"Hey! I have such a bad temper!"

In the steamy shower room, Lu Yao squeezed out a dollop of shampoo and applied it on the top of Wei Ran's head without any explanation, "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Cangzhou, my name is Wei Ran."

Wei Ran did not refuse the other party's kindness. While rubbing the shampoo on his head to create foam, he asked, "A person from the capital?"

"Ah, no."

Lu Yao rubbed the foam on his head and lowered his voice and asked, "Brother, did you really come down from the front line?"

"How do you know?" Wei Ran asked with a smile, "Just because my hair is long?"

"Your backpack and rotten pants are just outside."

Lu Yao was far more attentive than Wei Ran thought, "There is camouflage on the helmet, and there is red mud on the butt of the gun. Those who came down from the front line must not have escaped."

Having said this, Lu Yao took a step back, pointed at Xiao Xifeng on the other side who was trying to apply the shampoo foam on his head to his whole body, and said, "He is He Yong, from Baoji, just call him Xiao Xifeng."

"Xiao Xifeng?"

Wei Ran's heart suddenly moved, he wiped his face and asked curiously, "Where did you get this nickname?"

"Um, I'm a worker at Xifeng Winery..."

"Mandarin, Xiao Xifeng, you are already a messenger, you have to speak Mandarin." Lu Yao corrected him.

Xiao Xifeng, or He Yong wiped the water stains on his face, and while rubbing the creaky nest with the remaining foam, he explained with a naive smile, "My father is a worker at Xifeng Winery. When I joined the army, my father secretly pretended to be

I bought two kilograms of Xifeng wine to drink on the road."

Speaking of this, Xiao Xifeng said with regret, "I was secretly drinking on the train when I was discovered by the chief who picked us up. I even drank him down. Only when we got to the station did I find out that it was the deputy chief who picked us up.

Master."

Forehead...

Wei Ran grinned and was about to say something when Squad Leader Dao had already walked in with a towel.

"Squad leader" Wei Ran, who was almost done washing, took the initiative to say hello.

"After washing, hurry up and get your hair cut," the squad leader urged, "We don't have much time."

"yes!"

Wei Ran responded again, nodded with Lu Yao and He Yong, rinsed off the last bit of foam from his body, and walked out of the shower room while wiping it with a towel.

Putting on the brand new but musty green military uniform in his backpack, Wei Ran stuffed his chest strap, kettle rifle, even his homemade big pants and old Jiefang shoes into his backpack, and trotted in.

Went to the barber shop next door.

"Comrade, come here and sit down."

In this barber's room, a man who looked to be around 30 years old and walked with a limp greeted him while vigorously shaking his scarf.

"Thanks"

Wei Ran followed the other person's instructions and sat on the small stool, letting the barber cover him with a scarf.

"How to cut?" the barber asked while picking up the hand clipper.

"Shorter is better, but don't be bald." Wei Ran replied without thinking.

"Back to the front line?" the barber asked while dripping some lubricant on the clipper.

"how do you know?"

Wei Ran asked curiously. Since the master used "return" instead of "go", he obviously had enough confidence to make such a guess.

The barber smiled, but didn't say anything. He just operated the clipper and used the comb as a cushion. In just five minutes, he cut off his slightly long hair, and also helped him trim his beard.

I gave it a scratch.

It wasn't until Wei Ran was handed a hot towel to Wei Ran to wipe the broken hair on his neck that the barber answered the original question, "I also came down from the front line."

Before Wei Ran could say anything, Squad Leader Dao, who had also changed into a clean military uniform, also walked into the barber room.

After giving up his position to the other party, Wei Ran was not in a hurry to leave. He took out the 78 pot from his bag, poured out the not so clean water inside, and then went to the edge of the faucet to rinse it carefully.

After rinsing, refilled with clean tap water.

While the squad leader was getting a haircut, he quietly sat on the bench against the wall and looked at the layout of the barber's room.

In addition to several barbers who were all disabled, what caught his special attention was the calendar hanging on the wall.

The time shown on this calendar is March 25, 1984, which is a weekend and the sun is quite bright.

Secretly keeping this time in mind, he took out the compass from the metal book under the cover of his backpack, compared the flyback watch on the other side with the wall clock on the wall, and adjusted the time to 4:16 pm.

After some procrastination on his part, the squad leader had already finished cutting his hair.

