A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 127 Feng Yuxiu vs. Gao Cheng
At night, Feng Yuxiu got up automatically.

Looking around, everyone in the third shift was sleeping quietly.

Their days were spent in a three-day countdown.

Spent the last three nights of the 7th Steel Company.

Feng Yuxiu twitched the corner of his mouth. When did these guys' breathing become so even? They must have insomnia.

The training mission also stopped and they could only wait.

Feng Yuxiu turned and walked out.

He stood downstairs of the dormitory and waited for five minutes. After making sure that no one was following him, he turned into the darkness and walked towards the cafeteria.

No one goes to bed early these nights.

Faced with a company that is about to be disintegrated, anyone who can fall asleep at this moment would be considered a carefree person.

The cafeteria was dark. Feng Yuxiu stood at the back door, looked around, and knocked.

A secret code of three long and two short.

After a long time, footsteps were heard inside.

The quartermaster came to open the door himself.

After entering the box, Feng Yuxiu stopped instantly.

In addition to the quartermaster, there is also the company commander Gao Cheng.

Gao Cheng smoked a cigarette and stared at the wall. There was a bottle of Moutai on the table. In addition to abalone, there were other main dishes.

"Chief Steward, I...didn't I say the company commander was here too? How about I leave first?" Feng Yuxiu said in a low voice.

"Come in, you bastard. You're the one in the Seventh Company who's least afraid of me, and yet you're still pretending." Gao Cheng yelled without even raising his head.

Feng Yuxiu touched his head, walked in, and sat opposite the company commander.

The quartermaster sat at the door and said, "Come, try my cooking. I made it myself."

"It's been stewed for five hours."

Feng Yuxiu picked up the chopsticks, put them in his mouth, closed his eyes and chewed slowly.

"The quartermaster's skills are really good." Feng Yuxiu praised.

"Company commander, try it." The quartermaster looked at Gao Cheng with a smile.

Gao Cheng threw away the cigarette butt, opened a bottle of Maotai, poured a glass for the quartermaster and another for himself.

He knew Feng Yuxiu didn't drink, so he put down the Moutai and took a sip alone.

"Do you know why the quartermaster called you here?" Gao Cheng put down his wine glass and looked at Feng Yuxiu.

Feng Yuxiu wiped the oil stains from the corner of his mouth and asked, "Farewell dinner?"

"I guess so. And I want to apologize to you. You stood up for the company commander and lost your second-class merit."

Feng Yuxiu smiled nonchalantly and said, "Captain, that thing can't be eaten or drunk. If it's gone, it's gone."

"Xu Sanduo!" The quartermaster suddenly looked furious. "This is a soldier's honor, this is the army's recognition. How come it becomes so light in your mouth?"

Feng Yuxiu was stunned.

"Old Wang, sit down. There's no one else here. There's no need to make such a big deal out of it. Xu Sanduo is right. Everyone has their own opinions."

Gao Cheng is very generous.

The quartermaster sat down angrily. How many people, how many soldiers had sacrificed their lives to get such a medal representing honor.

But the soldier in front of him took it so lightly.

Feng Yuxiu felt that there was something wrong with his previous words, so he continued, "I don't think my contributions are worthy of this medal. Isn't it only natural that I lose it? Give the medal to those soldiers who deserve it."

The quartermaster paused, then patted Feng Yuxiu's shoulder fiercely, "Good boy, your realm is so high."

"Bullshit! I liked what you said just now, but the second sentence is a bit hypocritical. Xu Sanduo, are you a hypocritical person? If not, then just say it directly."

Gao Cheng drank another glass of white wine, picked up the chopsticks and ate the food in big mouthfuls.

The three of them fell into their own silent thoughts.

"Company commander, I'm leaving too. This is the last time I'll cook." The quartermaster took a big sip and said.

"Yeah." Gao Cheng picked up some food and drank some wine.

So many people have left in the past few days that he has gradually become numb.

"There are only two of you left in the Seventh Company. In such a large company, there are only two left..." The quartermaster's voice became hoarse. It was also the first time he saw the number of vacancies for those who had to stay behind in the company.

"Are you full?" Gao Cheng raised his head.

"Ah?" The quartermaster was stunned, then he understood what Gao Cheng meant.

He stood up and walked out, leaving the space to the two people.

Two people who are about to be chained up in the prison cell of the Seventh Company.

