A Tale of Stray Dogs

The last black-faced instructor in military training grandly launched a program to practice late into the night. That is to say, when the residents in the whole northern hemisphere are basically asleep in the dead of night, we first-year students get together, put backpacks on our backs, tie an enamel teapot around our waist, and tie a white towel on our arms as a sign of recognition, and then go crazy on a ten-mile rural dirt road and come back. The instructor said that they were all trained in this way in the army. The instructor also said, why do you have to practice late into the night? Because the enemy's attack often chooses at the most unexpected moment (midnight, of course), we must prepare for the worst in peacetime and never let the enemy's plot succeed. On the night of departure, when we stepped into the school gate, there was a full moon overhead, but in a blink of an eye, dark clouds covered the moon and dragons covered the front and back. I saw a sudden smile on the instructor's face, and I was so excited that I ran back and forth. He couldn't wait for the moon to disappear and change into such a dark night. People can exercise best under the most difficult conditions, which we were often taught when we were young. We met in the school auditorium at eight o'clock, but the instructor just wouldn't let us start. We didn't start until after ten o'clock. In his mind, "ten o'clock" is the beginning of the night. Soldiers are probably so serious. The lights in the auditorium were turned off, and two or three hundred students were sitting on backpacks doing nothing, so we had to speak in a low voice. My little sister told us a ghost story. In a village, there lived three brothers. She said, just call them Ada, Al and Sam. One night Ada and Er went out and passed by the cemetery. They saw a grave dug by a grave robber, and the rotting body in the coffin was thrown beside it. The meat on the body is rotten like tofu, and the eyes, mouth and nose are gone. The unpleasant smell is disgusting. O Adal hurriedly ran home covering her nose. At this point, Xiaomei's story attracted many listeners, even the pigeons in the outside class gathered together. My little sister smells like a witch, and her speech is a bit strange. Telling such a story of ghosts in the dark is absolutely thrilling. The most ridiculous thing is Fang. He is timid by nature. He wanted to listen, but he was afraid to listen. He covered his ears tightly with two palms, but his palms were thin and his eyes were fixed on his little sister. Little sister went on to say that Sam saw his two brothers running home, and of course he wanted to ask what was going on. Ida told me that she saw a rotting body. Ah San laughed at them and said, Is a rotting corpse worth being scared like this? Ah Da and Ah Er are not convinced, but on the other hand, they threaten Ah San. Ah Da said to Ah San, Don't laugh at us, you must be more timid than us. Three o clap breast said, impossible. Ada said, ok, I'll give you a walnut. If you dare to go to the cemetery at twelve o'clock at night and put walnuts in the mouth of carrion, you are a hero. That night, Sam really went to the cemetery. "It's not as dark as tonight," said the little sister, sticking her head out to salute. ...