Just when everyone in Class 7 had fallen into despair, Zhang Jinhao, a student standing at the front of the team, suddenly screamed.

"I think I saw a mountain nianzi... it is a mountain nianzi! Yes, it is a mountain nianzi! Come and see, isn't that sticky piece!?"

Zhang Jinhao was almost mad, pointing to the front right and dancing, even more excited than Columbus discovered the New World.

Shannianzi, also known as myrtle, is a plant found in most of the southern part of the country. The fruit of the mangosteen is plump and juicy, delicious and sweet, and the juice is purple-red, which is a memory of many people when they were young.

The most exciting thing is that its fruit can not only quench thirst, but also rich in iron. The medicinal ingredients of traditional Chinese medicine are basically similar to those of pomegranate. The fruit is edible, and the whole plant is used for medicinal purposes. The effect of virtual hemostasis.

Zhuang Yan suddenly jumped up from the ground, ran to Zhang Jinhao's side and looked at the **** he pointed to.

In the distance, a large half-human-high plant species was faintly dotted with little purple-black fruits, but at a distance of forty or fifty meters, it was not clear whether the fruits were Shanmangzi or not.

"Let's go! Brothers, let's go over there and see! It seems that it is really Shanianzi!"

Nobody moved.

Everyone was too lazy to move.

On the hillside, Zhuang Yan bent down to check it out, suddenly turned around and jumped excitedly and shouted, "All come up, all come up! There is stickiness, we are saved!!"

The others were stunned for a moment, and no one moved at first.

Perhaps, no one would have thought that there would be such good luck to meet Shannianzi.

After a few suspicious glances, everyone jumped up on the clump at almost the same time, rolling and rushing up the hillside.

Everyone, including the serious ones, dropped their carrying gear and weapons and ran up the hillside like crazy.

The hillside was indeed a piece of mature cicada, which was so large that it actually covered half the top of the hill!

At this time, it is the ripening season of C. japonica, and the fruit is sweet and juicy. Everyone screamed like crazy, laughed, took off the sticks and stuffed them into their mouths and devoured them. When they looked at each other, they laughed and opened their mouths with a **** plate stained red by the sticky juice.

There is nothing more precious than these mandarin seeds, which are simply life-saving food. This means that everyone can stick to the meeting point and find water sources at the meeting point. For the remaining few kilometers, there is no need to worry about thirst at all.

After more than a dozen soldiers picked wildly on the hillside for 20 minutes, in addition to solving the problem of thirst, everyone also stuffed a lot of stickies in their bags, and the morale of the team rose.

"Are you all full!?" Zhuang Yan asked everyone in a loud voice.

Wang Jie's face finally lost the expression of wanting to live, and said, "I'm full!"

Liu Ruiyong stuffed a few thorns into his mouth, the juice dripped from the corners of his mouth, his face was full of smiles, he nodded and said, "It's okay! This thing quenches thirst!"

Zhuang Yan cheered everyone up: "It's five o'clock now, and there are five kilometers left, let's fight and see if we can reach the meeting point at half past six! Now that we've reached this point, we don't believe that we will be much slower than others! "

"I think it's okay! An hour and a half, we'll fight!"

"Okay! On the road!"

After enough rest, and enough to eat, everyone still has a whole bag of shanianzi, and there is nothing more beautiful than this.

Afterwards, everyone rushed as fast as they could, trying to get to the meeting point before sunset.

The remaining five kilometers of mountain trails were unexpectedly smooth this time.

Go over the last mountain and follow the path pointed by the map.

The surrounding area gradually saw the presence of local residents.

And houses started to appear on the side of the road.

The last meeting point is in a small place called Huzhen.

An old man in black gauze clothes and a hat on his head, who looked about seventy or eighty years old, suddenly walked out of the small house by the road and stopped in front of everyone.

“%￥@#%@#%@#@…”

She opened her arms and started chattering to the group of soldiers in front of her.

"She... what did she say?" Zhuang Yan and Xu Xingguo were in front of the team, and they couldn't help but look at each other.

Is there any misunderstanding?

The common people stopped the soldier, is this the wrong person?

"Old man... we don't understand what you said..."

Zhuang Yan had no choice but to gesture, pointing to his ears and then to his mouth, trying to tell the old man in front of him that he had no idea what she was talking about.

There was a middle-aged man standing beside the house on the roadside, he suddenly shouted at Zhuang Yan and others: "Grandma said, you guys look so pitiful as soldiers, she told you to go to her house for a drink!"

Drink water! ?

Then everyone remembered that where there are local residents, there must be water.

Also, this is not a violation of discipline.

Although I have eaten a lot of mandarin seeds, who doesn't want water?

Now the kettle is long empty.

I followed the grandma forward more than 20 meters and came to her small house.

Granny motioned everyone to sit on the stone stools in her yard, then turned and entered the house.

"Old Zhuang, there is water!"

Liu Ruiyong pointed to a well in the yard.

How could everyone hold back, hula all around the well, and poured water into their mouths with a bucket of water.

