Zhou Linlan's eyes fell on Fengyinglou's face. His pupils suddenly shrank slightly, but soon returned to normal. Hai Qingwu, who was lying in his arms like a kitten, seemed to have seen this scene with her own eyes.

He nodded imperceptibly.

"Find a place to sit by yourself," Zhou Linlan smiled at Fengyinglou, "By the way, you are Mo Tian's apprentice, right?"

Feng Yinglou's pupils also shrank slightly. This man, who had his legs amputated below the knees and could only sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, actually saw through his trump card at a glance. Even his disciples said,

This situation where the intelligence was at a disadvantage made Fengyinglou involuntarily feel a little nervous.

"Don't look so surprised or even wary. We are not enemies."

Zhou Linlan still had a faint smile on his face, "We all studied there. Regardless of our age and status, we are still alumni. You look like a replica of Mo Tian, ​​20 years ago. Even you

When you enter a room, you stand in the same position, and the order in which you look at every point on a stranger's body is exactly the same. If this is the case, I still can't tell that you are Mo Tianshou's apprentice, and that would really be a shame for my ten-year friendship with him.

"

"Why are you still staring?" At this time, Hai Qingwu finally left Zhou Linlan's arms with a face of confusion and reluctance, with a look of pride on her face, "Brother Zhou was in the Fifth Special Forces and Long Jian

Hui, one of the three swordsmen as famous as Mo Tian, ​​is known as the golden right hand by everyone for his special skills that no one can match!"

Hearing the words "golden right hand", Fengyinglou's eyes involuntarily fell on Zhou Linlan's right hand.

This senior who was as famous as Long Jianhui and Mo Tian in the Fifth Special Forces was in his forties, with hair less than one centimeter long and a straight waist even when he was sitting in a wheelchair.

It makes him look like he still retains the pride of a professional soldier.

But I have been away from the Fifth Special Forces for too long, and in the world of normal people, in Zhou Linlan's eyes, I no longer have the heartfelt fierceness of the professional soldiers of the Fifth Special Forces.

Even if the King of Heaven blocks my way, I dare to kill the murderous spirit with one shot. What will be replaced by me is the generosity and gentleness that I can't compete with the world.

It is because he retains some of the strength of the soldiers of the Fifth Special Forces, and has a gentle smile, plus his eyebrows are as sharp as swords and he is not angry and intimidating, so that Zhou Linlan at this time looks both serious and chic, even though he is sitting in a wheelchair,

He still exudes the charm of a mature man that is enough to make a young girl's heart flutter.

But what attracts Fengyinglou's attention the most is Zhou Linlan's right hand. No matter what unexpected tricks Zhou Linlan has, all the skills and secrets should be in his right hand, but now Zhou Linlan...his right hand is all he has left.

The thumb and little finger are down.

Facing Feng Yinglou's gaze, Zhou Linlan raised his right hand generously and said with a smile: "It used to be called the golden right hand, but now, I think it's more appropriate to call it the crab claw hand..."

Finding Hai Qingwu lying in her arms, she looked at her right hand with a look even uglier than crying. A few glimmers of crystal water quickly gathered in her eyes. Zhou Linlan first stretched out his left hand,

He gently scratched Hai Qingwu's nose, really like teasing a kitten. It tickled her until she showed a happy smile again, and then she smiled and said: "I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything, you damn girl,

We haven’t seen each other for so many years, and suddenly he came here and brought Mo Tian’s close disciples to me. What’s going on? Don’t keep it secret, just tell me directly.”

"I hope..." At this point, Hai Qingwu bit her lip and was silent for a long time before whispering: "You can tell Fengying Tower about your matter."

Hearing this request, Zhou Linlan's face also showed a hint of surprise, but he did not hesitate, "Okay, of course I will not refuse Xiaosi's request. Xiaosi, where do you want me to start?"

Hai Qingwu's eyes fell on Zhou Linlan's right leg that had been amputated at knee level. She suddenly jumped up and rushed out of Zhou Linlan's office as if she was running away.

