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Volume 2: My Country One Thousand Twenty-nine.  music on the battlefield

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    Until the next morning, the rain showed no sign of stopping.  The rain was still cleaning the ground.  The dirty blood was slowly diluted, ripples appeared in the bomb craters on the streets, and the rotting corpses were wrapped in body bags by the soldiers and dumped in the corner, unnoticed.

    In a dilapidated low-rise building, most of the soldiers in Platoon A were holed up inside.  The few remaining rays of sunlight in the sky broke through the thick dark clouds and shone into the building. Buvich stretched out his head from the warm sleeping bag, slowly opened his sleepy eyes, slowly adapted to the surrounding light, and looked  Look around.

    Boa looked at Buvic expressionlessly, then picked up the newly cleaned rifle and moved it aside.

    "Well, how long have I been asleep?"

    "Six hours." Boya replied.

    Bovich rubbed his eyes and said, "Ah, it feels so good. You know, sleeping on a cool rainy day is the most pleasant. The cold wind is blowing outside, and the raindrops are pattering on the waterproof sleeping bag, but you  Sleeping soundly in a warm sleeping bag, ah! It feels so good!¡±

    "Well, it's great."

    ¡°What time is it now?¡±

    "eight thirty."

    Buvic took the water bag lying next to him and took a sip of water.

    "It's a wonderful morning, isn't it? The enemy won't attack us on such a wonderful morning." Donald said with a smile while holding his rifle.

    Sally said while nibbling dry food: "You have to see the enemy's mood. Well, those American soldiers are nesting in the buildings not far away."

    "Damn it, how many of us can move?"

    ¡°Counting the dead soldiers and those seriously injured who were sent away, we still have sixteen people left with combat effectiveness.¡±

    "How is Connor doing?"

    ¡°Totally crazy.¡±

    Donald looked back at Bozik, and then said loudly: "Okay, great, we lost half the platoon's combat effectiveness in one fucking night! It's all because of someone, who destroyed the entire platoon for honor and profit.  It¡¯s all terrible!¡±

    There was silence all around.

    Pozik picked up his rifle and stood up, slowly walked up to Donald, cursed at Donald: "Asshole!" and walked away.

    "What? What did you just say about me?" Donald stood up and pushed Bozik hard.

    "Asshole!" Bozik raised his voice.

    "You're the bastard!" The two were about to fight, and the brothers around them immediately rushed forward and pulled them apart.  There was a lot of shouting and the scene was chaotic.

    "Do you know what I'm thinking?" Pozik broke away from the person next to him and roared: "I don't care about those bullshit medals, and I don't care about those bullshit military ranks. If you want me to go to a military court, let me  I welcome downgrading at any time, because that is not something I should consider at all. What I consider is how many people I can save! Maybe I failed too much last night and killed several brothers, but I have never thought about it.  Killing them for the sake of your own honor and interests! Medals and military ranks are all fucking bullshit!¡±

    Silence.

    Donald stared at Bozik, sneered disdainfully, and then walked away.

    Edmund rubbed his hands and asked loudly: "Okay, now we only have sixteen people left in Platoon A. How are we going to survive today?"

    "I'm not God, I can't help it." Bozik said something and walked away quickly.

    Sally sat aside, staring blankly at the street outside through a small bullet hole in the wall.  She saw the old woman and her four children hobbling up the street like a few tramps.  There are dilapidated buildings and clouds of black smoke everywhere in the distance, and sometimes you can faintly hear the sound of gunfire and explosions.

    "The follow-up troops will be here tonight, hum! I guess we will all be mummies by then!"

    "Can we call for a medical helicopter to take away the fatal casualties?"

    "Call you a helicopter! Hoboer is dead and no one can contact the frontline medical center!"

    "Hell!"

    ¡°All our conversations on the walkie-talkies can be heard by people at the frontline command, but we cannot hear their replies.¡±

    "What do you want to clarify?"

    "Maybe reinforcements are on the way."

