"Director Yang, please help me call my security guard Xiao Liu and ask him to bring my briefcase. There are some tasks that I am responsible for and must be handled before I die."
After trying hard to calm down, the excavator man asked the office manager Yang next to him.
His speech was not fast and his voice was not loud, but he was indescribably solemn.
After hearing such a request, Officer Yang, a veteran who had been joining the team for more than ten years and was used to seeing all kinds of life and death, suddenly felt strongly embarrassed in his heart.
If possible, he really hopes that this one will be explained according to the staff around him.
Because I habitually stay up late, I don’t have more than 4 hours of rest every day.
Even Li Gong, who was always busy once he got busy because of the work schedule, could lie quietly in bed and die in the last moment of his life, without having to work so hard.
For such a new Guo Jia, he has done enough. He does not need to dedicate his last heartbeat to this Guo Jia. He can be selfish for once.
He was just appointed by the old man, and he also knew how to deal with this situation.
The work that this Gong Li has is so important. Maybe if he records a few transactions now to facilitate the handover of subsequent personnel, he can save a large number of people a huge amount of work and material consumption in the future.
In the end, I was in a dilemma and had no choice but to do something.
Director Yang could only choose to compromise and decided to meet the other party's request. He called in Xiao Liu, the security guard who had been waiting outside for the digger.
Let him keep it in a brown briefcase that can be kept under personal care. It must be opened with cumbersome steps, otherwise one of the incendiary bombs will explode and everything in it will be incinerated.
During the process of delivering the briefcase, guard Xiao Liu had already burst into tears.
When he kept saying sorry to the digger guy, he even slapped himself hard several times in the process.
The main reason is that this young man, who is only sixteen years old but has already been in the army for three years, thinks that he did not take good care of the digger, which is why this situation happened.
So in the past time, he had been feeling huge guilt.
"Xiao Liu, as a man, don't cry all the time. I can't blame you for this; it's all my fault. I have been deliberately hiding my physical problems.
So it’s not your responsibility, right, Mr. Yang?”
For Xiao Liu, Guo Jia had arranged for him to follow him in the last mission; but the total time did not exceed three months, but the relationship with the little guard who had already become quite good, the digger guy was like this
Be relieved.
He also said a few words to Director Zhao, which helped Xiao Liu avoid some responsibilities and punishments in the future.
Seeing Director Yang, he nodded heavily to express his approval of his statement; in the following time, the excavator man could no longer care about other things.
He used cumbersome means and laborious operations.
After taking out a black notebook from his briefcase, he took a pen and started writing and drawing on it, very wholeheartedly.
There is no way! Because facing his own dying life, the digger has too many things to explain clearly.
There are still too many unfulfilled wishes that have not been completed.
For example: He also thought that in the near future, Guo Jia would be able to produce machinery and equipment such as tanks, armored vehicles, automobiles, and trains that were more advanced than before, so that they could fly across this land.
There is no need to take the old 59 tanks with five pairs of wheels and turn them over and over again to improve them.
You can see better and more advanced aircraft flying in the sky, guarding your home airspace.
Instead of trying to use a second-generation aircraft like the Baye and a stealth fourth-generation aircraft like the Raptor out of desperation as before, they were thinking about how to use bayonet tactics.
He also wants to see the surface forces start to drop dumplings faster, allowing many advanced warships to cruise in our waters, and even sail towards the blue sea.
Rather than allowing ships like the Type 037 to become the main force for a long period of time.
Of course, the above statements are definitely not complaining, nor are they saying that our scientific researchers are not smart enough and hardworking enough.
It's just their starting foundation, but they are really far behind their opponents.
To be able to achieve such a step despite being almost destitute and being blocked for a long time is a miracle thanks to the painstaking efforts of countless people.
So now he digs out all the efforts he has made for this.
The purpose is to make such a foundation as high and as good as possible.
Even if there is only a small amount, I believe it can make those respectable scientific researchers walk on this road easier...
In this way, once the excavator guy got into working mode, he completely forgot about everything else around him, including the people coming and going in the ward, all kinds of strong discomforts on his body, etc.
It's like an oil lamp that doesn't have much oil. After adjusting the wick to the maximum state.
It began to light up, emitting the last bit of light and heat.