"Don't drink too much at once..." Xu Xingguo reminded.

Liu Ruiyong said: "I'm afraid of a bird, so I'm going to the meeting point. It's less than a kilometer away, and it's the last day!"

"We got through it..." Wang Jie took off his rucksack, put it on the ground, and sat on it, his eyes suddenly turned red.

Everyone was stunned.

The excitement just now subsided immediately.

right.

Finally got over it.

This is the last day...

Rather than completing the brigade's field survival and training subjects, it is better to say that I have defeated myself...

Zhuang Yan suddenly found out that at this moment, he no longer cares about the ranking, and what kind of awards are there.

Having experienced the kind of despair before, he suddenly had a sense of awakening - it's so **** good to be alive!

A strange feeling came up from the bottom of my heart. It was not sadness or excitement, but a kind of relief and emotion.

5 days, 200 kilometers, one pound of rice, one pot of water, two packs of compressed biscuits...

Actually came over.

This is something Zhuang Yan has never thought about or done at home.

For himself, in the previous eighteen years of his life, he had never attempted such a feat.

Ever since he was a child, he has been studying, and after school, he has been busy. When he grows up, he thinks about how to pick up girls. Now, he feels that he has done something very meaningful in his life.

At least, for myself.

Perhaps, Wang Jie's eyes were red when he suddenly had this kind of thought.

Grandma came out of the room and watched a group of soldiers pouring water from buckets in their own wells and pouring the rest of the water down.

Again she babbled a big bucket in that unintelligible local dialect.

The middle-aged man in the neighbor was standing by enthusiastically again, holding his hookah, puffing white smoke while smoking, and said, "Grandma said that you worked hard in the army, and she looked very distressed."

distressed?

Majestic turned his head and saw himself reflected in the water in the bucket - a black and thin face appeared in the reflection, dangling with the waves.

Since he hasn't shaved for a few days, the beard on his chin and lips has grown sparsely, and haggard is no longer enough to describe it.

He smiled, nodded to grandma, and said thank you grandma.

Granny started pouring tea for these soldiers with her own big kettle and cups.

Tea is a type of tea called Kudingcha, which is very bitter.

After taking a sip, his solemn brows furrowed.

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Although this tea is bitter, it has many benefits for clearing away heat and detoxifying!"

Grandma took out the fruit from the basket and distributed it to everyone.

More than a dozen soldiers, each of whom dared to accept it, were all dodging.

The middle-aged man couldn't stand it anymore, and said loudly, "The wild nectarine in the mountains! It's worthless. There are several trees behind Grandma's house. You can eat it! Otherwise, she won't let you go!"

Everyone had to give in again and take over the fruit.

A sip of bitter tea, a sip of sweet nectarines, that kind of taste, that little mountain village whose name is not even known, and that old grandmother who does not know what ethnicity it is, Zhuang Yan has never forgotten it in his whole life, even for many years. After that, it still came unexpectedly in the solemn mind.

Drinking tea, Zhuang Yan thought about it again.

He remembered a text he read when he was a child, about the people giving watermelons to the passing PLA.

At this moment, he had a sense of intimacy.

Once, he was a commoner, but now he is wearing a military uniform.

This kind of change in role, at this moment, makes Zhuang Yan really realize what it means to be a fish in water between the army and the people.

This grandma, did she see the People's Liberation Army when she was young?

Perhaps in her eyes, the People's Liberation Army who wore khaki military uniforms back then was no different from the dozen or so young soldiers in camouflage uniforms this year.

She brought out the best tea and gave it to the person she thought the hardest.

Simple emotions, that's all, but touching.

Waving goodbye to grandma, everyone hurried on the road with their savings.

Now, Class 7 is full of energy.

"Let's run back!" Xu Xingguo burst out again with all his strength: "If you can't run, I'll carry a gun for you!"

"Fuck you! Lao Xu, don't underestimate people!"

"That's right! They're all squad leaders, who's worse than the other!"

In the sound of mutual relaxation, the seventh class finally returned to the meeting point at 6:50 - the central primary school in Hu Town.

On this day, let's say Sunday, the teaching brigade had already calculated the time and borrowed the campus of the Central Elementary School as a campsite.

From a distance, Zhuang Yan saw Luo Xiaoming, other coaches, squad leaders, and the captain standing at the gate.

Seeing Zhuang Yan and the other soldiers~lightnovelpub.net~ Luo Xiaoming smiled and waved at them: "Hurry up guys! You are number one!"

First! ?

Everyone couldn't believe their ears.

But since the squad leader called to run quickly, everyone subconsciously accelerated the speed.

After rushing into the school gate, everyone threw their things on the ground and started walking around with their hips on their shoulders to calm down their breathing.

"Squad leader...we...really number one?"

Solemn felt incredible.

It took a lot of time in the middle, but it was the first?

Could it be that Lao Qi was making himself and other comrades happy?

Luo Xiaoming pointed to the campus: "Look for yourself, who is back?"