Until the next morning, the rain had no intention of stopping. The rain was still washing the ground. The dirty blood was slowly washed away, and ripples appeared in the craters on the streets. The rotten corpses were wrapped in body bags by the soldiers and left in the corner, leaving no one cared about.

In a dilapidated low-rise building, most of the soldiers in the A-Platform were nestled inside. The only rays of sunshine in the sky pierced the thick dark clouds and shone into the building. Buvic stretched out his head from his warm sleeping bag, slowly opened his sleepy eyes, slowly adapted to the surrounding light, and looked around.

Boya looked at Bouvich expressionlessly, then picked up the newly wiped rifle and moved it aside.

"Well, how long have I slept?"

"Six hours." Boya replied.

Buvic rubbed his eyes and said, "Ah, it's so cool. Do you know that sleeping on a cool rainy day is the most enjoyable. The cold wind blows outside, and the raindrops hit the waterproof sleeping bag, but you are sleeping soundly in the warm sleeping bag, ah! That feels really great!"

"Well, it's very good."

"What time is it now?"

“Third to eight.”

Bouvich took the water bag lying beside him and took a sip of water.

"It's a wonderful morning, isn't it? The enemy won't attack us on such a wonderful morning." Donald said with a smile in his arms holding the rifle.

Sally said while gnawing on dry food: "It depends on the enemy's mood. Look, those American soldiers are nestled in the buildings not far away."

"Damn it, how many of us can move?"

"Including the soldiers who died and those seriously injured who were sent away, we have sixteen left to have combat effectiveness."

"How is Connor?"

"Totally crazy."

Donald turned around and looked at Pozk, then shouted: "Okay, that's great. After a fucking night, we lost half of the combat power of the platoon! It's all someone who blamed the entire platoon for honor and interests!"

There was silence around.

Potzk raised his rifle and stood up, slowly walked to Donald, cursed at Donald, "Bitch!" and then walked away.

"What? What did you say to me just now?" Donald stood up and pushed Potzk hard.

"Bastard!" Potzk raised the volume.

"You are a bastard!" The two of them were about to fight, and the brothers around immediately rushed forward and pulled them apart. The shouts were yelling and the scene was in chaos.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?" Pozk broke free from the people next to him and roared: "I don't care about those bullshit medals, and I don't care about those shit ranks. If you want me to go to military court, I'll welcome me at any time because that's not the matter I should consider. What I'm thinking about is how many people I can save! Maybe I did fail last night and killed several brothers, but I never killed them because I'm greedy for my honor and interests! Medals and ranks are all shit!"

silence.

Donald stared at Pozk, sneered disdainfully, and walked away.

Edmund rubbed his hands and asked loudly: "Well, now there are only sixteen people left in our A platoon. How do we plan to survive today?"

"I'm not God, I have no choice." Pozk shook and walked away quickly.

Sally sat aside, staring blankly at the street outside through a small bullet hole in the wall. She saw the elderly woman staggering up the street with her four children, like a few homeless men. There were broken buildings and clouds of black smoke everywhere in the distance, and sometimes you could vaguely hear the sound of gunfire and explosions.

"The follow-up troops will be here tonight, hum! By then I guess we will all become mummies!"

"Can we call for medical helicopters to transport those deadly wounded people away?"

"Call you a second helicopter! Hober is dead, no one can contact the Frontline Medical Center!"

"Damn!"

"All the conversations we talk on the walkie-talkie can be heard by people at the frontline command, but we cannot hear their reply."

"What do you want to explain?"

"Maybe reinforcements are on the way."

"Fuck you!"

"Wait!" Torres grabbed his rifle and jumped, "Did you hear it?"

"What?"

"There is a sound outside, a very strange sound."

The room suddenly became quiet. Everyone calmed down for a while, then immediately picked up their weapons, climbed to their combat posts, and entered the combat state.

"The voice is about 140 yards in the right of the front, twenty-four feet high, right in the building there. Please be careful, don't look up, our position is lower than them!" Cole yelled in a low voice while lying on the ground, pulling out his sniper rifle and rubbing his scope.

The soldiers moved the muzzle to the right and found a seventh-floor building one hundred and forty yards ahead, and the sound must have come from there.

"Give an order!" Chris kicked Lieutenant Pozk who was lying behind him.

Potzker turned on the walkie-talkie: "Gomander 40DA called Philadelphia Gutter Bar 43, Gomander 40DA called Philadelphia Gutter Bar 43, did you hear it, it's over."

"The Philadelphia Bar 43 received it, please speak."

"There is a suspicious source of sound at the coordinate FEBA093. Are your people there establishing a line of defense? It's over."

"No, it's over."

"I understand, the call is over."

"Then what the hell is going on?"

"They may be enemies. Don't fire, continue to observe the situation!"

"It sounds a little bit wrong, it sounds like they are playing musical instruments!"

"That's right!"

"That should be their charge, or some shit marches. In short, they are boosting morale, reorganizing their troops, and preparing for the next large-scale charge. In my opinion, we are dead, and they will open our butts!"

