The cool breeze blew on her face, Meng Youtian and Liu Feng rode on a horse and walked slowly in the field. The wild grass and the fragrance of wild flowers penetrated into their noses, and there was a gust of - huh? Meng Youtian smiled and hugged Liu Feng's waist, blew breathing in her ears, and whispered: "I smell the sweat on your body. When I get home, let's take a shower together?"

Liu Feng poked Meng Youtian back her elbow and said angrily: "In order to pick you up, I ran on the road for several days, passed the stronghold again, and was investigated again, and almost caught by the Japanese." After pausing, she lowered her head, tears flowed out, dripping on the back of Meng Youtian's hand, and said aggrievedly: "You also know, what will happen if a woman falls into the Japanese's hands? You still think that she smells sweaty, and she is really heartless."

"Don't cry, don't cry." Meng Youtian rarely saw Liu Feng crying. He was at a loss and was unable to move immediately. He had to hug Liu Feng tightly, pressed her ears and face and kept comforting him: "Feng'er, Feng'er, I'm playing with you. The smell of sweat on your body smells so good, I like it the most..."

...Sweat continued to emerge from Qin Lianfang's forehead and temples, gathering into dripping, some seeping into the soil, and some dripping on the back of Meng Youtian's hands. Meng Youtian's face was tighter, close to Qin Lianfang's earlobe, and the heat and warmth of his breathing, even the warmth and dampness of his lips felt so real and so close.

"Feng'er, Feng'er..." Meng Youtian whispered in a low voice, a little ambiguous, and to Qin Lianfang sounded like calling her, "Fang'er, Fang'er..."

The girl's heart pounded. The situation and posture made her feel like she was in the arms of her lover, and her soft and intimate call was beside her ears.

Zhang Xiaoman in front stopped, put the wounded down, squatted down and checked. It was not until Qin Lianfang rushed up that he said in a low voice: "He died."

Qin Lianfang looked at the body of a comrade lying on the ground and bit her lips. She was alive the day before, having dinner, laughing together, and acting together, and even fighting side by side just now. Now she can no longer hear his bold laughter or his happy smile.

"How is Brother Meng?" Zhang Xiaoman quickly got rid of the shadow of his comrade's sacrifice. In such a cruel environment, sentimentality is unscheduled. They must look forward and think backward.

"I'm still in a coma." Qin Lianfang sighed and said, "But it seems that there is no life in danger. It's almost dawn, so we can't go like this. It's too dangerous."

Zhang Xiaoman nodded and said, "I think so too. There is a cave in front of us for storing supplies, so let's hide first!"

"Well, I have to do this." Qin Lianfang responded helplessly, and then carried Meng Youtian on her back.

In the clearing of a small woodland, Zhang Xiaoman found the entrance to the cave among the weeds, put the body of his comrades in, and helped Qin Lianfang put Meng Youtian into the cave.

"Xiaoman, come down too." Qin Lianfang stood in the cave, looked upward, and greeted Zhang Xiaoman.

"Instructor, you and Brother Meng should hide well. I'll find our people to pick you up." Zhang Xiaoman shook his head, threw the kettle and gun on his body to Qin Lianfang. He turned around and covered the lid.

"Hey, don't--" Qin Lianfang shouted, then closed her mouth. This hole was used to store supplies and was built in a hurry and could not be covered from it. Zhang Xiaoman had already thought of this and had already been ready to go out alone.

There was a rumbling sound outside, and Zhang Xiaoman pretended to be the entrance of the hole, then he pushed it a few times. Several holes appeared in the lid, which were covered by weeds. The light was very clear and transparent.

He thought so thoughtfully and knew that he had left a ventilation hole. Qin Lianfang sighed softly, worried about Zhang Xiaoman's safety, and deeply grateful for his comrades-in-arms.

There was some food stored in the cave and several seized blankets. Another body was squeezed into the cave, which was not big. The two of them seemed even smaller. Qin Lianfang couldn't bear to feel aggrieved the body of his comrades, so she put him flat in the blanket. She wanted to make Meng Youtian lie comfortably, so she could only sit on her side.

After finishing her work, the battery of the flashlight was almost out of power and turned dim. Qin Lianfang turned off the flashlight and the hole became dark. She leaned against the wall of the cave and wanted to close her eyes to rest. After a while, her curled legs were sore and painful. After moving for a while, Qin Lianfang thought of a trick. She lifted Meng Youtian's head, stretched her legs out, and let Meng Youtian rest on her legs, and then she felt a little more comfortable.

Meng Youtian was like a sleepy child, obediently letting her do whatever she wanted. Qin Lianfang shone with a dim flashlight, and complicated feelings arose in her heart. She tentatively reached out and touched Meng Youtian's face. The temperature on her face made her feel at ease and kind. She stared for a long time, pursed her lips, suppressed the impulse in her heart, turned off the flashlight, leaned back, and closed her eyes.

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The sky changes at the rainy season. This moment seemed to have suddenly come. Large areas of thick black clouds expanded rapidly like lead-colored curtains, as low as if they were on the treetops. The air was shaken more and more violently, and the wind blew, making the leaves rustle. The darkness fell on the earth, and the raindrops fell, and with a flash of lightning, the thunder came heavily and angrily.

Miyamoto held the saber on his waist tightly and looked at the increasingly dense rain curtain hatefully. The raindrops fell on him, and his face took away his hope and washed away his enthusiasm. After a while, he waved his hand suddenly and ordered: "Retreat."

I was really helpless and depressed. I finally caught the whereabouts of the guerrillas, but after mobilizing the troops, I didn’t get much. In addition to being tired of digging holes, sweating, and the remains of a guerrilla player in the tunnel, as well as the killing of grenade traps, nearly twenty casualties have been paid in this operation.

It took too long to dig tunnels in the rubble ruins, and the sudden heavy rain broke Miyamoto's last hope of pursuing the enemy. Look, the raindrops were hanging and swaying, and they could no longer see clearly, but just a piece of darkness, and the world was covered with everything, and they were all wrapped in it. It was impossible to tell which trees were, which were the ground, and which were clouds...

The enemy was very careful when they left. When the heavy rain was raining, all traces were washed away. It can be said that Miyamoto made the wisest decision. Each team of Japanese and puppet troops was ordered, and rushed to their respective strongholds as if they were amnesty.

This is not the end, it is just the beginning. Miyamoto put on a raincoat and rode a war horse. He looked back at the already chaotic wilderness hills. He gritted his teeth, turned his horse's head, and ran to the distance.
Chapter completed!