The cruelty of war has indeed made some people depressed and could not see the hope of dawn. But it did not freeze Meng Youtian and many people's hearts. In sharp contrast with cruelty, there are many romantic, strong and sincere emotions. When the danger passes, even if it is only short, many people can feel the joy and melancholy of life from the natural scenery around them, and experience the happiness and pain of longing.

Love and friendship have deeper and more complex feelings than love that cannot be clearly positioned. From those feelings that cannot be clearly positioned, we can see a strange beauty - when the god of death can visit and take away the lives of himself or the one he loves at any time, love is the most essential impulse and the most strange beauty of life energy. This is the cherishing and enjoyment of life, which is completely different from the materialistic desire to live a life and dream and death.

The surroundings were very quiet, with only occasional leaves rustling. Meng Youtian was blindfolded and his ears were standing intently.

"Bang!" A gong sounded from a distance, and the lingering sound lingered. Before the sound could completely dissipate, Meng Youtian raised the wooden stick in his hand and pointed straight ahead.

"I've turned aside!" The head was quickly touched, and Liu Feng's voice came into Meng Youtian's ears.

Meng Youtian reached out and pulled down the blindfold cloth. He looked closely and Ling'er was riding on a horse in the distance, holding a small gong and wandering towards him.

"This is a little bit off!" Meng Youtian rubbed his head and shouted, "I don't know how to encourage you, I think there has been a great improvement!"

"I praise you for a few words, it's time to go to heaven." Liu Feng smiled and knocked Meng Youtian on the back and said, "This is a life-and-death matter. You misheard the gunshots. Maybe you'll get the gun. Covered and continue practicing."

"Stop, stop." Meng Youtian quickly shook his head and said, "I have been knocked on a bag. Look, the horse is foaming at all, take a break, take a break."

Liu Feng gave Meng Youtian a white look. He waved to the distance and greeted Ling'er back.

The wind-sniffing device is a profound martial arts realm. Meng Youtian practices the position of listening to sounds. It has expanded from dozens of meters to two hundred meters. The purpose he wants to achieve is to quickly react and judge the approximate position of the enemy based on the gunshot. Of course, compared with the precise countersniper equipment in later generations, Meng Youtian relies on the hearing of his ears to search, and the error is inevitable. However, after repeated training, it still has some effect. At least after hearing the gunshots, he will not look around in a daze. With a general direction, he can narrow the search range and improve the search efficiency.

Ling'er was very well-behaved. She didn't get too close to her horse, but was slowly wandering not far away.

"If it weren't for your exhaustion these days, I would have to break your head." Liu Feng took out the kettle and handed it to Meng Youtian.

Meng Youtian chuckled softly, tilted his neck and took a few sips. He handed it back to Liu Feng.

If good marksmanship is just a basic quality, being able to quickly determine the direction of suspicious sounds, and being good at using artificial and natural materials for disguise are basic skills that snipers must master, then a strong body and steel-like will are essential prerequisites.

Waiting for a long time without moving and lonely, without moving. Just wait for a moment, with the speed of the rabbit rising and falling, to win a decisive victory. Loneliness and longness are the most accurate portrayal of the sniper. Moreover, this process is not as calm and leisurely as sleeping. Every minute and second of the silent waiting is full of a thrilling atmosphere. You must devote yourself to it.

"You are practicing so hard, are you still going to help them?" Liu Feng sat next to Meng Youtian, touched him with her shoulder, and asked, "Turn you home, don't have the same face, and ask you again, right?"

Meng Youtian pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, it was not me who chased me. I saw that the new director Hu really seemed to be a director Hu, and it was so dangerous under him. Speaking of which, I was selfish, or a little arrogant, and it was uncomfortable if I didn't listen to me, so I ran back deliberately with the introduction."

"Then are you planning to take action again?" Liu Feng said with some dissatisfaction: "Can you bear this tone with someone facing forward and not with someone facing backward?"

Meng Youtian took Liu Feng's hand, gently stroked it, and explained calmly: "This is not the case. Think about it, no matter how capable a person is, how effective can he have? He can't stop the Japanese? So, helping them is also helping us. Without those villages blocking them in front, the Japanese have already been fighting. Can these people in our village withstand it?"

"If you can't stand it, go into the mountain!" Liu Feng said indifferently: "You have arranged a way out for a long time."

"That's a last resort." Meng Youtian shook his head gently and said, "There are so much land in the deep mountains and forests. How can you survive if you can't get out of food? It's okay to avoid it for a while. If you are in the mountains for a long time, you may not be able to support it. Besides, the construction has just begun there. It's too early to count on it now!"

Liu Feng stopped talking, and her hands were itchy when Meng Youtian pinched and touched, but she felt very comfortable. She leaned her head gently on Meng Youtian's shoulder, paused for a while before saying softly: "I'm ready. When will we stay in the mountains for a few days? Let's light red candles?"

Meng Youtian was stunned for a moment, tilted his head to look at Liu Feng.

Liu Feng gently pointed his face with a finger and said coquettishly: "What are you looking at? This time it's as you wish. Don't look down on me in the future."

A warm feeling rose in Meng Youtian's heart, hugged Liu Feng into his arms, gently stroked her face, and said in a warm voice: "Then let's leave tomorrow, just follow the second group of people entering the mountain. But we have to come back early, and we can't stay as long as last time."

"Worried about the big-bellied wife at home?" Liu Feng smiled and said, "Then, let's not go to the valley, we will separate from those people halfway and stay in the old camp for a few days, so no one knows this way."

"Old Camp, can people live there?" Meng Youtian asked with some uncertainty: "I mean, I've been wasting for so long, don't go there and build houses and chop firewood, and you have to guard against wild animals. I'm so tired all day long. That one, I'm out of interest, and I'll sleep really become sleeping."

Liu Feng beat Meng Youtian shyly and said angrily: "There is no place left? No one has stopped cleaning up! Oh, just asking you to find a way out, we are not allowed to have a safe place for these people in Jiulong Hall?"

"Brother Xiao's idea." Meng Youtian nodded and suddenly said, "Okay, this is good, there are multiple refuges, and there are multiple ways to live. In this world, if you think less, you will live short."

"What Brother Xiao is called Uncle Fourth." Liu Feng lay on Meng Youtian's lap, raised his face and teased, "It's not enough to take advantage of it, I want to be a senior."

"Haha." Meng Youtian smiled, reached out and pulled Liu Feng's chin, and joked: "Come on, my niece, sing a little song for Uncle Meng and let Uncle Meng have some fun."

"You're so beautiful." Liu Feng reached out to pinch Meng Youtian's face and smiled happily, "Come on, sing one for my sister, that's a bit weird, quite nice one, there's a long time, and what's the evening."

Meng Youtian pointed to his mouth and smiled and said, "Come on, my dear brother, why don't you sing it for you."

Humph, Liu Feng beat Meng Youtian, bit her lower lip lightly, and slowly leaned over with a red face. At that time, even the bravest woman would feel embarrassed to take the initiative to get close to men.

Ling'er looked at the two figures not far away with envy and leaned against each other, forming one, and the leisurely song floated over intermittently.

If my heart is tired, my tears will dry up.

This affection is hard to give up.

Once owned, forever,

You are gone, and you are dusk and day,

This love will never be difficult.

May I still be able to embrace again in the next life,

How to stay together until old age

…………………(To be continued...)
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