The river is sobbing, and the wind and waves are swaying.

This is the Han River formed by blood and tears. Wang Yang has seen too many life and death here in the past few days. He thought he was already numb, he thought he could make his heart like iron and his mind like steel, but at this moment he felt that he was about to collapse.

That damn enemy plane, damn enemy, damn foreign devil...

Why can't I become stronger? Why can't I protect these innocent, kind and loyal comrades, and why are those damn gunshots so hard that they are not effective?

If I hadn't lost my links at the most critical moment, maybe this wouldn't have been the case at all!

Zhao Xiaoyan will not die! Platoon leader Zhang will not die! Wu Feng will not be washed away by the ruthless river water!

But now...

Wang Yang sighed to the sky, he hated his incompetence, he never wanted to become stronger as he did now, he even felt that he had killed these flesh-and-blooded compatriots, his closest comrades there, and his favorite women there, but they were all dead, all dead...

Dead at the gun of the enemy, died at the tyranny of foreign devils, died in his own incompetence...

There was a chaotic moment in his mind, and his eyes were even more chaotic. He even looked mentally ill.

The comrades around him looked at Wang Yang pounding the ground with his hands, bursting into tears in pain, and even snatching the ground with his head and crying with his head, everyone was heartbroken, but they were heartbroken, but they were helpless. Even Gao Xiaodong couldn't hold his body. Looking at Wang Yang in a crazy state, he was shocked and painful. According to his experience, this was a manifestation of a mental breakdown. This was not uncommon on the battlefield. Many new recruits who were just on the battlefield eventually suffered mental breakdown because they could not bear the torture of life and death that came from the heavy life and death, and finally had to go crazy for the rest of their lives!

Could it be that Wang Yang would be like this? Could it be that he would be mentally ill in the future? Such a iron-blooded warrior, who has suffered so much and suffered so much, possesses the most tenacious revolutionary spirit, has deep affection for his motherland, comrades and family affection like the sea, and has endless potential to become a super saga. Is it really ruined like this?

Gao Xiaodong never felt that he had been so anxious or helpless. He and other volunteer soldiers wanted to transfer all the pain of Wang Yang to himself. The iron-like man finally shed tears of sadness. He shouted and even slapped Wang Yang with his hands. However, Wang Yang had no reaction to his beating and scolding at all. The sobbing crying seemed to have shaken the nine heavens, causing the sky to fall lightly. A huge thunder even represented the endless anger and sorrow in his heart...

"Wu Feng..."

"Wu...Feng...Wu Feng..."

If...if...if this sound does not appear.

Maybe... Maybe there will never be a person like Wang Yang in this world again!

There will be no one in this world, and there will be no one who can shoot that stunning and desolate shot!

But undoubtedly for all the volunteer soldiers who were crying on the shore, who were heartbroken but unable to help but look at Wang Yang with tears in their eyes, this was absolutely nothing like the sound of heaven!

"It's Zhao Xiaoyan! It's her... she is not dead..."

No one knows how Wang Yang heard this voice. Even Gao Xiaodong and the others may not have noticed that their consciousness was all attracted by Wang Yang in front of them. They only hope that this passionate warrior who ignored hard work and was determined to rescue everyone should not be knocked down by the difficulties in front of them. They wanted to tell him: You have tried your best, it is not your fault, don't blame yourself anymore...

"Zhao Xiaoyan! Don't be afraid! I'm here! You have to hold on..."

thump!

However, even if they tried thousands of words, they could not resist the soft call from the river. At this moment, Gao Xiaodong suddenly burst into a hot light when he saw Wang Yang's gaze, his eyes were as warm as a meteor in the sky. Then his dull face became vivid in an instant. He screamed almost without hesitation, and then flew into the water.

"Wang Yang..."

Everyone exclaimed, but at the same time, they also vaguely heard Zhao Xiaoyan crying in the river. Gao Xiaodong only felt tears flowing out again like a spring that never dried up. In such a battlefield where flesh and blood are fighting and ruthless, one can best see a person's true nature. This new recruit who has only been in the army for three months is also moved by him. He actually blamed himself for the sacrifice of his comrades. Seeing that he could escape, he went to rescue him desperately...

"This kid! Don't have anything wrong with you, kid. I still have a lot of things I haven't taught you..."

Looking at the figure in the distance of Wang Yang, he didn't know how long this kid's body could last, nor even the power he came from, but he was inexplicably moved. He even looked at God with the urge to roar loudly. If you let this firm and passionate warrior die like this, it would be considered God's eyesless.

However, Wang Yang really didn't know so much at this time, and he didn't even notice how worried Gao Xiaodong and the others were about him.

He only felt that he was already confused and suddenly woke up by the obsessive voice. The voice rushed into his heart like a flash of lightning. No matter what obstacles it could not resist it invaded Wangyang's heart.

"She is not dead yet, she has not lost her faith in living. I must rescue her!"

Wang Yang swam forward frantically, listening to the sound and distinguishing the direction. Wang Yang even felt that the girl was not far away in front of him. There was a voice roaring in his heart. Whether it was Dong Lei Zhen or Xia Yuxue, it could not stop him from finding her determination!

"Zhao Xiaoyan, don't panic, support me! I see you!"

In front of me was a woman who was crying like a rainy person, and her snow-white pretty face looked stunning and desolate in the black river.

But she was still alive. Although she couldn't swim, her hands were still holding onto a tree stump. She did not lose the courage to survive. All this made Wang Yang's heart immediately become active. He didn't know the strength there. He rushed to Zhao Xiaoyan with his feet. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said loudly:

"Are you okay? You're not injured? Can you still catch the stump? Are you okay?"

"Wu...Wu Feng! Wu Feng... She... She suddenly untied the rope and let the river water wash away. She...had she committed suicide..."

Although you are incoherent, you seem to express all the joy in Wang Yang's heart.

It's simple and clear, just like the white clouds and blue sky in the sky!
Chapter completed!