    "Fuck you!"

    "Wait a minute!" Torres grabbed the rifle and jumped up, "Did you hear that?"

    "What?"

    ¡°There was a sound outside, a very strange sound.¡±

    There was a pause in the roomIt became quiet.  Everyone listened quietly for a while, then immediately picked up their weapons, climbed to their combat positions, and entered combat mode.

    "The sound was about one hundred and forty yards ahead and to the right, twenty-four feet high, in the building over there. Please be careful, don't look up. We are lower than them!" Cole was lying on the ground.  Shouting in a low voice, he pulled out his sniper rifle and wiped the scope.

    The soldiers moved their guns to the right and found a seven-story building one hundred and forty yards ahead. The sound must have come from there.

    "Give me an order!" Chris kicked Lieutenant Bozik who was lying behind him.

    Bozik turned on the walkie-talkie: "Gomande 40DA calls Philadelphia Barrel Bar 43. Gomande 40DA calls Philadelphia Barrel Bar 43. Do you hear it? It's over."

    "Philadelphia Barrel Bar 43 received it, please speak."

    "There is a suspicious sound source at coordinates FEBA093. Have your people established a defense line there? Over."

    "No, it's over."

    "Understood, the call is over."

    ¡°What the fuck is going on?¡±

    "They may be enemies. Please don't fire and continue to observe the situation!"

    "There's something wrong with this sound. It sounds like they are playing an instrument!"

    "That's right!"

    "That should be their charge, or some bullshit march. In short, they are boosting morale, reorganizing their troops, and preparing for the next large-scale charge. In my opinion, we are dead, they will open our asses.  of!"

    Taylor, who was lying on the side, lowered his voice and cursed: "Chris, shut up! Damn it, your mouth is more disgusting than the butt of the black sow raised on my farm!"

    "Shh! Don't make any noise!" Gavin put his finger in front of his lips.  He paused quietly for a moment, then grabbed his weapon and slowly squirmed toward the corner.

    "Cole, lend me your sound source jamming system!" Gavin waved to Cole.  With a puzzled look on his face, Cole took out the sound source jamming system from his pocket and threw it away.

    "What the hell do you think you are doing, you brat!" Peter couldn't stand it anymore and cursed in a low voice.

    "Don't worry, the enemy didn't intend to kill us, they were just playing music to entertain themselves. I saw this kind of instrument they played during the Battle of Daniels. It looked like a bamboo flute, and the sound was pretty good.  "

    "What are you going to do?"

    "Do you want to do some anthropological experiments? I plan to respond to them." Gavin took out the small box from his backpack, opened it, and took out the three polished flutes.

    "are you crazy!"

    "You're risking all of our lives!" Bozik shouted in a low voice.

    "Relax, guys!" After Gaiwen assembled the flute, he clipped the sound source disruptor to the lip pad.

    The soldiers in the room looked at Gavin.  Gawin was nestled in the corner. He picked up the flute, cleared his throat, and then put his lips on the lip pad.  He first gently played a melody in the key of F major, then put down the flute and listened carefully to the other party's movements.

    The voices from the US military side also stopped.  The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and the air seemed to freeze solid, making everyone so nervous that they couldn't breathe.

    ¡°Damn it, you¡¯re in big trouble!¡±

    "It's really over this time, we're dead."

    Hundreds of raindrops hit Gai Wen's helmet, and poured down onto Gai Wen's face like a small waterfall along the brim of the helmet.  The rain splashed everywhere, but no one paid attention to it.  Cole gently opened the safety of the sniper rifle, Donald chewed gum quickly, and Bovich stared at the building through the bullet holes in the wall, without even blinking.  Everyone's nerves are stretched like a string, and they will break almost at any time.

    Someone asked in a low voice: "You were blowing the charge horn so arrogantly just now, why did the sound go silent all of a sudden? What are those idiots waiting for?"

    "They're thinking about spreading your ass."