Because they were too focused and invested, in such a process, when the old people appeared one after another, the excavator guy didn't even notice at all.
Upon seeing this, the elderly people sighed deeply, stopped others from greeting the excavator man, shook their heads and left.
Finally, when Yang Dongli hurried back and jogged all the way into the ward, he originally wanted to say something.
But my mouth was open for a long time, but I didn't know what to say.
So, he dismissed everyone in the room, and stood quietly next to the digger man, silently watching the other person's work, intending to send his teammates off for the final journey in this way.
A stop like Yang Dongli's took more than three hours to pass.
If we take into account the fact that the digger started to work after he woke up, the patient's work now has exceeded five hours.
As he kept writing, the first pen in his hand ran out of ink.
Now, I have replaced it with a ballpoint pen.
The handwriting on the notebook, which was neat at first, has now been written eloquently for several pages, and can only be described as legible now.
Just to do this is the maximum that the excavator can do.
Suddenly, even the crooked handwriting in the excavator man's hand stopped completely.
Because after the digger guy put down the ballpoint pen in his hand, he started shouting eagerly: "My glasses? Who took my glasses away? Find them for me quickly. I still have a lot of things to write."
Already."
After hearing such a sentence, Comrade Yang, whose eyes had been a little red, finally couldn't help but shed tears.
Because Digger had always insisted on exercising when he was in the modern dimension, his physical fitness such as eyesight is actually quite good.
But in the last mission, because I stayed up too late every day, I had already become a little short-sighted.
After coming here this time, the degree of the glasses on the bridge of my nose increased rapidly, and now it has almost exceeded 400 degrees.
In order to facilitate his work, he had to be fitted with a pair of thick old-fashioned glasses.
What's even more worrying is that no one has touched Digger's glasses at all, and his glasses are still properly placed on the bridge of his nose.
It's because at such a time, the digger's physical functions have seriously deteriorated. Now he can no longer see the writing on the notebook clearly, and he has completely reached the point where he has completely exhausted his energy.
At this moment, Lao Yang tried hard to sort out his emotions and said in a heavily nasal voice:
"Excavator guy, this is me, Lao Yang, Yang Dongli, you are already wearing your glasses, so listen to me, why don't you lie down and rest for a while before we talk."
"I can't lie down. Once I lie down, I might not be able to get up."
The excavator man's eyes were wide open, and he slowly said this sentence in his mouth. It seemed that he was struggling to even speak now.
"Lie down and rest for a while! Even if you leave, we are still here, as well as my teammates, Yang Dongli, Su Hong, Da Huliu, and Zhuye. Brother, you are not fighting alone.
This kind of contribution to Guo Jia should be given to us at least some opportunities."
While Yang Dongli said this, he pressed the excavator man's shoulders involuntarily and pushed him down on the bed without using much force.
Digger guy, this one was involved in hand-to-hand combat on the Songshan Fortress battlefield.
The man who had smashed the heads of several Japanese with a six-edged mace was now so weak that he fell down on the bed with a gentle pressure from Lao Yang.
It was this process that allowed the digger to fully understand his situation.
It has indeed reached the last moment and I can no longer continue working.
So in the following time, he lay weakly on the bed without fully explaining all the things that were on his mind, and even only confessed a small part of his heavy regrets.
As if chatting, he slowly began to talk to Yang Dongli, his opponent.
It's like trying to comfort Lao Yang, a teammate, or telling him why he did this:
"Lao Yang, don't be sad. Isn't it just a death? It's nothing. It's as if no one failed in the previous missions?
Compared to the past on the battlefield, where I might have been blown into a bloody mess and could lie down on the bed and die quietly, this treatment has obviously improved a lot.
Besides! As long as we complete the task, we can be resurrected again.
But in the original timeline, I don’t know how many ancestors had the same experience as me, and they were all working hard for such a Guo Jia at the last moment of their lives.
They are the ones worthy of admiration, but there is no possibility of their resurrection.
Take Lin Gong, Academician Lin, for example. For our nuclear, military and industrial undertakings, he remained anonymous and worked silently at his position for 52 years.
It was impossible for his family to contact him or find out where he worked.
There are also military industry forefathers such as Zhu Gong, Luo Gong, Huang Gong, and Yu Gong who are unknown to everyone, or who are unknown, but have burned their lives and everything for the rise of such a Guo Jiahe nation.
