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Chapter 47 The Shadow Climbing Up From The Moon

He Changgui left, just left.

No relatives, no tears to see him off, almost no one even knew that he suffered the pain of being disemboweled and missed his family, and passed away quietly in the cold night in a foreign country.

The bullet in the chest of another American lying on the ground...is the last sound before his death.

Xu Qing carefully covered He Changgui with his clothes, and closed his eyes that he hadn't been able to close.

"The 330th fifth, He Changgui..."

In this dark room, he got up slowly, feeling indescribably heavy, dazed, and extremely turbulent.

He and He Changgui didn't know each other well before that. He only knew that he was the deputy company commander, and he didn't talk much at ordinary times. He had been assisting Qianli in managing the Seventh Company. If Qianli died, he would be on top. , Qianli did just that.

But now, he died alone in this remote village...

Xu Qing unconsciously squeezed the letter and the silver dollar. The anger in his heart had almost overflowed the surface, but he was still trying to calm down.

The colder it was, the more calm it was—something he'd learned in these days of life-and-death battles.

He didn't know what kind of grievances and conflicts there were between He Changgui and his family. This was their family matter, and he had no way of managing it... But he knew the culprit of all this clearly!

Without the Americans, without their ambitious wars, there would not be so many tragic events in the world, and there would not be so many Chinese heroes who died in the wilderness and no one knows about it!

Xu Qing rewrapped the letter and silver dollars, put them close to his body, and stroked the pistol. At this moment, his heart was full of hot and cold.

——Hot is for heroes, cold is for enemies!

"call……"

He was in the house, got a sapper shovel, and dug up behind the house.

The ground was frozen hard, and he dug for a long time before he dug out a hole that could accommodate one person to lie down.

"Commander He...Old He, it's cold underground, I hope you don't dislike me. When we return home after the war, I will definitely take you back! Now I can only wrong you and live in this icy and snowy place for a while..."

Xu Qing buried He Changgui's bones in a remote corner behind the house, carefully carved his name, hometown, and deeds on the wooden sign, put them in together with his gun, and covered them with soil.

He did not erect a monument, for fear that the Americans would find out.

Under such a cold temperature, the bones will not rot in a short time, and everything is kept simple.

He carefully wrote down the landmarks and the situation here in the small diary he found on the American soldiers - the diary already has Jin Xuhua, Xuan Qiang, and He Changgui is the third.

After finishing all this work, Xu Qing returned to the room just now, and sat on the place where He Changgui was leaning to rest just now.

Leaning here, there is a kind of peace of mind that I have handed over my back to the other party.

The moon outside the window is big, round, and also very cold.

He watched quietly, sat silently in a dark corner for 5 minutes, cleaned up his mood, and stood up again.

He hasn't eaten anything yet, and needs to replenish some energy. It's not very safe here. He took out the pistol wrapped around his waist, and continued to search the rest of the house.

The remaining house has a warehouse, a war room, and two rows of rooms for American soldiers to rest. Some equipment in the warehouse was destroyed by the former volunteer soldiers, but there are still some left in the corner.

He fumbled around and found the bullets that matched the two guns on his body. Garland had eight bullets and a magazine. He saved twelve and packed them into the carrying case.

As for food, the soldiers searched thoroughly. He finally found a bottle of red wine, leftover chocolates and canned fruits under the bed and in the cabinets of the US military dormitory.

There was a piece of paper label attached to the red wine. He tore it off and took a look. It was written in cursive English, which was very scribbled:
"To my brother...Taris."

Xu Qing read it out word by word, and the mailing place was California, USA, and then dropped it casually.

"Your brother has gone to your heaven, or hell—but the wine is mine."

He packed all these things, put them in an American backpack, and went back to the room just now.

Opening a can, it is a can of miscellaneous grains mixed with a variety of fruits, but it is not as fresh and delicious as the one he ate in later generations. Instead, it has a weird taste. I don’t know what was added to it, and it may be from the United States. taste.

Xu Qing frowned slightly, but she ate it anyway. In such a place, having such food is already very good.

He was eating happily, and after eating for ten minutes, he just filled his stomach.

——Suddenly, he heard a slight sound of stepping on snow on the hillside outside.

"There is movement."

He immediately put down the can, picked up the gun next to his hand, and hid quietly by the side of the window.

He Changgui can meet American soldiers in the house, which shows that the probability of encountering the enemy in this place is relatively high.In this cold winter, the possibility of being a wild animal can almost be ruled out.

He quietly hid himself in the shadow behind the wall, his black and white eyes closely watching the situation outside.

Slowly, he saw a pitch-black figure sneaking up from the northwest slope, moving very little.

This black shadow was also more cautious and vigilant. After climbing up, he didn't continue to move, and just lay motionless on the spot, because the "black shadow" also saw a pile of corpses scattered around, horribly dead.

"Hei Ying" was very patient, lying there quietly for three to four minutes, and Xu Qing also watched in the dark for three to four minutes.

If Xu Qing hadn't been alert and stared at it early in the morning, he would have even wondered if his eyes were dazzled.

After a long time, it seemed that after confirming that no one was there, the "black shadow" carefully crawled up and approached the house.

Xu Qing subconsciously held the gun tighter.

Because he could see clearly... Under the moonlight, that man was wearing a steel helmet that was brightened and reflective!

is the enemy.

He has quietly loaded the gun in his hand...

This person was almost the same as his previous behavior, and he also searched from the room on the far right, but Xu Qing had searched all the rooms in front of him, and they were all empty.

"Black Shadow" slowly approached the third room where Xu Qing was, and his defenses had been relaxed a lot, and he was even muttering cursing words incessantly:

"Fuck, why did you ask me to come up and watch, damn Fields..."

"There are dead bodies all over the floor. I should be in a warm shelter, not here..."

"Hello? Is anyone alive?"

"Zellers, where are you..."

While searching, he was calling softly.

Soon the footsteps came to the door of his room.

From the window, Xu Qing could see this black figure revealing a white American face under the moonlight, with beards, thin lips, and messy yellowed hair slumped under the steel helmet. He was about 25 years old.

He originally raised his pistol and wanted to shoot this person from behind. This angle and distance can be said to be a perfect shot, but suddenly he saw the American soldier lying on the ground who was shot dead by He Changgui.

Could this be the person the soldiers outside were looking for?
With a move in his heart, he gently put the body up against the wall. He deliberately uttered "who?" (who is outside)", and then quickly hid beside him.

The white soldiers outside also heard the sound and quickly entered the house with their rifles in hand.From his point of view, when he entered the door, he saw a familiarly dressed American soldier leaning against the wall in the inner room, with his head bowed.

He didn't step forward immediately, but raised his gun and asked doubtfully:

"Zellers? Is that you..."

(End of this chapter)