"Do you know why I'm apologizing to you?" Gao Cheng frowned after taking a bite of abalone.

Feng Yuxiu shook his head.

He is a pure and simple person and cannot think of so many truths.

"Because I can guard the Seventh Company from now on, I can do whatever I want." Gao Cheng smiled.

Feng Yuxiu felt something was wrong. What had gone wrong with the company commander?
At about twelve o'clock, Feng Yuxiu stood up and said, "Captain, I have something else to do. I'll go back first."

"go Go."

In the box under the incandescent light, Gao Cheng tasted the white wine and enjoyed it with snacks.

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The scorching sun hung high in the sky, like a huge burning fireball, pouring out its scorching light without reservation. The scorching light seemed to set the whole world on fire. The playground was scorching hot, and layers of heat waves were rising from the ground, like a huge steamer, making it hard to breathe.

The 7th Steel Company, this once famous steel collective full of medals of honor and boiling blood, even under the cruel downsizing, the members are still like old pines, standing stubbornly in a slightly messy but upright formation, standing upright and solemnly on this scorching playground. Everyone seems to be holding on to something, that is the spirit of the 7th Company, the most ardent belief in their hearts.

The vehicles belonging to each regiment and company were quietly dormant in the open space of the distant playground. Under the direct sunlight, the bodies of the vehicles shone with a cold and hard light. They were like lurking silent beasts, waiting with ill intentions, ready to devour the 7th Company that was about to be disbanded mercilessly.

In the eyes of the soldiers, the cold and hard metallic luster was like an icy barrier, separating them from their glorious past.

Gao Cheng, the soul of the 7th Steel Company, stood at the entrance of the 7th Company with an upright posture, like a towering mountain. However, the tense outline of his resolute face outlined by the sunlight revealed the turmoil in his heart.

His hands tightly grasped the last list, his fingertips turning white from the force. The list in his slightly trembling hands seemed to carry the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the entire Seventh Company, so heavy that he could hardly bear it.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart and trying to make his voice sound firm and powerful, but the slight trembling was difficult to conceal.

He read aloud:
"Wang Lei, 7th Mechanized Infantry Company, A Regiment;
Chen Hao, Second Company of C Regiment;

Peng Xiaodong, 7th Mechanized Infantry Company, B Regiment;
Wu Liuyi, 1st Mechanized Infantry Company, B Regiment;
Ma Xiaoshuai, 3rd Mechanized Infantry Company, C Regiment;
Liu Jian, 5th Tank Company, C Regiment;

Li Ye, Artillery Regiment Engineer Company..."

Every time he pronounced a name, his voice sounded hoarse and painful, as if it had been honed by sandpaper.

Those names seemed to be ripped out from the bottom of his heart, and each one tugged at his softest nerves.

In the hearts of every soldier, these names were like sharp blades with a gleam of cold light, ruthlessly severing the deep and tight bonds between them and the Seventh Company.

For them, the Seventh Company is no longer a simple company organization, but a warm family with flesh and blood, sharing life and death, and is the most solid support in their youth.

Each of them is a drop of hot blood splashed after the Seventh Company was chopped down, carrying the spirit and glory of the Seventh Company, shining with unyielding light in the sun.

But at this moment, it is also filled with the pain and reluctance of impending separation. It is a pain that goes deep into the bone marrow and makes people almost suffocate.

There was a bag neatly placed at the feet of each soldier. The bag was not big, but it was filled with every bit of their experience in the Seventh Company.

It contains not only clothes, but also memories of their hard work in the Seventh Company, emergency assemblies in the middle of the night, long-distance runs with weights under the scorching sun, cheers for victory, and mutual encouragement in failure.

The moment their names were called, a flicker of relief flickered across each soldier's eyes, an instinctive anticipation for an unknown new journey. But that lightness was fleeting, and then, like a surging tide, a deep, overwhelming sadness overwhelmed them. Gao Cheng's voice gradually deepened, as if drowned by the torrent of sorrow. Finally, he slowly closed the roster in his hands, his movements slow and heavy, as if closing the pages of a glorious past that could never be returned.

His voice was hoarse, almost whispering, "This is the list of names."

He slowly raised his hand, which trembled slightly in the air, as if he was making a final struggle, trying to say his final goodbye.

He also wanted to raise his voice to give the soldiers a final encouragement, but when his eyes swept over the young soldiers in front of him who were holding back their tears and straightening their backs.

