Chapter 305: Blue cigarette box and old friends from the east

Xu Le, who was soaked all over, pushed open the door and walked in. The rain kept dripping down the wet cuffs.

Several members of the seventh team looked at the ground along the water beads, and subconsciously or deliberately did not look at his face. Because they were nervous or did not know how to meet, they did not dare to raise their eyes.

The atmosphere in the room was very strange. Some were nervous but not the kind of tension that was a life-and-death struggle. Some were suffocated but not the suffocation caused by the incendiary bomb. But it was biased towards a kind of suffocation caused by the sunshine, the blue sea of ​​the island, the naked man shouted down the cliff and saw who was faster.

Xu Le wiped off the rain from his face, looked at everyone in the room and paused slightly, put his right hand into his top pocket, as if he wanted to take out something.

The ntr team members in the room suddenly became nervous. They felt completely different from the seventh group of players. For them, the man who broke into the courtyard with the wind and rain was a legendary figure, an extremely dangerous figure, and more importantly, the other party was an imperial figure.

They subconsciously held the gun in their hands tightly and prepared to lift their aim and shoot at any time.

Seeing this scene, the seventh group members reacted purely subconsciously, quickly moved the gun slightly, and pointed it at the floor in front of their feet to suppress it.

“Don’t be nervous.”

Xu Le noticed the situation in the room and threw the gun in his hand under his feet. When he took it out, he had a cigarette box stained with water marks when he took it out.

"Brother, beads, mountain cannons..."

He looked at several familiar subordinates, shouted their names with undepressed emotions, then took out the deflated cigarettes from the cigarette box and sent them one by one, and even the ntr team members who were nervously holding guns did not miss it.

The federal soldiers who did not have seven groups of backgrounds felt a little numb when they looked at the cigarette handed to them. They didn't know what to do. After a moment of embarrassment, they took it over slowly, but no one dared to click it. They still held guns with caution and looked at the situation in the room with fear or confusion.

The members of the team seventh team had no worries. Shanpao smiled and took the cigarette roll. Xiaosha raised his forehead, which was already very thick and now has become thicker by dirt. After igniting, Meimei took a sip, but was choked by the spicy and irritating smoke after being wet.

He quickly took out a blue cigarette box from his pocket, held a cigarette in his hands, and said sympathetically: "Boss, smoke this, blue box Sanqi, you probably haven't smoked it for a long time, right?"

Xu Le was stunned for a moment. He took the long-lost Sanqi brand cigarette. Looking at the thick black hair that was constantly shaking in front of him, he remembered the young master who forced this smoking habit into Group 7, and also remembered the past of more than a hundred men on the battlefield many years ago.

Like Brother Jade, Shan Cannon is also one of the new members of the group who have been added to the seventh group from the 8384 troops of the Hong Kong Capital. His father is a famous barrister and his family is incredibly prosperous.

Xu Le still remembers that after a devil training, the boy hid in the grass and cried, like an aggrieved boy accusing the military camp of poor conditions and even cigarettes could only smoke cheap goods like Blue Box Panax notoginseng.

He lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes and sucked, and sighed with self-deprecation and nostalgia: "No one has called me the boss for many years."

Hearing this sentence, the expressions of the team members became a little complicated. They remembered the identity of the man in front of them again, and the secret of the life experience that shocked the entire Federation. They suddenly realized that their performance was really a problem, and they did not have the attitude that federal soldiers should have.

But this really doesn't work. Shanpao frowned and confirmed that he could not treat his head as an enemy. So he looked at the room and smiled, lit the military fire lighter in his hand, and smiled and came to the ntr team members, lit the cigarette for them.

A dozen men lit cigarettes, stood there and sucked hard, and the blue smoke quickly dispersed, occupying every corner of the room, successfully dispersing the tense strangeness and confrontation that had remained before.

On the dangerous battlefield where life and death emerge, this kind of stick burning material is always the best material to get closer and harmonious in emotions. The ntr team members who were facing a great enemy finally relaxed, and began to show a real smile on their faces, leaning against the wall and whispering something to their companions.

The wind and rain outside the window were still continuing, and the round rain like pearls hit the broken glass, hit the beech board, constantly blooming, making a puff sound, echoing in the ears of everyone indoors, like a light and bright violin song, which makes people extremely relaxed.

Xu Le took off the cigarette and clamped it between his fingers, quickly glanced around the room, and saw a famous wounded man lying on the stretcher in the dark. Paul was behind the stretcher, his still young face full of incredible and surprising emotions, and was trying to stand up.

He gently pressed down with his right hand hanging beside him, signaling Paul to calm down and not to make too many moves. Then he looked at the burly man by the window, and said after a moment of silence:

"You know how dangerous this war zone is, and it's even more troublesome to take two prisoners. Don't tell me anything like tactical manuals. If you think the wounded is a problem, I can help you."