Looking at the door that was slammed hard by Hai Qingwu, Zhou Linlan shook his head gently. Even a flash of pain flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and looked at

Still standing upright like a gun, standing quietly in Fengyinglou in a corner of the office, Zhou Linlan warmly

He said: "I see the confusion that cannot be concealed in your eyes. I don't know what is confusing you, so I can't help you answer it. But no matter what, the two of us are alumni, and there is no superior or subordinate.

Don't be constrained by your relationship, just bring a chair and sit in front of me."

Facing Feng Yinglou, who moved a chair and sat in front of him like a primary school student, looking at the office door that seemed to be vibrating, he stretched out his right hand with three fingers missing, and lightly beat himself

At this moment, even Zhou Linlan's eyes became a little confused.

"Your master Mo Tian and I were students in the same batch, and we also participated in the war twenty years ago. The difference is that Mo Tian fought from beginning to end and became a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles. And I, accept

After fifteen years of training, he stayed on the battlefield for fifteen days before he was carried off the line of fire. Fifteen years, fifteen days, this is truly the truest portrayal of a thousand days spent raising troops in a moment."

Speaking of this, Zhou Linlan's eyes were filled with deep ridicule, and he suddenly asked: "Fengying Tower, do you only know how I lost these two legs?"

"Anti-infantry landmines... no, it should be that after being blown up by artillery shells, they did not receive timely and effective treatment, resulting in tissue necrosis, and they were eventually forced to amputate both limbs!"

"Yes, yes, but I think you will never be able to guess how I was hit by a cannonball in your lifetime."

Zhou Linlan whispered: "Not long after the war started, our army exposed a series of problems. Our military uniforms at that time still had red five-star horns and red collar badges. When the troops advanced, they also liked to hold the red flag high. And these,

It's like a sniper lurking in the distance. It's the easiest to catch and he can hit a precise target every time.

Those bullshit heavy machine guns are from the 1970s. They are still equipped with two wheels. When transported in the mountains, they can kill several cows. When fighting an encounter, they cannot find a suitable support point. The soldiers even have to

I carried it directly on my shoulders. Not to mention, I also encountered the funniest thing... Hahaha..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Linlan suddenly laughed first. Zhou Linlan's face was filled with a cheerful smile. His laughter became louder and louder. He even started to be out of breath from laughing, but the ray of light in his eyes

Who can hide the flames of anger and unwillingness?!

"Hahaha... Hahaha... The funniest thing is that when we were performing a mission, we passed through an artillery position of our army. At that time, the artillery unit was engaged in an artillery battle with the enemy's artillery. At that time, the artillery battle

We have been fighting for more than an hour, and what I saw was a group of Chinese soldiers sitting there using their own clothes, hurriedly wiping the butter on the cannonballs, and then fired one round. Fengyinglou, you know this is

Why? Hahaha..."

Fengyinglou nodded slightly.

China's brass production is insufficient, so it can only use steel to replace brass to make bullets and cannonballs. Although this solves the problem of different materials, bullets and cannonballs made of steel are likely to rust due to moisture in the air.

A large amount of butter was applied on it before being stored in the arsenal.

An hour or two after the artillery battle started, all the artillery shells on the artillery position were fired cleanly, and the artillery shells sent up from the rear were still smeared with butter. Of course, it was impossible for such artillery shells to be directly stuffed into the barrel, no matter what

They fired at the enemy, so there was a scene of a group of artillerymen sitting around, hurriedly wiping the artillery shells with cotton yarn, rags, or even their own military uniforms.

"When we walked through the artillery position, I saw with my own eyes an eighteen or nineteen-year-old kid who had just polished a round. I watched him holding the shell and running towards the mortar regardless of the situation.

I even turned around and gave him an encouraging smile, and he gave me a big smile back...hahaha...hahaha..."

Zhou Linlan laughed even more cheerfully. He patted his thigh and laughed loudly: "Then the shell was stuffed into the barrel. With a 'boom' sound, the shell was shot straight into the sky. When there was a sudden sound on my head,

When there was a scream, I don't know how many people shouted at me, "Run!" But I, who had been suffering from special injuries for fifteen years,

The recruit Danzi, who had received special training but had no actual combat experience, just stood there stupidly, listening to the roar of the mortar shells, getting closer and closer to me. When the shells finally landed on me

When I was knocked unconscious by the explosion at my feet, I still didn’t understand where the shells flew out from!”

