Siheyuan: Banggeng and I are classmates

For the next few days, Yang Liu took Li Muhua to wander around Greentown, eat, drink and have fun.

The public security in Green City is relatively good. The abundant resources mean that most people don't have to worry about food and drink. Clan ties are very strong and people often live in villages, so it is difficult to find idle people. In addition, there was a war last year, so the city is quiet and solemn.

But far away in the old city, there are now often seven or eight hooligans gathering together to hang out on the streets, and people often block roads and rob people in secluded places. Theft cases are endless, but no one dares to make a big fuss.

In other remote areas, the situation is much more unbridled. Some people have started to block cars on deserted roads, and robbing factories and shops after dark is common.

The social atmosphere has taken a sharp turn for the worse. Li Muhua now rarely goes to secluded places. This way, he can easily be slaughtered as a fat sheep.

The ninth day of the first lunar month

Li Muhua, dressed in military uniform, walked on the training ground with Yang's father. In front of them was a row of military green artillery pieces, with operators and loaders ready to fire.

Li Muhua couldn't help swallowing a few times, knowing that Father Yang was giving him a final show of force.

It was Yang's father who told him about this last night, saying that the artillery battalion would have live-fire training today, and he had already applied for Li Muhua to go and watch.

Without allowing rejection or Yang Liu to accompany her, Li Muhua changed into Yang's father's military uniform this morning and followed him into the training ground.

Li Muhua is good at bragging, but when the iron-blooded soldiers and the most powerful weapons on the battlefield are really placed in front of him, only more than ten meters away from him, he can't help but feel dry in the mouth.

Father Yang had a telescope hanging on his chest and pointed at the 22 artillery pieces in front of him and said, "This is just one battalion combat unit. I have more artillery battalions like this."

"There are also supporting battalions such as armored, mobile, and reconnaissance. In short, this is just a simple daily training for a single branch of the army."

Father Yang said with a smile on his face: "Today I will show you what a battalion's artillery coverage looks like."

There are circular targets drawn with white lime scattered on the distant hills - these are chickens.

Li Muhua retracted his gaze and looked at Yang's father with a simple smile - this is a monkey.

"It is indeed a strong and iron-blooded army. Just looking at it makes me feel proud and safe."

Father Yang smiled but said nothing. The battalion commander trotted forward, saluted and shouted, "Report to the division commander, the entire Third Artillery Battalion is ready and can conduct live-fire training at any time."

Father Yang put down his hand that was returning the greeting and ordered, "Live-fire training, thirty-six rounds of rapid fire, start!"

The battalion commander with a dark complexion turned around and shouted in a voice that was three times louder: "Thirty-six rounds of rapid fire, start now."

The uniform loading action——

"Bang, bang bang..."

The deafening sound of artillery pierced Li Muhua's ears, and he felt that the earth and the sky were shaking.

In the distance, the mountainside was blown up into a blanket of yellow earth and there were sounds of explosions, but in contrast to the close-range artillery fire, it seemed much quieter.

Li Muhua straightened his chest and tried to remain calm, but his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Father Yang stood still, looking at the target in the distance with a telescope in his hand.

After only five or six seconds, the earth shook violently again. Artillery shells exploded in the distance, and the surroundings instantly fell into deathly silence. The soldiers beside the artillery quickly stood up and stood beside the artillery like pine trees.

Li Muhua felt like she was deaf.

Father Yang then put down the telescope and praised: "Not bad, sixteen out of eighteen targets were shot down."

“We still need to work hard and strive to get all the points next time.”

"Yes!" Father Yang nodded and said, "Return to the team and continue daily training."

"Yes!"

The battalion commander trotted back to the team.

Father Yang then looked at Li Muhua and asked with a slight smile: "Can you still walk by yourself?"

Li Muhua's face turned pale and he nodded pretending to be calm. However, this question made him feel a little weak in the knees.

Father Yang walked ahead and asked, "What do you think after watching this live-fire training?"

"I don't feel anything. If the people of South Vietnam saw it, they wouldn't even dare to think about it in the future." Li Muhua answered quickly and followed Yang's father.