Taylor, who was lying beside him, cursed in a low voice: "Chris, shut up! Damn, your mouth is even more disgusting than the butt of the black sow raised on my farm!"

"Shh! Don't make noise!" Gavin put his fingers up in front of his lips. He paused quietly for a while, then grabbed his weapon and slowly crawled towards the corner of the wall.

"Kehl, lend me your sound source interference system!" Gavin waved to Kohl. Kohl took out the sound source interference system from his pocket with confusion and threw it over.

"What the hell do you think you are doing, stinky brat!" Peter couldn't see it and cursed in a low voice.

"Don't worry, the enemy didn't plan to kill us, they were just playing music to entertain themselves. I've seen the instrument they played in the Battle of Daniels. It looked like a bamboo flute and sounded pretty good."

"What are you going to do?"

"Do you want to do anthropological experiments? I plan to respond to them." Gain pulled out the small box from his backpack, opened it, and took out the three brightly polished flutes.

"You're crazy!"

"You are taking risks with all of us!" Potzk yelled in a low voice.

"Relax, guys!" After Gain assembled the flute, he clamped the sound source jammer to the lip pad.

The soldiers in the room looked at Gaiwen. Gaiwen was nestled in the corner of the wall. He picked up the flute, cleared his throat, and then placed his lips on the lip pad. He first gently blew a melody in F major, then put down the flute and listened carefully to the other party's movements.

The voices from the US military also stopped. The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and the air seemed to freeze into solids, making everyone so nervous that they could not breathe.

"Damn it, you're in trouble!"

"This time it's over, we're dead."

Hundreds of drops of rain hit Gavin's helmet, and along the brim of the helmet, pouring arrogance on Gavin's face as a small waterfall. The rain splashed everywhere, but no one could care about them. Cole gently pulled the security of the sniper rifle, Donald chewed the gum quickly, and Buvic stared at the building through the bullet holes in the wall, even saving his blinking action. Everyone stretched his nerves like a string, and they would break almost at any time.

Someone asked in a low voice: "I was blowing the charge arrogantly just now, why did there be no sound all of a sudden? What are those idiots waiting for?"

"They are thinking about whether to open your butt or not."

"What a fucking sign!"

There were soft curses everywhere: "Gewen, you've done a great job! If we suffer casualties because of you, I'll cut off the skin on your dick with a knife, then make an octopus roll and throw it on the street to feed the dog!"

"Quiet!"

"If you say another word, I will pull your butt away!"

"The enemy is moving!"

At this moment, the Americans in the distance started to play their music again, but the sound became louder. It seemed that the aliens did not intend to launch an attack, and the German soldiers in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

This time everyone heard it clearly that the music played by the other party was not a marche or a charge, but a light and positive melody. Gavin thought this was very interesting. He thought that maybe the Americans were inviting themselves to join their ensemble. So he simply carried the flute, threw away the old sesame and millet, and let the play go.

Gewen once again became the focus of all the German soldiers present. The sound of the flute was long and low. Then the melody began to speed up, and the gap between high and low notes began to grow. Finally Gewen became crazy, and he was completely immersed in his music.

"You are playing "Canon"!" Edmund was almost shouting out.

Gewen's "Canon" and the duets played by Americans are simply perfect! The speed and the grasp of the melody are perfect! Gewen is truly a superb flute player.

"Simply handsome!"

The soldiers looked at Gavin and listened to the duet he played with the Americans, and they all laughed one by one - their faces, which were blackened by the fire of war, began to show rare smiles.

Gewen's fingers flexibly danced on the flute keys. He was too involved. He forgot that he was still a soldier. He forgot that he had the equipment that was armed to his teeth. He was like a musician playing flutes on a stage full of spotlights facing hundreds of audiences! His body kept shaking with the rhythm of the music. What a miracle! No German and American soldiers had ever played such a song since ancient times, and they were so perfectly played.

Tick! A drop of raindrops fell on Sally's goggles. Sally raised her head and saw through the broken roof that the rain had stopped. The dark clouds began to slowly dissipate, revealing the blue sky and white clouds, and the rare sunshine. The unique royal blue halo of the United States quietly surrounds the sky.

The soldiers had never seen such a beautiful scenery. The sunlight drove away the darkness, shone into the house, shining on a drop of water on the flute, and setting up a small rainbow.

The brothers sat around Gavin, as if they were no longer a group of complaining, swearing, tired and confused mud legs, stuffed in dirty buildings, waiting for decay. At this moment, they were more like a group of happy farmers. After finishing their work, they sat around the wheat fields. Under the blue sky and white clouds, listening to the naughty reed warblers chirping among the stems, feeling the warm sunshine and sweet breeze, surrounded by endless golden wheat ears.

When Gavin finished blowing the last note, he took a deep breath. The voice from the US military stopped. The comrades looked at Gavin, and the surroundings were quiet. A soldier moved for a moment, and he forced to resist the idea of ​​rushing forward to hug Gavin.

"So clever! So fucking clever!"
To be continued...