    ¡°That¡¯s a damn good sign!¡±

    There were whispers of curses everywhere: "Gavin, you did a great job! If we suffer casualties because of you, I will take a knife to cut off the skin on your dick, and then make it into an octopus roll and throw it to  Feed the dogs on the street!¡±

    "Quiet!"

    "If you say another word, I will pull your ass away!"

    "The enemy is making moves!"

    At this moment, the Americans in the distance started playing their music again, but the sound became much louder.  It seemed that the aliens did not intend to launch an attack. The German soldiers in the room suddenlyTake a breath.

    This time everyone heard clearly that the music played by the other party was not a march or a charge trumpet, but a brisk melody full of positive energy.  Gavin found this interesting, thinking that perhaps the Americans raising their voices were inviting him to join their chorus.  So he simply picked up the flute, threw away those things about old sesame and rotten millet, and just started playing.

    Gavin once again became the focus of all the German soldiers present.  The sound of the flute is long and low at first.  Then the melody began to speed up, and the gap between high and low began to increase.  Finally Gavin went crazy, completely immersed in his music.

    "You're playing Canon!" Edmund almost shouted.

    The duet of Gavin¡¯s ¡°Canon¡± and the American tune is simply perfect!  The speed of the melody and the control between high and low notes are simply perfect!  Gavin is indeed a superb flutist.

    ¡°It¡¯s so handsome!¡±

    The soldiers looked at Gavin and listened to the duet he played with the Americans. They all smiled - the faces blackened by the war began to show rare smiles.

    Gawyn¡¯s fingers danced nimbly on the flute keys.  He was so immersed in it that he forgot that he was still a soldier and that he was armed to the teeth with equipment. He was completely like a man playing flute music in front of hundreds of audiences on a stage full of spotlights.  Home!  His body kept swaying to the rhythm of the music.  What a miracle!  Never since ancient times have German soldiers and American soldiers played such a piece of music together so perfectly.

    Tick ??tock!  A drop of rain fell on Sally's goggles.  Sally raised her head and saw through the broken roof that the rain had stopped.  The dark clouds began to slowly disperse, revealing blue sky, white clouds, and the rare sunshine.  America's unique sapphire blue halo quietly surrounds the sky.

    The soldiers had never seen such a beautiful scenery.  The sun drove away the darkness, shone into the house, and struck a drop of water on the flute, creating a small rainbow.

    The brothers sat around Gawen, as if they were no longer a group of grumbling, swearing, tired and confused mud-legged people waiting to rot in a dirty building, but now they were more like a group of happy farmers,  After finishing work, we sat around in the wheat field, listening to the playful chirping of reed warblers among the stems under the blue sky and white clouds, feeling the warm sunshine and sweet breeze, surrounded by endless golden wheat ears.

    When Gawyn finished playing the last note la, he took a deep breath.  The voices from the US military side also stopped.  The comrades looked at Gavin, and everything was quiet.  One of the soldiers moved, and he resisted the urge to rush forward and hug Gavin.

    "It's so clever! It's so damn clever!"

    "You are simply a miracle!"

    "Soldiers on the other side!" the enemy began to shout in tone-deaf German.  Bozik shouted: "Lie down on the spot and prepare to fight!" Suddenly, the sound of the retractor being pulled was heard all around.

    "Don't be nervous!" It seems that the Americans don't know where the German troops are hiding.  "You're doing a great job and your music is beautiful."

    "Nonsense! Don't even look at who I am!" Gawen muttered softly.

    "From your music, we can tell that you are not as fanatical about war as we imagined. You are very different. What instruments do you use?"

    Gawyn shouted: "Flute!"

    "What a wonderful instrument. I believe that friend who plays the flute must be very friendly."

    "You are very good too, at least you didn't kill us this morning!"

    "Friends, your music already makes us very happy, why should we take away your lives?"

    Donald whispered to the side: "This is a good reason."

