Four people played poker in a harmonious atmosphere.

The night is getting darker, and there is a bit of coolness in the air. The night wind blows, irritating the skin and making it a bit cold.

The four people added a lot of firewood to the bonfire, and the bonfire burned vigorously to drive away the coldness around them.

The season is just right, it's early spring, not yet summer, and there are few mosquitoes and ants. It's so relaxing to entertain by the fire.

However, a certain man sitting alone by the campfire, focusing on roasting bamboo shoots, was completely opposite to the atmosphere here. The whole body was enveloped in air-conditioning, and when the wind blew, it was extremely depressed.

In this depressed atmosphere, Yan Tianxing contacted Mucheng and explained his plan of action after midnight.

By the time I finished speaking, the three bamboo shoots in my hand were roasted smoothly.

There wasn't much seasoning, just sprinkled salt and pepper evenly, and then moved the bonfire away with the branches.

Glancing at the four people still sitting together, Yan Tianxing looked a little gloomy, stood up with the roasted bamboo shoots, and walked straight over there.

"Captain Yan!"

"Captain Yan!"

Upon hearing the noise, the two friendly soldiers immediately called him enthusiastically, but with half of the cards in their hands, they were reluctant to just throw them away.

Yan Tianxing didn't look at them and directly handed the three bamboo shoots to Mo Shangyun.

The bamboo shoots were roasted just right. They were not burnt even when roasted over an open fire. They were fully cooked and had a fragrant aroma.

"Hard."

Mo Shangyun took the opportunity.

Yan Tianxing's eyes passed over her coolly, then he looked at the two friendly soldiers, and his voice was as steady as an order, "Let's go."

After saying that, he did not wait for the two allies to make a decision - whether to choose to wait and finish the game, or to follow Yan Tianxing directly. Yan Tianxing turned around directly, turned his hand, and a flashlight appeared in his hand

, as soon as the switch is pushed, the light of the flashlight illuminates the road ahead.

After he left, the two friendly soldiers looked at each other and naturally did not dare to stay here for a long time. So they looked at Mo Shangyun and Mu Qixuan apologetically, put down their cards, and got up and hurriedly followed.

Mu Qixuan picked up the playing cards on the ground.

Mo Shangyun glanced casually in the direction Yan Tianxing left.

The figure was shrouded in darkness, leaving only a flashlight of light, shining in the direction ahead. Gradually, the light became farther and farther away along with the person holding the flashlight.

Looking back, Mo Shangyun gave Mu Qixuan a bamboo shoot.

Taking it, Mu Qixuan took a bite and praised without hesitation: "It tastes good."

Mo Shangjun, who had no hope at first, took a bite out of curiosity. The bamboo shoots were very crisp and had a unique fragrance. The conditions were limited and they were not as tasty as other ingredients, but the taste was indeed good.

She ate it once when she was young.

That person's cooking skills were not very good. She could eat whatever she cooked, and the bamboo shoots she baked were burnt black. But at that time, she had not eaten hot food for two days and two nights, and she could eat anything that was edible.

In my memory, I ate them all, but the taste was very average.

It was just a whim at the moment, but I didn't expect that Yan Tianxing not only cooked it, but also guaranteed the taste in such a simple environment.

Looking at the remaining bamboo shoot in his hand, Mo Shangyun paused for a moment, then handed it to Mu Qixuan naturally.

Mu Qixuan stared at her for a while, and finally smiled, pretending that he didn't know what to do.

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In the evening, Mo Shangyun and Mu Qixuan finished all the food and chatted for a while. At about ten o'clock, they cleaned up the bonfire and traces and entered their respective tents.

They were on the edge of the fighting area, and although no one noticed them, they listened to gunshots all night long.

"Bang bang bang", the sound of the Type 95 automatic rifle kept ringing intermittently and did not stop until dawn.

As soon as the day broke, Mo Shangjun and Mu Qixuan left the tent tacitly. They didn't have a good rest and were not in good spirits. When they saw each other when they came out, they couldn't help but smile at each other.

The two of them went to the stream to wash up briefly, and then came back to pack up the tent.

