When they rushed to the military headquarters, the ones who were not calm were Yao Zhiyuan and Yang Wenjun.
Chi Yuyan held Yao Xiaojing's hand and sat firmly in the back seat. Although the two looked anxious, they did not have the panic and fear that ordinary women should have. They held hands tightly, and every time Xiaojing had bad associations.
When her body was shaking, Chi Yuyan would loudly encourage her daughter: "Don't cry, Yao Xiaojing! Until the matter is clarified, who dares to say that something happened to Mu Feng."
Yang Wenjun shivered, and he could feel the thick chill on his back while sitting in the passenger seat.
What he said was correct, but he just repeated what Chief Su said exactly.
In the operation codenamed "Tide" in which Mu Feng participated, several personnel were injured, one of whom was seriously injured and has been sent to the People's Liberation Army General Hospital for rescue. Chief Su's phone call was unclear, and it seemed that he was making a phone call outdoors on a windy day.
He wanted to ask more details, but the other party had no signal. He relied on inference to feel that the situation was not right, because if he was slightly injured, how could Chief Su personally call and inform the chief of staff? He rushed to Yao's house in a hurry and stepped on
I only regretted it when I entered the house. Why not make a military announcement? That way, I don’t have to be a bad person, right?
He is so stupid.
It's so stupid.
Commander-in-Chief of the Army.
The door of the emergency room of the trauma department was closed tightly. There were 5 or 6 burly soldiers covered with dust and smoke in the corridor. The paint on their faces had not faded away, and their eyes were blood red. They were staring at the lights of the emergency room. They seemed to
They didn't close their eyes for days and nights, and exhaustion, pain, grief, anger, and despair hung on their faces, in their eyes, and in their tightly clenched fists.
In the suffocating silence, 2 or 3 officers in olive green hurried over from the other end of the corridor.
When they saw several special forces with sad expressions, their hearts suddenly dropped: "Sharp sword, please tell me about the seriously injured comrades!" They were the aftermath team of the 530 Special Operations Group responsible for the casualties. After receiving orders from their superiors, they almost broke through
Went through the red light and rushed to the military headquarters.
The special soldier, known as the Sharp Sword, looked at his teammates with red eyes and opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
Maybe it was because they had yelled so hard before that they almost demolished the surgical ward of the Military General Hospital. They were too impulsive, but they didn’t regret it because they didn’t like to hear what the doctor said about the slim chance of rescue.
Don't want to hear it...
Their....
A special soldier took the call. Although his voice was hoarse and hoarse, he could still make out the general idea.
"The doctor is still resuscitating him. He has been in the hospital for more than an hour." He touched his eyes with his colorless sleeve and turned his face away in pain.
There followed a long silence. The officer clenched his fists, spread his hands and rubbed his face vigorously, and asked: "Where are the other wounded?"
"Treat wounds in the third treatment room on the right hand side of the corridor."
"Let's go over and take a look first. You guys stay here and guard."
"Yes!" Several special forces soldiers saluted in unison.
At this time, a rush of footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor. The special forces visually inspected that at least five strangers were quickly approaching the rescue room. When the people were getting closer and their faces could be seen clearly, the officer who was just about to see the wounded suddenly became nervous.
Have to scream.
"Chief of Staff?! Chief Su!"
The visitors were none other than Yao Zhiyuan's family of three and Su Changqing. Yang Wenjun arrived late because he was delivering a car.
"Salute!" the officer ordered decisively.
"Pah! Pah!" The uniform movements stunned several people who were rushing over. Especially Yao Xiaojing, when she saw the dazzling lights above the rescue room, she couldn't help the pain in her heart, and she shouted and jumped.
Go up.
"Mufeng------------" She banged on the door, trying to rush in desperately.
Her Mu Feng was lying on the cold operating table, without warmth, strength, or her smile. How could he hold on... No, she had to go in. She couldn't let him lie there alone...
"Mu Feng---------Mu Feng--open the door!! Open the door! Please open the door!"
Chi Yuyan's strength collapsed instantly after seeing her daughter's sad and painful look. She stumbled over and hugged her daughter from behind: "Xiaojing, don't make trouble! Don't make trouble, child..." Tears streamed down her face.
Next, her throat was choked with sobs, and her whole body seemed to be torn apart.
Several special forces soldiers stared blankly at Xiaojing and the leaders. Among them, the sharp sword with a completely mute voice pointed at Yao Xiaojing and Chi Yuyan, shouting something silently.
The officer of the 530th patted Li Jian's shoulder reassuringly and said comfortingly: "They are the family members of their comrades in arms, so you don't have to be surprised."
Li Jian's face was covered with sweat, and he shook his head desperately, still pointing at Yao Xiaojing and his daughter.
"We all understand how you feel. Don't worry, rest for a while and wait for news from your comrades." The officer's words made Li Jian even more anxious. Seeing Yao Xiaojing banging on the door with her heartbroken hand, he couldn't help but look out from the crowd.
It flashed out...
Yao Zhiyuan's face was dark, and his eyes were full of worry. He said to Su Changqing: "We can only wait here with peace of mind."
Su Changqing nodded: "Well... I just learned about their early return. The person who reported the report had a hoarse voice and the signal was intermittent. I could only get a rough idea." Just hearing the three words Chen Mufeng was enough to turn his head.
My heart was plucked up and torn into pieces.
Yao Xiaojing's heart and mind were filled with the image of Mu Feng dripping with blood. He couldn't move or speak. Like Conway, he was suffering physical and mental torture in the operating room... If it turned out that she didn't understand what Sister Mengmeng was doing at the beginning.
The torment and pain she suffered, then, now, she completely understood... Her heart felt like being stabbed by needles. Without stopping, tears flowed down uncontrollably, and the only thing in her mind was dizzy.
Mu Feng alone...
Mu Feng...
Mu Feng....
"Xiao Jing---------------"
"Xiao Jing---------------" The call was so hoarse that it was almost impossible to hear the original voice. It came from far and near, and passed into the eardrums of everyone present.
But Yao Xiaojing, who was originally immersed in grief and unable to extricate herself, seemed to suddenly hear the sound of hope and suddenly turned around...