    Edmund looked at the clear sky and took a deep breath.  It was the first time since the battle that the sky had cleared.  The sun has completely revealed its face, and white clouds like cotton candy are floating quietly in the blue sky.

    "What are you going to do after the war is over?" Gavin asked towards the US military stronghold.

    "Rebuild our home and clean up the mess you left us. What about you?"

    "I plan to go home and be a musician, do a few performances, and find some pretty girls!"

    ¡°I hope I can attend your show by then.¡±

    "I welcome Americans anytime. Bro, do you have any family?"

    "All myall relativesare all dead, and only one person at homeThere is only one sister left who is less than ten years old.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®  "

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    Corporal Sally put down her polished rifle. Just as she was about to speak, an earth-shattering explosion suddenly erupted outside the window, interrupting Sally's thoughts.  The deafening explosion stung the soldiers' ears like needles.  The shock wave swept into the room carrying tiny fragments of sand and dust.  The room was gray and chaotic.  The soldiers were so anxious that they screamed.

    ¡°What the hell happened just now?¡±

    "Be alert!"

    There was a fierce exchange of fire outside without any warning, and it sounded as if a certain unit had begun to fight with the US military.  The fire brightened and black smoke began to rise.  They were not prepared at all for such a fierce battle.

    The soldiers of Platoon A immediately entered combat mode.  Bozik once again connected to the combat communication network of the 3rd Reconnaissance Company: "What happened just now? Were you firing?" He was so anxious that he didn't even bother to report to his unit.

    "Impossible! We are not firing! Those are people from the 1st Reconnaissance Battalion of the 1st Marine Division. Reinforcements are coming!" It seemed that the company commander was more anxious than him.

    Woo!  An armed helicopter flew over, hovering in front of the seventh-floor high-rise building, and bombarded the low-rise building indiscriminately in front of it.  On the ground, an armed convoy drove up. A large group of soldiers jumped out of the car and spread out on both sides of the road to cover the convoy's advance.

    Peter looked at his watch. It was 3:21 in the afternoon. The reinforcements had arrived seven hours earlier than originally planned!

    "Lexington D1 calls all the garrison troops, move your fat ass over here! You can go home!" Of course, this "home" does not refer to the real home, but the outpost of the airport.  Despite this, the brothers present were quite excited when they heard this, because they could finally leave this boring place.

    Some soldiers threw smoke bombs, rushed out of buildings and established temporary defense lines.  Other soldiers helped the brothers who were decorated and ran out and stuffed them into the armored vehicle.  "call out"!  One of the opponent's missiles trailed fine smoke and flew over the head of Major Wilson, commander of the 1st Reconnaissance Battalion, and plunged into the building behind him, throwing up mud and rocks.  Major Wilson shrank his head subconsciously, then turned around and said to Bozik as if nothing happened: "We want to ensure that your wounded soldiers can leave safely, so before the wounded leave, I hope you can hold the southeast  Once the wounded are loaded, take your men and go with the men of the 3rd Reconnaissance Company, okay?"

    "rush!"

    Five helicopters flew over, spread out in all directions, and hovered over the battlefield.  Each helicopter dropped six ropes and a smoke bomb. The six soldiers in the helicopter grabbed their ropes and hung outside the cabin. They followed the ropes from both sides of the helicopter under the cover of the smoke screen, jumped to the ground, and then quickly dispersed.  .

    After the soldiers ran away, the helicopter dropped the rope, then quickly pulled up and left.  The whole process took less than thirty seconds.

    Platoon A hurried to the southeast corner of the defense zone and established a defensive line there.  The defender's seriously injured ship was lifted out of the tunnel by the brothers.  Yaklit was lying on a stretcher and was carried out of the tunnel by three soldiers - two soldiers carried the stretcher and one soldier held the plasma bag - through the streets where blood was everywhere and bullets were flying, and he was stuffed into a troop carrier in an armored vehicle.  inside the cabin.

    After everything was ready, a soldier slammed the door rudely, and then banged twice on the door.  (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
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