At that time, Zhou Linlan really didn't know where the shells came from.

Veterans who have been on the battlefield should know that the shells fired by mortars in the 1970s will make a harsh whistling sound in the air, and the shells do not fly fast enough, even the naked eye can see it

, as long as you are agile and well prepared, you can use it

The military action flashed past. Therefore, all Zhou Linlan's attention was focused on his front. With his military skills as famous as Long Jianhui and Long Jianhui, even if several artillery shells flew from the front at the same time, he would not be able to do it.

Able to protect yourself unscathed.

Therefore, the shell that knocked Zhou Linlan over in one shot came from the rear! It was the mortar shell that the eighteen or nineteen-year-old young soldier had just wiped off the butter on and stuffed the mortar shell into the barrel with Zhou Linlan's encouraging smile!

The trajectory it drew in the air was almost straight, it hit the sky straight, fell straight down, and landed directly at Zhou Linlan's feet without shame.

"It's strange, the mortar has clearly adjusted its direction and angle, but it can actually hit a straight line." Zhou Linlan was still laughing at this time, "Later, Mo Tian went up to check the mortar, and he measured it with a ruler.

It was discovered that because too many shells were fired from the front and the quality of the barrel was not up to par, due to thermal expansion and contraction, the Type 67 mortar barrel that was supposed to have a caliber of 82 mm actually had a diameter of 80 mm.

Five millimeters thicker, hahaha..."

The barrel of a mortar had only been fired for more than an hour, and it was actually three millimeters thick!

After hearing such data, Fengyinglou was completely silent.

"When I was hospitalized, I once met a man who worked in a military industrial unit. Without saying a word, I smashed the flowerpot next to him directly on him, which made him confused and wanted to talk to me.

Take action, he, a five-foot-tall man, saw that I had lost two legs, but he was embarrassed to shake his fist. Hahaha... It's so interesting... I, Zhou Linlan, was reduced to being pitied by others, even with my fists.

Sorry, it’s the end of the day... Hahaha... Fengyinglou, tell me, is such a funny and dramatic scene so funny?!"

Fengyinglou didn't smile. Looking at Zhou Linlan who was smiling all over his face but crying silently deep in his heart, how could he laugh?

If it weren't for that self-destructive mortar shell, Zhou Linlan's future would definitely not be what it is now, and his relationship with Hai Qingwu would definitely not be what it is now.

Don't think that Fengyinglou still doesn't understand anything. The short time between Hai Qingwu and Zhou Linlan just now revealed too much, too much intimacy.

But Fengyinglou still couldn't help but ask, "Since you hate military-industrial units so much, why are you still staying here?!"

"Because I don't want the third-class product to blow up one of me and then blow up the other brothers. I don't want a group of amateurs who don't know anything to just take it for granted and install the tripod of the sniper rifle under the barrel.

.I don’t even want to look at the broken rifles that everyone has and have to recalibrate every time! If I want to change these, I will grin and curse loudly every day, okay?! On the road, I saw a military factory unit

Is it okay to pick up stones from the ground and throw them at them?!"

Zhou Linlan suddenly leaned forward and reached out to grab Fengyinglou's shirt. He said in a deep voice: "Boy, remember, the strong change the environment, the weak adapt to the environment, and the eliminated can't even adapt to the environment. If you want to change,

There is no use in feeling sorry for yourself, there is no use in staring and scolding, there is no use in pretending to be cool and pretending to be the best in the world, but in fact no one cares about you. The only way is to change yourself.

Be the host, not the guest!”

"Make yourself the host, not the guest!"

Fengyinglou murmured these words to himself, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated involuntarily.

"Yes, I just don't like them, and I hate the unspoken rules of 'first-class products are exported, second-class products are internally communicated, and third-class products are supplied to the army'. Guns sold to foreign countries are processed on a machine tool a hundred times

Hours, lest there is some minor problem that might be caught by others. The same model of gun sold to the army can be processed on a machine tool for up to seventy hours. Is it true that the money earned from exporting is money? The order placed by the army,

What you give them is waste paper?!"
To be continued...