The raindrops came into the gap of the smashed beech board behind Xiong Linquan, wetting his strong and powerful shoulders, but he had no intention of moving to shelter from the rain. After entering the room from Xu Le, he stood by the window and looked at him silently, without going over to hug him, without holding a gun, or receiving a cigarette.

"Big Bear, you know me. I can't tell lies or talk nonsense. Give me a face and let Paul go. He is not a prince of the Empire. He and his mother saved me in the Empire. In other words, they have helped the Federation. Although they did not do it intentionally, I promise you that he is a good person and their whole family is a good person."

Xiong Linquan frowned slightly, thinking to himself why these words always sounded strange. Just as he was about to say something, an exaggerated laugh suddenly sounded in the dark corner of the room.

"It's so fucking fun! Hahaha!"

The laughter was very loud, arrogant, cold, and even exuded a shrill smell of resentment, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the room. People were stunned to take down the cigarette from their lips and look at that place.

"What are you doing? Acting in a movie? A warm reunion? You guys, I thought that if you blindfolded your eyes, this guy was not an imperial person!"

Dongfang Yu, who was lying on a stretcher, was seriously injured. At this time, he didn't know where he was trying to support him to support his body and lean against the corner of the wall. He looked at everyone panting and scolded fiercely: "What do you want to do! Stop in the enemy or treason? Or are you going to hug the crown prince of the empire?"

He raised his arm hard, pointed at Xiong Linquan standing by the window, and shouted sternly: "Xiong Linquan! You must dare to make a deal with him, unless you kill me immediately now, otherwise after I go back, I must keep my eighteen generations of ancestors in your family!"

Shanpao was so excited by this man's repeated harsh words that he was furious. He spitted out the cigarette butt in his mouth with a spit, and shouted: "Dongfang! I don't care about your official rank, you dare to scold the head as an imperialist. When you are injured, I will definitely stab three more eyes in your stomach!"

Dongfang Yu's resentful laughter forced tears, and the wound on his chest and abdomen broke open, and blood began to seep, looking very miserable.

He looked at Shanpao and laughed contemptuously: "Coward, if you say it's not him?"

Shan Pao's lips twitched slightly, and he wanted to refute but didn't know how to refute. He grinned as if he was crying and laughing, and turned to look at Xu Le. His eyes looked like a wounded little white rabbit, extremely pitiful.

Xu Le looked to the corner of the room. It was not until this time that he recognized the identity of the seriously injured person. He couldn't help but feel shocked and a lot of deep confusion in his heart.

Dongfang Yu was the commander of the 1st regiment of the Iron Seventh Division many years ago, and was Du Shaoqing's right-hand man with Ximen Jin. The war lasted for many years. According to the usual trajectory, this person should now at least serve as the commander of a major division of the Federation, and even have higher command power, becoming a new generation of generals of the federal military.

Who would have thought that such an officer with a bright future would now appear in the most tragic courtyard of the Southwest War Zone, lying on a stretcher, coughing and bleeding, and laughing with shrill and resentful laughter.

Of course Xu Le remembered that he was forcing Du Shaoqing to punish him personally and threw him into the NTTr unit of the New 17th Division. But he did not expect that this guy had lived in the NTTr with an extremely high death rate for three years, and he did not expect that Du Shaoqing, who had long been the first person on the front line of the federal government, had never taken out his most loyal subordinate.

"You are right. Whether you admit it or not, I am an imperialist, but now I have learned not to regard this identity as a humiliation, because the imperialists are not all bad people, and the Federalists are not all good people."

Three years ago, several bottles of bad wine and two bowls of instant noodles were found in the Foothills department store. After a long conversation, Xu Le had long lost his confusion about his life experience. He squinted his eyes and looked at Dongfang Yu on the stretcher and said:

"For example, a federal man like you is so shameless that he shoots a comrade in the back on the battlefield. Do you think you are qualified to accuse others of being a coward?"

The room was quiet. Dongfang Yu leaned against the wall and looked at him. The smile on his face gradually faded away. After a moment of silence, he replied coldly: "I don't want to explain that thing back then. In the past few years, I have never concealed my disgust for your dog shit group seven. Even if all soldiers and bandits like you die, they will not be given any sympathy."

“But I paid the price.”

Dongfang Yu looked down at the blood oozing out of the bandage in his abdomen and said, "I have been in ntr for three years. How long have the rest of the people in the room been there? Who on Mohuaxing has killed more enemies than I did?"

"According to the military achievements, I could have straightened my chest and walked out of ntr, but I just didn't leave. I just wanted to continue working in ntr until I died!"

"Why?"
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