The task of the advance team was to find a suitable construction site. They were accompanied by two engineers, a surveyor and a geological prospector. After abandoning the car, they marched in the mountains for two full days. At dusk on the second day, everyone set up tents to rest.

Scattered snowflakes were floating in the sky covered with lead clouds, and it seemed that a heavy snowfall would fall in the evening.

The four engineering and technical personnel were all intellectuals wearing glasses, and one of them was a woman. They were far from adapting to the harsh environment of the plateau. They were lying in the tent breathing heavily, and the sound made people stand up for them.

His little body was worried.

The team's company instructor and squad leader's hygienist were busy pouring water and medicine for them and persuading them to eat something. The less they ate, the more they would feel hypoxic.

The soldiers are physically strong. When they joined the army, they had experienced the five-kilometer armed cross-country training in the recruit camp every day. They had a strong ability to adapt to the environment. By this time, they had basically adapted to the hypoxic environment. They were ignited with special white briquette fuel.

After setting up a campfire, the soldiers gathered around to keep warm and ate half-cooked noodles and compressed biscuits. Because the altitude was too high, the water could not be boiled, so the noodles could only be cooked half-cooked.

A few of my comrades who were relatively familiar with me were a big man from Heilongjiang in Northeast China, a Tibetan soldier from a Tibetan area, and Xiao Lin, a 16-year-old communications corpsman from Jilin. We finished the noodles in two bites and took a breather to rest.

, I feel that the effort required to eat a meal on the plateau is almost more than that of an armed cross-country march on the plains.

Xiao Lin rested for a while and said to me: Brother Hu, you joined the army in the city and know a lot. Tell us a few stories.

The big man also followed suit: Ouch, Old Hu, I don’t want to listen to your chatter. It’s so annoying. Anyway, I have to organize a class meeting later, and I can’t take a break in advance. I’ll chat with my comrades for a while.

Gawa didn't speak Chinese well, but I could understand it, and she wanted to say something. She opened her mouth for a long time, but couldn't think of what to say, so she just waved her hand at me. I guess what he meant was, "Just tell me."

, I also listen to it.

I stuck out my tongue and said: The air is so thin, how can you be so energetic? Since the comrades want to listen, I will talk in plain language first. When the class meeting is held later, the squad leader will give me some shoes, so you have to help me.

Intercede.

Why do I say that? Because our squad leader doesn’t like me. He joined the army from a rural area. He stayed in the army like a little wife for five years before becoming a small squad leader. He especially doesn’t like me.

As soon as there was a meeting in the class, he would ask me to speak, and he would criticize me when he caught the loopholes in my words. It has almost become a fixed pattern, and it makes me angry, so don't mention it.

But what should I say? The total number of books I have read is less than ten, including four selected by Mao, one on Quotations, one on Dictionary, one on Red Sun, and one on Young Guards. But these

I’ve told them everything, and I don’t think they understand the secret technique of Feng Shui.

I was scratching my head, and finally remembered a book I borrowed from Tian Xiaomeng when I went to the mountains and countryside. It was a manuscript of folklore that was very popular at the time. The content of this manuscript was mainly about the deeds of the Plum Blossom Party, and also

It included many anecdotes from society at that time, including a story about a hundred beautiful women's skins, which left a particularly deep impression on me.

The beginning of this story happened on a train from Beijing to Nanjing. The female college student Zhao Pingping took this train when she returned to Nanjing to visit relatives. The passenger sitting opposite him was a young and handsome PLA officer. The two of them were interested in each other.

They started chatting accidentally. Zhao Pingping was fascinated by the young officer's demeanor and conversation. During the conversation, she also learned that he had a good family environment and was highly educated. Zhao Pingping even began to fantasize about marrying him. Unknowingly,

The train arrived at Nanjing Station. The officer asked Zhao Pingping to sit in a restaurant near the train station. During the meal, the officer made a phone call. When he came back, he took out a letter and asked Zhao Pingping to help deliver it to him in Nanjing.

At home, because he had an urgent mission and had to rush back to the army, he could not go home yet. Zhao Pingping agreed without hesitation, and then the two reluctantly parted.

The next day, Zhao Pingping went to the officer's home to deliver the letter. She was received by an old woman. The old woman took out the letter and read it. Then she warmly invited Zhao Pingping to her home and poured her a cup of tea. Zhao Pingping drank it.

After a few sips of tea and a few chats with the old woman, she suddenly felt stars spinning in front of her eyes and fainted to the ground. A bucket of icy cold water woke Zhao Pingping up. She found herself naked and tied to a peeling orange.

The walls were covered with human skins. There were several people standing around, it was the old woman and several burly men under her. She brought the letter to Zhao Pingping and showed it to her. There was only one sentence in the letter: Send

Here comes the hundredth beauty skin, please check it. The old woman sneered and said: You are about to die, let you know clearly that we are all latent agents, and skinning women's skin is to fill it with explosives.

A total of one hundred human skins were prepared, and today I finally got enough. He took out a Ksari knife and handed it to one of his men, asking him to skin Zhao Pingping alive. The Ksari knife is a special knife specially used for skinning.

The big man slashed Zhao Pingping's head with a knife, and as she screamed,

As soon as I started talking, I was interrupted by the second squad leader who came over: Don't say anything, don't say anything. Hu Bayi, you are making things up again. Now our class is holding a class discussion meeting.

Don’t you like to talk with your little mouth? This time, let’s let you get it right first. Book Alliance
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