The sound of propellers sounded under his feet, and he felt violent rotation. The sea breeze wrapped in wind and snow blew against his cheeks, making his whole body tremble from time to time. At this time, Wen Depeng felt extremely dull, even

He didn't feel any nostalgia. He didn't feel that the ship was rushing to the battlefield, but rather like a pleasant trip on a refreshing night.

The giant ship of several thousand tons moved forward under the bright lights, like a city that never sleeps. But at this time, there was a burst of singing on the deck. It was an officer singing "Olive Green Constellation" there, and the stomachs of those officers

There are always various kinds of songs, and they are all related to soldiers.

Accompanied by the propeller, the song the officer sang was sad and sentimental. On the deck, next to the officer, there were dozens of people sitting. They listened quietly, and everyone looked very sad.

It's complicated.

"Xingxing, do you still remember me? That mountain child in olive green, you always looked at me and smiled when I was standing guard. The starlight reflects my youth. Stars, please take away my thoughts and let the wind carry the words to my mother. Starlight

It contains my affectionate blessings, and the stars reflect my youth..."

"Woooo..."

After a while, someone was already crying softly to accompany the homesick singing.

The officer stopped and asked:

"Who's crying?"

No one answered. The crying continued. Perhaps it was because the officer did not want to disturb the narcissistic crying, so he began to lead the singing again.

"woo woo woo woo……"

There were more cries, and the heart far away from home could not withstand the temptation of this song. Wen Depeng, who originally thought he was strong, could not withstand the tear-jerking force. He finally broke the dam and "cryed together" with his comrades.

”.

"mother……"

I don’t know who it was, rushing to the side of the ship and shouting in the direction of the mainland, then another person, and finally a group of people standing on the side of the ship, shouting and crying in the distance, their shouts, crying

The sound startled everyone.

Even the second lieutenant officer's eyes were also red. At this time, a major came out. After he asked about the reason, he looked at the soldiers crying and shouting on the side of the ship. Something was spinning in his eyes. Suddenly, he

His face was stern.

“It’s forbidden to sing lyrical songs anymore!”

On the third day, at five o'clock in the morning, all the soldiers began to line up to board the deck. After washing their faces, they were allowed to smoke a cigarette on the deck. Each team had an hour and a half to relax, and there were several people on each ship.

There were hundreds or even thousands of people, so they had to queue up for meals and even convenience. While they were queuing up, soldiers were carrying heavy toilets, dumping the sewage in the toilets into the sea, and then fetching water to scrub the toilets to remove this

In addition to the smell, the morning breeze on the sea was refreshing. The sun had not yet risen, and the "Taikang" was sailing into the distance in the thin morning light.

As the horizon turned white and dyed red, the horizon began to appear in the field of vision. The ship drove for a while, and what it saw on the left might be an island. It was not so much an island, but a large ground plane. After driving for a while,

, the left hand can clearly see the land.

The soldiers who were on guard immediately shouted loudly:

"It's Lianyun! It's Lianyungang!"

The officer who was looking into the distance with a telescope in the captain's cabin immediately rushed to the messenger and ordered:

"What you see over there is Lianyungang. Go tell them!"

The ordering soldier finished his salute and walked toward the soldiers.

"That's Lianyungang." I told them.

At this time, dozens of five- to six-thousand-ton ships were floating in the Yingyoumen Strait. Soldiers crowded on the side and looked at the extremely prosperous "Lianyungang". At this time, there were sounds in the air from time to time.

There was a welcome salute, and when the salute fell, another announcement came.

"Let letters brought from home be sent here for the last time."

The ship stopped at 11 o'clock in the morning on the 9th. The merchant ships were here to replenish supplies, especially the various military supplies purchased by the expeditionary force. For China, Lianyungang, the leader of the Longhai Railway, is the real military station. At the same time,

, the three army divisions waiting to depart in Lianyungang also boarded the ship here.

At ten o'clock at night, the ship started the engine again. When the ship started, the soldiers standing on the deck looked at Lianyungang with nostalgia. This was their last day in the motherland. At night, in the darkness, what they saw in their sights

This city is completely lit up by lights. Even though it is a dock, there are many lights there, and even the distant peaks are illuminated by the lights behind the peaks.

And you can vaguely see the red fire like a beacon burning brightly with the lights, reflecting the night sky brilliantly. That is probably the fire coming from the steel mill!

Looking at the lights of Lianyungang, the soldiers imagined that this city was the last Chinese city they would approach on their way to the expedition. At the next stop, when they docked again, they would probably be in a foreign country.

Wen Depeng, who was on the side of the ship, saw the searchlights on the mountain on the right moving back and forth in the dark sky. The lights gathered in the night sky, seeming to see them off.

Finally, as the fleet started to launch, when the "Taikang" started again! The fort on Nalian Island fired a salute again, and the salute was deafening! This was a salute to see them off, and the salute was heard above the pier.

What sounded was a continuous sound of air whistles.

At this time, a small motorboat came over. On the motorboat, several crew members held a banner in their hands.

"I wish the expeditionary force will become famous in foreign lands!"

But as soon as he saw the words clearly, Wen Depeng heard a whistle, which was urging him to enter the cabin.

Show off your power in foreign lands!

Reciting those four words, Wen Depeng felt happy in his heart. These expeditionary troops, who are about to become famous in foreign lands, are now staying in a place where even beggars are unlikely to stay. Their rooms are below the deck, short and

It's narrow, no, it probably can't be called a room. This is not a house. The small beds made of wood are crowded with soldiers. In addition to sleeping, they also have some equipment on them, and it is difficult to even turn around.

Everyone was huddled together, panting, the filthy and pungent body odor, the dirty clothes that smelled of sweat, the dirty straw mats spread on the ship, and the beds made of rough wooden boards, this boring monotony

Life makes people exhausted.

For these warriors who will be "powerful in foreign lands", the most anticipated thing every day is probably the one and a half hours of wind time, or going up to the deck privately at night. Although the wind is biting on the deck, it is always better.

The stench that filled the cabin entered the cabin, and Wen Depeng still squeezed into his bunk. At this time, others were playing poker, smoking cigarettes, and drinking wine under the light of those few small lights.

Everyone has their own entertainment, but more people are closing their eyes and fighting against seasickness...

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Chapter completed!