The deeds of each of them are beyond our reach.
So compared to them, what I, Li Qingyang, have done is nothing.
Fortunately, as their junior in the military industry, I feel very honored to have such an experience that completely burned me like them..."
As he spoke, the excavator man's voice became weaker and weaker.
Finally, his voice completely calmed down in Yang Dongli's ears.
Just by reaching out and sniffing the digger's breath, Lao Yang knew that his teammate had no signs of life by now.
This is also the first member of the Central Continent Team to be downsized in this way and for such a reason in its history.
Looking at his teammates who had lost all vital signs, Yang Dongli did not shout loudly for the medical staff to come to rescue him, nor did he cry sadly for this.
Even Comrade Lao Yang showed no intention to support or participate in the subsequent ceremonies.
With only careful movements, he pushed the quilt under his arms and placed the black notebook and ballpoint pen beside the pillow.
It's as if the other person is just asleep, rather than losing his life.
Afterwards, Yang Dongli stood up and strode out of the ward. After going out, he said to Director Zhao who was waiting at the door and had picked him up at the airport:
"Director Zhao, please take me to the airport. By the way, help me contact the plane to fly to Zhengcheng immediately. I will go there to see the preparations of the locomotive factory."
When saying this, Yang Dongli's expression was extremely serious.
That was because he knew very well that after sending away a teammate like Digger, the unfinished work of his teammates would be taken over by those who are still alive.
******
"The excavator guy left, he left peacefully."
After putting down a thin message in his hand, Hu Biao said this to the team members who gathered around him and looked at him eagerly.
At the same time, a telegram explaining the situation at that time, that is, everything the digger did before he died, was delivered and passed among the team members.
The current time is almost 10 hours after the excavator guy died.
To be more precise, it was 4 a.m. today, February 4th, when they anxiously received such a telegram from Comrade Lao Yang.
There is no way! Lao Yang actually has his own difficulties.
If Yang Dongli is usually out of town, he can still operate the radio station in person on the pretext of sending some important secret messages to the elderly and some departments.
When others walked out of the hospital, they were still in pain.
If you were still hiding and playing with the radio, wouldn't you be clearly telling the people around you that you were secretly communicating with other people or forces?
Although he believed that an old man could trust himself enough to not care about such a thing, but why did he bring the matter to such a point?
Therefore, Yang Dongli and others flew to Zhengcheng overnight and stayed temporarily in a guest house.
It was during the rest time that was less than three hours before dawn that I hurriedly took some time to send back the relevant information.
It is for this reason that the number of words in such an email is quite limited.
For those people who often read online novels and have long developed the efficiency of reading ten lines at a glance.
After they spent a very short time reading the above-mentioned telegrams, the atmosphere at the scene became intense because of the unspeakable emotions in their hearts.
Faced with such a scene, Hu Biao originally wanted to say something to boost his low morale.
However, he found that all the words he spoke were so pale and feeble; in the end, he said nothing and just silently exchanged a Huazi cigarette from the system mall, which he would never buy at ordinary times.
I opened a pack, lit three sticks toward home, and placed them like incense, as a tribute to my teammate, the digger guy.
After that, the remaining cigarettes were passed around among everyone.
In the end, the remaining 34 people of the Zhongzhou team on the Goryeo battlefield smoked cigarettes silently for half the night in the cold wind before dawn.
It can be regarded as using this method to pay tribute to another person who died in the battle.
This situation continued until about 6:42 in the morning, when the wind and snow that had been blowing all night suddenly stopped.
Then in a very short period of time, a sun rose from the east, and the golden sun filled the earth, dispersing the originally dark night.
Under the long-lost sunshine, everyone threw away the cigarette butts in their mouths and regained their fighting spirit.
Because they know that facing the second phase of the mission that is about to end on the 8th, their opponents will never sit still and wait for death, so their battle is about to come.
So maybe at some point, I will die.
If we were faster, we could still catch up with Bai Xiang, Qing Tian, and Digger Guy on the Huangquan Road.
At the same time, Su Hong, Zhuye, Dahuyou and others, who had been working at their desks all night, also started washing their faces with ice-cold water.
Use this method to cheer yourself up, so that you can continue to fight in another way in these combat positions that belong to you...