"Dad, mom, you must take care of yourself. Goudan kowtows to you here~"

Yuan Qi, the acting company commander of the Third Company of the First Battalion, and the Volunteer Army soldier, was chatting in his mouth for a long time. After a total of two or three minutes, he finally stopped his own story.

Then, facing the southwest.

That is where his hometown is, he kneeled heavily on the ground.

While shouting out like this, he kowtowed continuously on the ground, one, two, and three consecutively.

Looking at the scene in front of me, the people in the Zhongzhou team became more and more heavy. They did not feel that there was something wrong with the behavior of the Volunteer Army soldier in front of me.

He held his position and fought to the death without retreating is his responsibility as a soldier.

Kowtowing to his hometown is his guilt as a son, and he can do nothing. There is actually no conflict between the two.

Anyway, I saw this scene behind it.

At that time, I was holding an old-fashioned fountain pen in my hand, and on my knees the broken gong of what Yuan Qijiu said before, I felt that the nib of the pen was weighing thousands of pounds for a moment.

And at a slightly further distance, another crowd gathered.

Such a group of people, facing the scene that Yuan Qi had been tossing for a long time, even Duo was deserving of it.

Of course, it’s not that these people are a little numb and even such a situation cannot arouse the emotional resonance in their hearts.

Just for them, something is happening to them.

They were several soldiers waiting for the suicide note of the volunteers, as well as members of Zhongzhou who were watching the fun, surrounded by Uncle Chu.

A Volunteer Army soldier who is only 32 years old but because of his wind and frosty face, he looks at least 40 years old.

While smoking a cigarette, he was muttering:

"Wife, today's gun and plane bombing was the most ruthless one I encountered. It seems that I can't go back here.

I thought that you are still young and your child is still young; all the family affairs are on one person, so why don’t you find someone to marry again?

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

As he wrote, Uncle Chu, a man in his 40s, couldn't help it when his nose was sore.

As both an old father and a husband, he also knew that as a man, who would be willing to remarry his wife with her children after she became frustrated, and even her children would change their surnames.

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

Looking at the volunteer soldiers in front of him in a calm tone, after Dandan said the above content, Uncle Chu's tears fell on a cigarette box in his hand that was used as the carrier of the suicide note.

Some of the beautiful traditional Chinese characters on it are wet, making it look a little colorful.

When the rest of the team saw Uncle Chu's performance, they did not make fun of Uncle Chu because of it.

Everyone is both men and I feel a little bit empathetic about this situation.

So the person with red eyes at this moment is not just Uncle Chu; to be precise, the number of people in the Zhongzhou team around him is now in this situation.

If there must be someone different, it is the fake foreigner Jason, this guy who wants to save face.

After realizing that there were a few warm tears that slid out of their eyes and slid into their mouths, the faint salty smell.

It seems a little embarrassed to be afraid that people will see that they are actually crying.

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

"Damn it! The weather here in Goryeo is so strange. It's either snowing or raining, and there is no time to have a bright spot~"

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

But such a lies has gained considerable approval.

"Yes, this bad weather in Goryeo~" said the little white-collar worker AT.

At the same time, taking advantage of this opportunity, I quickly wiped my eyes.

In short, among the so-called last words of these ordinary volunteer soldiers, there is not much intense content or reason, and there are more trivial words like chatting with their families.

On the contrary, these plain and trivial words have caused people from modern planes such as Hu Biao and others to be even more stimulating.

A kind of strong resonance and stimulation that comes from the soul.

Because every volunteer soldier usually takes two to three minutes to make the thoughts in his mind clear.

A large number of them are still in a coma.

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

So, after spending about ten minutes, Po Luo finished writing a man from Anhui Province with a last words of about 150 or 60 words.

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? Hurry up and take advantage of the fact that the soldiers are still bombarding the positions. I will write you what you say or what you say to anyone."

After hearing this, the young soldier smiled freely and casually:

"Thank you, uncle, no! Comrade, I am an orphan. When I was three years old, my father died at the hands of the Japanese. My mother left me and remarried to another place. There has been no news for so many years, so I have no relatives anymore."

When he heard this, Poluo suddenly became speechless.

But after the little soldier changed his mind, he seemed to think of some other content, so he changed his mind and said again:

"Since I was young, I was raised by the villagers of Daliu Shu Village with a bite of a hundred families of food.

I originally thought that when I grew up, I would repay the villagers well, such as Uncle Wang and Aunt Ma who took care of me back then.

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

So please write a sentence for me and say that I, Rugensheng, thank them; if I have a pension after I die, I will give it to the uncle of the Wang family and let him subsidize the children who want to study in the village.

I'm not afraid of you making fun of it. I can like reading, but I don't have any chance~"

In this way, Poluo and Uncle Chu wrote a total of 13 last words in notebooks, smoke shells and paper, and finally they were handed over to Hu Biao together.

Because they were thinking that Hu Biao should belong to the one in the team who can live the longest.

But after Hu Biao took these thin last words, he felt as heavy as a thousand pounds; these may be the last thing left by 13 great souls in this world.

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

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

It was because of all the above that suddenly a shrill whistle came from Hu Biao's ear, indicating that the soldiers had begun to launch a new attack.

Hu Biao then reflected that the sound of shelling in his ears was getting weaker and weaker.

In his instinct, Hu Biao raised his wrist and took a look at the latest time above.

As a result, we can see that it is already 11:16 in the morning, which means that there are still 44 minutes left to complete the last stage of the task.

"Damn it! Why is it just 144 minutes? Why is it such a number that is not auspicious at all?" Hu Biao instinctively scolded such a sentence.

It’s not that Hu Biao, a young man, is all such feudal superstitions.

But he knew that if it were normal, 44 minutes was just a working meal.

But if it were the last moment of the mission, it would definitely not be so easy to survive in such 44 minutes. God knows that the system has arranged something waiting for them.

Then, Hu Biao used his mental power to take a look at the branch mission related to Zhang Quansheng in his head.

As a result, we can see that the countdown on Zhang Quansheng's death in our minds is still decreasing, and there are still 31 minutes and 52 seconds left.

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

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

I saw that in the corner of the backscene position, in the largest anti-cannon hole, there was a piece of canvas on the top of the roof with logs and armed forces.

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

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

But to be honest, it has the effect, but it is not only some; because the dust that spreads over will still cause certain pollution to the wound.

It is impossible to want a sterile surgical environment.

Therefore, after the operation, we can only find ways to use drugs to antibacterials, and see if the life of a boy like Zhang Quansheng is hard.

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

The above things are written in a lot, but in fact they all happened in just a few seconds; so Hu Biao's complex psychological activities did not delay any battle.

When he came back to God, he could already find that the combatants on the counter-slope position had already picked up weapons, staring at themselves, waiting for their orders.

Immediately, Hu Biao made arrangements:

“In addition to the personnel of the surgical team, the surgery continues.

Other comrades who can move, immediately enter the position with me; Kurakuen, don’t you look at me? Pay attention to the soldiers’ planes and notify me immediately after they find that they appear.

Comrades, I won’t say much else, there is only one thing: the person is there, the position is there~”

The sound from Hu Biao's mouth fell, and a group of men with accents from all over the place shouted in the biggest voice in their mouths:

"There is the man, the position is there~"
To be continued...