashan is still half the same as before, like a big brother, standing beside Huang Ren, like a big mountain, a barrier, as if protecting him all the time The younger brother next to me.

The two were lying on the mountain ridge, covered with weeds and branches, obviously they were in an ambush.

Not long after, a group of R country troops retreated from below in a panic, panicking along the way, obviously this is a group of defeated troops, fleeing.

With a sound, let's fight!

However, there was no frenzied shooting sound as expected in the TV series. Instead, someone lit firecrackers and threw them into an iron bucket to make the sound of a machine gun. But Huang Ren and the others aimed hard, aimed, aimed again, and then shot! There's no way, everyone doesn't have many bullets, if they shoot randomly, they can't afford to fire, and they can't afford to shoot!

Snapped!

A crisp gunshot rang out, and a soldier from Country R screamed and fell into the blood. Seeing this, Huang Ren exclaimed excitedly: "It hit!"

Chen Dashan on the side pressed Huang Ren's head and pressed him to the ground. Almost at the same time, Huang Ren felt two bullets flying past his head, almost killing him!