"Dad, Mom, you must take care of yourself. Goudan is here to kowtow to you~"

The acting company commander of the third company of the first battalion and a volunteer soldier Yuan Qijiu kept talking for a long time. After talking for two or three minutes in total, he finally stopped talking.

Then, face southwest.

That was where his hometown was, and he fell to his knees heavily on the ground.

While shouting so loudly, he kowtowed continuously on the ground, one, two, and three in a row.

Looking at the scene in front of them, everyone in the Zhongzhou team felt heavy. They did not feel that there was anything wrong with the behavior of the volunteer soldier in front of them.

It is his responsibility as a soldier to stand firm and fight to the death.

Kowtowing to the position of his hometown is what he did out of helplessness as a son out of his inner guilt. There is actually no conflict between the two.

In short, after seeing such a scene.

At that time, I was holding an old-fashioned pen in my hand, writing on my knee what Yuan Qijiu had said before. I felt that the tip of the pen suddenly became heavier than a thousand pounds.

A little further away, another group of people gathered.

Such a group of people, facing the scene that Yuan Qi had worked hard on for a long time, did not even take a second look.

Of course, it's not that these people are a little insensitive. Even such a situation cannot arouse emotional resonance in their hearts.

It's just that there are also some shocking things happening here.

There were several volunteers waiting to write a suicide note, as well as Zhongzhou members watching the excitement, surrounding Uncle Chu.

A volunteer soldier whose actual age is only 32 years old, but because of his weathered complexion, looks like he is at least 40 years old.

While he was smoking, he muttered in his mouth:

"Daughter-in-law, today's artillery and plane bombings are the worst I've ever encountered. It seems like I can't go back here.

I'm thinking that you are still young now, your baby is still young, and everything at home falls on one person, so maybe you should find someone else to marry.

The baby is not sensible now, so it doesn’t matter if he changes his surname early. People can treat him better after changing his surname..."

Write, write, Uncle Chu, a man in his 40s, couldn't help it when his nose was sore.

As an old father and a husband, he didn't know that as an old man, who would be willing to let his wife remarry with her children, and even change her surname?

But in order to let their wives and children live a better life after their death, it is a last resort choice.

After looking at the volunteer soldiers in front of him and saying the above in a calm tone, Uncle Chu's tears dropped in his hands as he dropped a piece of cigarette paper used as a carrier for his suicide note.

superior.

Some of the beautiful traditional Chinese characters above have been wetted, making them look a little faded.

Others in the team saw Uncle Chu's performance, and they didn't laugh at Uncle Chu because of it.

We are all gentlemen, and we all feel the same way about this situation.

So Uncle Chu is not the only one with red eyes at this moment; to be precise, several people from the Zhongzhou team who are surrounding him are in this situation now.

If there is anyone who is different, it is Jason, the fake foreign devil, who is obsessed with saving face.

After realizing that there were actually a few warm tears falling from my eyes, and a faint salty taste slipped into my mouth.

I was afraid that people would notice that I was actually crying, which would make me look a little embarrassed.

He raised his sleeves, quickly wiped the back of his eyes, and cursed in a slightly hoarse voice:

"What the hell! The weather here in Goryeo is really weird. It's either snowing or raining, and there's no bright spot~"

In fact, the weather at the moment is cloudless. Apart from the lower temperature, it can be said to be a rare good weather in winter.

But such a lie has gained quite a lot of approval.

"Yes, the weather in Korea is terrible~" the white-collar AT said this in his mouth.

At the same time, taking this opportunity, he quickly wiped it on his eyes.

In short, in the so-called last words of these ordinary volunteer soldiers, there is not much heroic content and truth, but more of all kinds of trivial words like chatting with family members.

On the contrary, these plain and trivial words made Hu Biao and others from the modern plane more stimulated.

A kind of general, strong resonance and stimulation from the soul.

Because every volunteer soldier usually spends two to three minutes to explain clearly what he has in mind.

There are also a large number of seriously injured people among them who are still in coma.

There is simply no way to leave any last words for them.

So, after spending about ten minutes, Po Luo finished writing a last words of about 150 or 150 words to a man from Anhui Province.

Suddenly, I was surprised to find that no new people came over.

