Doomsday

Gao Yuan's weight was forty kilograms, mainly guns and ammunition, but this weight did not make him feel particularly uncomfortable.

First of all, the high-altitude bag is a mountaineering bag, and the carrying system is still very good. Then he used to carry the outdoor bag to climb the mountain. Forty kilograms are not an exaggerated weight, so it is not difficult for Gaoyuan to carry a heavy load.

As for the weight of Xiang Weiguo and Luo Xingyu, it is much lighter, because most of the weight is on the trolley.

Of course, Kushiro is not easy to go, but it is not difficult to go, it is just a lot of trouble and trouble.

When I saw the village, I walked around, and then passed the village as far as possible, and the last 20 kilometers can use the tricycle.

In this way, when it was almost dark, Gao Yuan returned to their home.

"Put everything you want to put in, and you should hide it and boil water for cooking. Today is New Year's Eve. In the evening, I cook two dishes. Light rain goes to take out two pieces of pork and dumplings and go to the fire. I plucked the pheasant that hit me on the road. I'll get ready to start cooking. Let's drink two tonight. "

I ca n’t take a break because I have n’t been home for a month. I have too many things to do now. I hurriedly arranged for Wei Guo and returned to my home. I have to prepare a lot of dishes at night. Only time.

It was dark early in winter, it was completely dark at five o'clock, and it was darker earlier in the mountains. Now the sun is no longer visible at four o'clock.

I hit a pheasant on my way back, and now it is common to hit a pheasant rabbit, that is, to add a dish.

"Xiang Xiang, would you like to write a couplet?"

Luo Luo Xingyu shouted cheerfully, but said nothing to Wei Guo and Gao Yuan collectively, and they said in unison: "No red paper!"

New Year's Eve, in the past, it doesn't seem to have much meaning. Now, now, how many people can live together for a year and live for another year is very, very thankful.

It is a pity that there is no red paper for the Spring Festival couplet.

Gao Yuan put down the machine gun and bullets, but he put a pistol in his waist.

I used to be able to defend myself with a knife. Now it ’s different. Now I have a gun.

Add a pistol and add ten more magazines. Although heavy, it has a sense of security.

高 When Gao Yuan squatted there to pluck the pheasant, he looked at Wei Guo from behind and said, "Are you going to use a magazine as a bulletproof jacket?"

"Uh, is there a problem?"

没 "No problem, I just think it's funny. With ten magazines, I haven't seen anyone do it. You don't want to be heavy, eh, it's fine."

Xiang Xiangwei always seemed to want to laugh. Gao Yuan felt that Xiang Weiguo's smile was ironic a few times, but he was embarrassed to ask directly.

After a while, Luo Xingyu came out, and a pistol holster was added to her waist, but she only brought two magazines in the side pocket.

"Look at Gao Yuan, he has ten magazines on his body, haha, he laughs at me, what's the point of using his marksmanship to get a hundred magazines? People who can miss the target at ten meters.

Wu Xiangwei's mockery was not concealed, Gao Yuan felt very aggrieved, but he had nothing to say.

Luo Luo Xingyu is a little girl. The 25-meter pistol of the pistol can guarantee more than 90 rings, and it is also a 25-meter target. The high distance can ensure that it does not miss the target.

打 If you lay a machine gun in this prone position, Gao Yuan's performance is okay, but it's only okay. Colo Xingyu is excellent in excellent.

But if it ’s a pistol, Luo Xingyu is still excellent, but he is a little far away from the pass. The most abominable thing is that when he first came into contact with the pistol, he unfortunately missed the target twice at a distance of ten meters, and was then Making fun of Wei Guo so far.

Tatars have to die better than people, and they have to throw goods.

"The pistol is a weapon of last defense, it is not burdensome to take ten magazines, ha ha ha ha ha ..."

Xi Gaoyuan couldn't help it, he stood up and said to Xiang Weiguo very indignantly: "Uncle Xiang, be kind and have bad words behind people, this is ..."

等 "Wait a while, I said bad things behind you? Can you figure it out, am I making fun of you in person, OK? If it is in the army, I keep you under the flagpole all day."

"me……"

Beat, beat, scold, dare not scold.

Xie Xiangwei is completely without the support of an old soldier. How can Gao Yuan now feel that an old soldier can owe so much?

Finally, Gao Yuan resentfully said, "Xiang Xiang, were you annoying when you were an instructor in the army?"

Xi Xiang Weiguo smiled coldly and said, "Hate?"

"Sorry……"

"You also look down on me too much, I just hate words that are so cute, and the soldiers I teach will not hate me to shoot me black guns."

Wu Xiangwei sighed with regret, and then he said to Gao Yuan: "Xiao Yuan, you should be grateful for two things. You are not a soldier, I am not an instructor. If it is on the army, hehe."

I didn't say anything threatening, but he smiled at Wei Guo so that Gao Yuan felt like a chilling feeling.

"Uncle Xiang, how about the New Year, isn't it good to make people happy?"

Xiang Weiguo started his hand and said, "Nothing, just treat me as if you are making fun of others, otherwise you just put the magazine down, otherwise I can't help but want to laugh."

Gao Yuan returned to the house ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Remove all the extra magazines on the belt. It is not enough to take them down. You have to withdraw the bullets one by one, because the full bullets are not used for a long time, It will damage the spring in the magazine.

After a busy day, when Gao Yuan came out again, he looked at his watch, but it was time to call on the radio every day.

I went out for a month, so I did n’t call for a month. Now I ca n’t delay after coming back, although there is still no hope, but there is no hope at all.

"I'll call on the radio."

I took out the radio and connected the outdoor antenna. After everything was ready, Gao Yuan turned on the radio.

Hasn't called yet. In the background sound of Dora Dora, a man's voice continues.

"I'm in my hometown, I'm stuck halfway and can't go to Camp One. If you can hear it, don't call me all the time. My environment is dangerous and it's over.

Repeat calls, I'm a pipe, and who ...? "

The last one is not talking to Gao Yuan, but to others, that is, the calling person is talking to other people.

There was only a sound of electric current in the radio station. When Gao Yuan was hit by lightning over and over again.

Gao Yuan put down the intercom that he hadn't pressed. He turned and ran back, stumbled against the door frame, and then he rushed out of the door.

Gao Yuan's expression was ecstatic and violent.

Wu Xiangwei and Luo Xingyu both looked at Gao Yuan, because Gao Yuan's response was very abnormal.

Gao Yuan exhausted all his strength and trembled, "The pipe is a pipe. He is still alive, he calls me!"

Wu Xiangwei and Luo Xingyu both let go of their work and looked at Gao Yuan, and then said to Wei Guo with a surprised look: "Are you sure it is a pipe?"