From the first line to the last, his throat felt like it was choked by a huge rock. The words that he had rehearsed over and over again in his heart were stuck in his mouth and he couldn't say them.

His eyes were full of reluctance and attachment. He looked at these soldiers as if they were his own children, but now he had to send them to all directions with his own hands.

"Disband!"

He shouted almost chokingly, his voice filled with endless pain and helplessness, as if he had used up all his strength.

These two simple words were like a heavy hammer, shattering the last integrity of the Seventh Company and the last hope in his heart.

This column was like fine sand blown away by the wind, dispersing silently without any room for resistance.

The company commanders and instructors who had been waiting quietly on the side quickly joined the queue. There were complex and subtle expressions on their faces, showing their anticipation for the new members and their desire to inject fresh blood into the company's future.

There was also regret over the disbanding of the Seventh Company. After all, they had witnessed the glory of the Seventh Company, but now they had to watch it fall apart.

They walked gently to the soldier and patted him on the shoulder without saying much. However, that pat contained thousands of words. The soldier then followed them silently, walking away step by step. Each step was extremely heavy, and each step was carried with deep attachment and reluctance. Their backs were filled with loss and melancholy.

Gao Cheng just stood there motionless, like a solidified statue, staring at the divided army with empty eyes. He had mixed feelings in his heart, anger surging like magma in his heart, helplessness like heavy shackles tightly bound his soul, and the deep reluctance was like an invisible net that trapped him tightly.

Once upon a time, under his leadership, the Seventh Company was invincible and victorious. It was the pride of the entire division and a flag flying high. But now, it has to face such a cruel ending. How can he be willing to accept this and let it go?

The company commander of the 1st Mechanized Infantry Company and the instructor of the 3rd Red Company looked at Gao Cheng's lonely figure, which looked like an abandoned island, and came over with reluctance.

The third captain could never say "you deserve it" again, even though this was the curse that Gao Cheng had first dug out Feng Yuxiu.

This company commander, this proudest company commander, is like a stray dog ​​at this moment.

His body was hunched and his steps were unsteady.

The company commander of the 1st mechanized infantry company took out a cigarette, his hand trembling slightly, and his trembling fingertips revealed his inner anxiety and sympathy.

The instructor of the Red Third Company also hurriedly took out a cigarette. In his nervousness, he spilled half a pack of cigarettes on the ground. He squatted down in a panic to pick it up. His flustered look added a bit of sadness to the atmosphere, as if even the air was heavy with sadness.

Gao Cheng forced a smile, but that smile was uglier than crying. He tried hard to tell a joke, to ease the suffocating atmosphere, but the cigarette in his mouth was shaking so badly that he couldn't speak. He had to bite the cigarette holder hard to prevent it from falling to the ground, as if that was his last stubbornness, his last persistence in this vortex of sadness.

"Be nicer to my soldiers. You guys...get out of here! You're trying to poach me. I, Gao Cheng, will be poached by you one day!"

Gao Cheng's voice was trembling slightly. It was his final instruction to the soldiers, his utmost protection, and his reluctance to leave the Seventh Company. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from his broken heart, carrying a scorching temperature.

The instructor of the Red Third Company and the company commander of the Mechanized Infantry First Company could only smile bitterly. What else could they say?

No matter how much comfort is offered, it seems so pale and powerless at this moment. In the face of such great sorrow, any words seem so insignificant.

They could only pat his shoulder with a thousand regrets, that gentle pat filled with helplessness and sympathy, then they turned around and walked away with heavy steps, each step seemed like dragging a thousand-pound burden, their backs were also filled with melancholy and sighs.

The cigarette in Gao Cheng's hand was broken into two pieces by the force he exerted without realizing it, just like his broken heart at the moment.

He finally couldn't help it and wanted to go see how his soldiers were doing. He was like a lost soul, following those people who were running in different directions in this chaotic playground.

His eyes were empty and confused, looking around, trying to catch the familiar figure that was about to disappear.

The once vibrant and passionate Seventh Company vanished like a dream amid the roar of vehicle engines.

Vehicles carried people, and people led people, and in the billowing smoke and dust raised by the moving military vehicles, they scattered to every corner of the entire division.

They will carry the spirit of the Seventh Company to a new battlefield, but the familiar Seventh Company, the Seventh Company full of laughter and sweat, will never return.

The billowing smoke and dust, like the elegy of the Seventh Company, lingered in the air for a long time.