"You're quite courageous," Father Yang looked at Li Muhua with some surprise and said, "You're still thinking about flattering me now."

"Not bad!" Li Muhua smiled as he talked about the bullet that narrowly missed his head that year.

"When I was thirteen, an old traitor was found in our compound. He had a walking stick made from a rifle that he always kept in his hand. I reminded the police to take a closer look to see if there was anything wrong with it. He was fiddling with it in the yard. I leaned over the walking stick to see if there was anything wrong. He hit me with the trigger and the bullet flew past my head. If I were two years older, I would have died."

"The captain of the police force came out and apologized, but I didn't cry or make a fuss. I just said that he shot me once to scare me, so I had to shoot him once too..."

She exaggerated and told the whole story of the shooting. Yang's father couldn't help but be surprised. There were not many 13-year-old girls like her. She was brave and careful, calm and composed, and dared to bargain with the police. The most important thing was that she was also a good shooter.

"It's a pity that you didn't join the army!" Father Yang couldn't help but scolded with a smile: "Maybe if you had joined the army earlier, I would have agreed to your relationship with Yang Liu a long time ago."

"Fate is predestined. It's not too late now. It's just right." Li Muhua said with a smile.

Father Yang nodded in agreement and then said, "You are a well-known child prodigy, and a red writer praised by the teacher. You are not a soldier but have been published in the military newspaper and are studied by young people all over the country."

"Now that you have married the division commander's daughter and have lived in our barracks for so many days, and have even watched our live-fire training, I will have a hard time explaining to our commander if you don't leave something behind."

"Leave something behind--" Li Muhua lowered his head in thought.

Father Yang saw that he was in deep thought and did not give any hint.

After thinking for a moment, Li Muhua looked up and said, "I have an inappropriate military song, but it is a blessing. This song should be appropriate in the future."

Father Yang said with great interest: "Sing a few lines."

Remembering that Yang Liu once said that he sang like a Qingyi, Li Muhua didn't dare to open his voice. He smiled and said, "The singing still has to be done by the art troupe. I'll write the music score when I get back."

"The general meaning of the song is that even in peacetime, there are places like our border where frictions are constant. Soldiers must always be prepared for war and wait for the call of the motherland. It is also the soldiers' guarantee and even their desire to establish meritorious service."

"As a daily training song, I think it should be pretty good."

Father Yang nodded and said, "What you said is quite interesting. You can write it down and I'll let the secretary of the art troupe take a look."

Li Muhua nodded in agreement. Father Yang's face darkened a little, and he said, "We will leave for Sijiu City the day after tomorrow, and you should be busy getting the marriage certificate and getting married."

"Yang Liu has deep feelings for you. Not only did she come to you again and again, but there are many more twists and turns than you know. Sometimes I even want to grab you and take a good look at you. What's so good about you?"

There were some memories in Father Yang's eyes, but he immediately shook his head.

"But no matter how good you are, you can't compare to her in all aspects, and you may not be able to do this to her."

"If you dare to hurt her feelings in the future and think you can bully her when I'm not around, just wait and see."

"I only have this one daughter, and I will make you look good even if I have to take off this military uniform!"

Father Yang stopped talking and scanned the training ground with his eagle-like eyes. There were no less than a thousand soldiers on this small training ground, and they were undergoing various trainings.

The sounds of shouting and killing were endless, and the air was filled with a murderous atmosphere.

Li Muhua nodded seriously and assured, "Uncle, don't worry. I, Li Muhua, will never let anyone down, but I will always let Yang Liu down."

"In the words of the army, this is my military order. If I don't complete it well, I will be beheaded."

Seeing Li Muhua's military order, Yang's father simply agreed and said, "Okay, you will remember this military order for the rest of your life. If you fail to complete it, you don't have to come to see me with your head. I will go back and deal with it by military law myself."

His expression did not seem to be joking at all. After saying this, Yang's father took a step forward.

Li Muhua wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and followed Yang's father.

He suspected that Yang Liu had hardly told him about Yang's father before because she was afraid of scaring him away.

Li Muhua had never thought that meeting the parents would be like this.