"Come with me"

The squad leader called Wei Ran, picked up his backpack, and took him out of the barber's room, heading straight to a red brick house not far away.

As expected, when the two of them pushed open the wooden door and walked into this small room, Lu Yao and Xiao Xifeng were also there.

Not only are they there, there is also a young soldier wearing a clean military uniform, holding a copy of Swordsman and Reading quietly. At his feet, there is a medical backpack.

"Wei Ran, why are you here too?"

After Lu Yao finished speaking, he looked at the knife squad leader who was looking for a place to sit down strangely, "This can't be..."

"Dao Baoguo!"

Just at this moment, a loud voice with a Cantonese accent shouted from outside with great energy. Less than half a second later, Squad Leader Dao immediately stood up and shouted with the same great energy, "Here we come!"

"

Immediately afterwards, several other people, including Wei Ran, also stood up and looked at the door of the room.

"You're finally here!"

Before he finished speaking, a tall and thin man with a hairline slightly set back, who looked similar to Squad Leader Dao and was about thirty years old, walked quickly into this simple conference room, holding the hand of Squad Leader Dao enthusiastically.

together.

"Platoon Leader Luo" the squad leader greeted the visitor warmly.

"What are you, Platoon Commander Luo? Sit down quickly!"

Platoon Leader Luo pressed the squad leader's hand that was about to salute and greeted warmly, "Come on, come on, everyone, sit down."

After inviting everyone to sit down, Platoon Leader Luo first dispersed a circle of cigarettes for everyone. Then he picked up the enamel kettle in the corner and poured water into the enamel jar in front of everyone. He said, "This is the person I talked to you about before.

The Dao Baoguo mentioned was an experienced old detective. In 1979, we only survived thanks to him."

While Platoon Leader Luo was making the introduction, Squad Leader Dao simply raised his hand to salute the rest of the people in the room, and the other people also raised their hands to return the salute.

"Lao Dao, let me introduce your soldiers to everyone." Platoon Leader Luo said as he handed over the enamel jar filled with cold white cabbage.

"His name is Wei Ran, the best prisoner in our sharp knife squad."

While squad leader Dao was introducing, Wei Ran also raised his hands in salute, and then took the enamel jar handed over by platoon leader Luo.

"This is Lu Yao, the artillery reconnaissance calculation soldier of our artillery regiment. He is a college student!" Platoon leader Luo said, and handed the third enamel pole to Lu Yao, who stood up and saluted.

"Next is He Yong, communications soldier."

As Platoon Leader Luo spoke, he also handed the other party an enamel jar filled with water. After saluting, Xiao Xifeng quickly took it with both hands.

"The last one is Cha Yongfang, the squad leader of our reconnaissance platoon."

After Platoon Leader Luo finished speaking, the soldier who had just been watching Swordsman also raised his hand in salute and took the enamel jar handed over by Platoon Leader Luo.

"Lao Luo, what big move is this?" Squad Leader Dao asked carefully after everyone had been introduced.

“I scratched my tongue a few days ago.”

As Platoon Leader Luo spoke, he pointed to the map spread out on the table, "He was a car soldier transporting supplies. When we arrested him, the truck bed he was driving was filled with mortar shells. We started from

A magazine of ammunition came out of his mouth."

As he spoke, Platoon Leader Luo picked up the pencil on the table and drew a circle at a certain location on the map, "According to his explanation, there were a lot of mortar shells stored in that ammunition depot, including Lao Maozi's rocket launcher.

There are quite a few of them.

After discussing with the political commissar, the regiment leader decided that it was necessary to destroy the ammunition depot, and this task was entrusted to me."

Hearing this, Squad Leader Dao glanced at the map, then at Lu Yao across the table, and asked in an almost affirmative tone, "Touch over to guide the artillery?"

"right"

Platoon Leader Luo nodded, "Squad Leader Cha and I are leading the team. In order to ensure the completion of the mission, we now need someone who is familiar with the terrain to lead the way. I remember 1979..."

"no problem"

The squad leader seemed unwilling to mention certain things that had happened, but simply asked, "When will we set off?"

"dusk"

Platoon Leader Luo thought for a while and continued, "Lao Dao, our core mission in this operation is to find the ammunition depot, and we must ensure that Comrade Lu Yao and Comrade He Yong complete the artillery guidance mission."

"How many people are there in total?" Squad Leader Dao looked at the former and asked.
To be continued...