Carrying the bag, return the same way.

"What time do you leave?"

After walking through a section of waterway, Mo Shangjun suddenly asked Mu Qixuan.

"Afternoon, train at two o'clock."

"Train?" Mo Shangjun looked back at Mu Qixuan.

It takes a long time to get to them from here by train.

Mu Qixuan explained helplessly, "There is no way, the team is poor."

It turned out to be public funds...

So, Mo Shangjun withdrew his gaze and expressed his understanding.

This time, Mo Shangjun was familiar with the terrain and took a shortcut back. It only took him about four hours to successfully get out of the mountain.

The two of them were lucky enough to encounter a tractor. The driver was very enthusiastic and gave them a ride and took them to the city.

As soon as they got out of the car, the two received strange looks from nearby pedestrians, so they looked at each other.

Although they briefly tidied up before setting off, they trekked through mountains and rivers again and stayed on the tractor for a while. Although one was wearing marine camouflage and the other was wearing a jacket and military trousers, which were not easy to get dirty, the two of them were somewhat embarrassed.

.

The exposed skin was scratched, and there was some black ash on the face. Against the background of the careful dressing of the people coming and going, two people with excellent foundation appeared like this, which was indeed a bit conspicuous.

"Let's find a hotel and take a shower." Mo Shangjun suggested, touching his nose.

Mu Qi

Mo Shangjun glanced at him leisurely, noticed the gloating look on his face, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"I don't have any clothes to change, so that's it."

Mo Shangyun shrugged and dismissed the impromptu idea.

Mu Qixuan looked at the time on his watch, patted her shoulder, and said with a smile: "It's still early, you can go back to the guest house in the military area."

"Reconnaissance camp?" Mo Shangjun frowned slightly.

"Yes." Mu Qixuan nodded, "Let's go back together."

"No return."

Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows, turned around and left.

"Hey -" Mu Qixuan hooked her shoulders and brought her back. Looking at her calm face, he asked with a smile, "Go back half a day early. Do you think it's a loss?"

"What do you think?" Mo Shangyun asked calmly.

After a pause, Mu Qixuan said helplessly, "Let's go back together. We're afraid that people will gossip, or..."

There was a sudden pause in the words, and Mu Qixuan's relaxed tone suddenly softened, and there was a bit more magnetism in his voice, "Are you afraid that people will think you are suing?"

"Maybe, I'm afraid I'll go back early and cause trouble." Mo Shangyun took the words calmly.

Since she was given three days off, she stayed out for three days, which was what they wanted.

"It's okay if you go back later." Mu Qixuan nodded slightly, but with a somewhat cautious expression, "However, before you leave, senior, I would like to give you two suggestions."

"explain."

"First, your health is the most important, take good care of yourself." Mu Qixuan said word by word.

Because those rumors were related to Mo Shangyun's unauthorized actions, Mu Qixuan inquired carefully and found out that Mo Shangyun single-handedly fought two mercenaries and had many wounds on his body.

There are also shallow scars left on the finger joints of his right hand.

"I know." Mo Shangjun nodded perfunctorily.

"I know it's useless, just keep it in mind."

He tapped her head through the wide-brimmed hat. The movement was very gentle and the emphasis was on emphasis.

Mo Shangjun glanced at him sideways, endured it, and responded, "Okay."

After all, she is a senior, and he helped her deal with the tutor, so let's just treat it as an ideological education class.

Knowing that she didn't take it seriously, which showed that her attitude was pretty good, Mu Qixuan shook his head helplessly and avoided the topic.

"The second one," Mu Qixuan lowered his eyebrows and said softly, "I know you can accept it, but acceptance is acceptance. You can still be unwilling and slap someone in the face. But don't be disappointed, it's quite good.

,real."

Pedestrians were walking around, occasionally looking this way, but the noise was so low that only Mo Shangyun could hear it clearly.

Every word is clear and full of meaning.

Mo Shangyun heard clearly and understood the meaning of his words.

When he says "accept", he refers to punishment.

The "it" he said refers to the troops.

Everyone in Erlian felt that this punishment was unfair.
To be continued...