Gao Cheng wandered between cars and people like a lonely ghost.

Sometimes, he met Wu Liuyi's iron-like face, which was full of determination and reluctance. In Wu Liuyi's eyes, there was confusion about the future and a deep attachment to the Seventh Company. It was an emotion that went deep into his bones.

Sometimes, he looked into Ma Xiaoshuai's moist eyes, and the tears in those eyes, like the sadness in his heart, were about to burst.

The soldiers looked at the soldiers, the soldiers looked at their former squad leader, and the company commander stumbled in it, as if he was in a nightmare from which he could not wake up. Everything around him was so strange and cruel. He could not find his direction, nor could he find the former Seventh Company.

When the last car disappeared at the bend of the playground, the only remaining trace of the Seventh Company was Gao Cheng, who suddenly looked hunched over.

He just stood there alone, the sunlight stretched his shadow very long, like his endless longing for the Seventh Company. That shadow, like his mood at the moment, was lonely and long.

He stood there for a long time, looking at the direction where the car disappeared, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Wu Liuyi took a last deep look at the dormitory of the Seventh Company. The familiar beds and walls, each one of them carried his youth and passion, and every corner was filled with the laughter of him and his comrades.

He gritted his teeth and followed the company commander of the 1st mechanized infantry company without looking back. He was afraid that if he turned around, he would no longer be able to move forward and the tears would burst out.

His steps were heavy and firm, as he was afraid that if he looked at him again he would cry, which was not allowed.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of the wind passing through the poplar trees. The wind seemed to be whispering the story of the Seventh Company, telling of its past glory and present desolation.

The sound of the wind was sometimes low and sometimes sobbing, as if the souls of the Seventh Company were sighing and telling the past that had been buried by the years.

Gao Cheng looked at all this in a daze. He probably never thought that the once glorious 7th Steel Company would be so quiet when it was disbanded. There were no cheers, no tears, only this suffocating silence.

This silence was more heartbreaking than any cry and pierced his soul more than any words.

A man stood in the open space of the Seventh Company. When it was noisy, he was drowned in the crowd, but when everyone else left, he stood out like a lonely tree stump in the desert.

Gao Cheng staggered back. The word "swing" was rarely used to describe Gao Cheng. He was always so high-spirited and walked like a dragon and a tiger. He was a role model in the hearts of the soldiers.

But after enduring the final moment, the captain of the seventh company finally began to shake.

His hands were shoved weakly into his trouser pockets, his shoes dragged against the ground, his back gradually became hunched, and his shoulders swayed helplessly. The soldier, who had always been full of energy, walked today like a man who had been idle for half his life and had lost hope in life.

He opened the windows of the Seventh Company one by one, looked at the empty rooms of the Seventh Company meaninglessly, and then closed them meaninglessly, as if this could preserve traces of the Seventh Company and those beautiful memories.

Gao Cheng's expression looked like he was both crying and laughing, as if he was sleepwalking. His eyes were full of confusion and loss.

He slowly walked towards the figure standing at attention, his steps light as if he was stepping on cotton.

"Termites, a bunch of termites..."

Gao Cheng slumped on the steps, smoking, cursing, and shouting angrily.

"They're all a bunch of fucking termites! It's all gone, everything is gone!"

He turned his back to the building of the Seventh Company and looked straight at the sunlight in the distance.

The sunlight was so bright that it made him feel as if he hadn't woken up yet.

It's one thing to be open-minded, but it's another to wait for it.

Gao Cheng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart and lungs, perhaps from the hangover from last night.

He smoked one cigarette after another until his feet were covered with cigarette butts.

"There are still people..."

Gao Cheng suddenly stood up and turned around.

He stood at the bottom and looked at the best part of the steps.

Feng Yuxiu stood there expressionlessly, watching the souls of the Seventh Company being pulled apart, and watching Gao Cheng look so lonely that he looked like a beggar.

Therefore, this ignoring and indifferent look made Gao Cheng feel angry.

He threw away his clothes, unbuttoned them, and walked towards the stairs step by step.

"Xu Sanduo, let's have a fight! Whoever loses goes back to sleep!"

"Come on, let's have a fight!"

Gao Cheng's eyes were red, and he was completely filled with feelings of loss, loneliness and despair.

Feng Yuxiu nodded and kicked him.

"Captain, go to sleep."

(End of this chapter)