For this reason, he looked up and looked around, pointed at a young soldier who was about the same age as Zhang Quansheng, and shouted:

"Comrade, I remember you haven't written it yet, right? Now while the soldiers are still bombarding the positions, I'll write it down for you if you have anything to say or to whomever you say it to."

After hearing this, the young soldier smiled freely:

"Thank you, uncle, no! Comrade, I am an orphan. When I was three years old, my father died in the hands of the Japanese. My mother abandoned me and remarried away from home. There has been no news for so many years, so there has been no news for a long time.

What kind of relatives are you?"

Upon hearing this, Po Luo was immediately speechless.

But after the little soldier changed his mind, he seemed to remember something else, so he changed his mind again and said again:

"When I was little, I was raised by the folks in Daliu Shu Village, who gave me a mouthful of rice from a hundred families.

Originally, I thought that when I grew up, I could repay my fellow villagers, such as Uncle Wang and Aunt Ma, who had taken care of me back then.

But it seems that there is no hope in this life.

So please write a sentence for me, saying that I, Lu Gensheng, want to thank them; if there is a pension after my death, please give it to Uncle Wang together, and let him use it to subsidize the children in the village who want to study.

I’m not afraid of your jokes, I can enjoy reading now, but I don’t have much chance~”

In this way, Po Luo and Uncle Chu used notebooks and cigarette paper to write down 13 copies of their last words, and finally these were handed over to Hu Biao's hands.

Because they were thinking that Hu Biao should be the one in the team who could live the longest.

Hu Biao took these thin last words, but they felt as heavy as a thousand pounds; these may be the last things left by 13 great souls in this world.

So, he solemnly took out a beautiful metal cigarette box, took out the last Camel cigarette, put it to his mouth and lit it.

By the way, he folded up all these last words, put them in a metal cigarette case, and put them in the shirt pocket inside his military uniform.

Just after doing all the above, Hu Biao suddenly heard a shrill whistle in his ears, which meant that the soldiers had begun to launch a new attack.

Only then did Hu Biao realize that the sound of shelling in his ears had become weaker and weaker.

Instinctively, Hu Biao raised his wrist and glanced at the latest time on it.

As can be seen from the results, the current time is already 11:16 in the morning, which means there are still 44 minutes left before they can complete the last stage of this mission.

"What the hell! Why is it exactly 10 and 44 minutes? Why is it such an unlucky number?" Hu Biao instinctively cursed out such a sentence.

It’s not that a young man like Hu Biao has such feudal superstition.

But he knows that in normal times, 44 minutes is just the time for a work meal.

But when it comes to the last moment of the mission, such 44 minutes are definitely not something they can survive easily. God knows what the system has arranged and is waiting for them.

Later, Hu Biao used his mental power to glance at the branch task related to Zhang Quansheng in his head.

As a result, it can be seen in the skull that the countdown to Zhang Quansheng's death is still decreasing, and now there are only 31 minutes and 52 seconds left.

This shows one thing: Zhang Quansheng is still not out of danger.

For this reason, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the field operating room where Lao Qi and others were.

I saw that in the corner of one side of the anti-slope position, in the largest anti-gun hole, a canvas was stretched out with logs and armed belts on top.

This is to prevent the falling dust from flying into Zhang Quansheng's body, which has been opened with a scalpel, causing greater infection.

But to be honest, this thing can prevent dust and sand from coming down from the top of the head.

But frankly speaking, it does have some effects, but it is not limited to just a few; because the dust that spreads over will still cause some pollution to the wound.

It is impossible to have a sterile surgical environment.

Therefore, after the operation, we can only think of ways to use drugs to fight antibacterial drugs, and see whether the life of a boy like Zhang Quansheng is tough or not.

After thinking of the above, Hu Biao suddenly had some ideas in his mind...

The above things are a lot to write about, but in fact they all happened in just a few seconds; so Hu Biao's complex psychological activities did not delay anything during the battle.

When he came to his senses, he could already find capable combatants on the anti-slope position. They had already picked up their weapons and were staring at him, waiting for his orders.

Immediately, Hu Biao made arrangements:

"In addition to the surgical team members, the operation continues.

Other comrades who are able to move, immediately enter the position with me. Warehouse manager, don't you have a good eye? Pay attention to those soldiers' planes, and notify me as soon as you notice their appearance.

Comrades, I won’t say much else, except for one thing: the people are here and the position is there~”
To be continued...