Gong Xue couldn't see anything, her eyes were a mass of blood and flesh, and her ears couldn't hear. The surroundings seemed to be still. Only she opened her mouth, shouted silently, and crawled towards the red eagle.
There was smoke and scorching fire everywhere after the explosion. She ignored it and was the first to find Red Eagle in a pool of blood at an astonishing speed.
"Red Eagle------Red Eagle--" A person who was bright, lively and full of ideas a few seconds ago is now facing the threat of death.
To save her...
Save her....
The severe pain stretched every nerve. She gasped for breath, making the pain in her chest even more intense. Only in this way could she face Red Eagle with her remaining sanity.
She had never been as scared as she was now. When she knelt on the ground and couldn't cover the blood spilling between her fingers no matter how hard she covered it with her hands, she felt that the whole world had become dark and scary...
"Snow...Snow Eagle..." Red Eagle's scattered pupils suddenly focused on some weak light...
As if hearing the sound of nature, Gong Xue's face was filled with ecstasy. She tried to lift Hongying's body. She looked around and screamed, "Someone's coming---He's coming-------
-----Doctor---------Doctor------------”
"It's no use... I... am a doctor... I know... Snow... Snow Eagle... I... I have something to say..." Red Eagle tried his best
It took all the strength to say these words. He blinked his dull eyes and signaled Gong Xue to lower his body because he wanted to speak.
Gong Xue leaned down, her warm tears falling on Hong Ying's dull face. She couldn't say anything and could only hug Hong Ying tightly.
"No...you have to blame yourself...it has nothing to do with you...Snow...Snow Eagle...you are...excellent...no...who...
Better than... you... Xue..." A few intermittent words almost exhausted all the strength of Hong Ying. The corners of his mouth were bleeding continuously, and his eyes gradually became blurry, but he still used
Amazing willpower to persevere...
"Captain...Captain...loved...loved you very much...the night he left...far...far...and stood with you...for half the night...
I saw... the... snow... the snow eagle... forget the... high... plateau... well... love you... the people around you...
Cherish... cherish... don't... don't be like... like me... and my girlfriend... friends... miss... you and... her... like her.
..is...the best...the best...girl in the world...the best..." Hong Ying's voice became weaker and weaker, and he could no longer see Gong Xue.
The pained and shocked expression on his face..
"Promise...me...the last thing...Xue...Xue Ying...for me...for me...go and see...her...every year.
I will go...to see her during the...Spring Festival...this year...I won't be able to go...I'm afraid...I'm afraid she...will be...disappointed
...Xue...Xue Ying...let...the...photo...let...me take a look..." Red Eagle's last plea...
Gong Xue put the photo dyed black and red in front of Hong Ying's eyes, and her eyes were covered with tears: "I promise... I promise you... I promise whatever you say... Please... don't leave...
..Don’t go..." The pain of rupture filled every cell in her body. She prayed to God not to be so cruel...
Don't let her lose her attachment to this world...
A few seconds later, "Red Eagle--------------" a heart-piercing cry came out from the smoke-filled lobby. It lingered for a long time, and those who heard it were moved.
..
A few minutes later, a Muslim restaurant in the food street of the train station square welcomed several uninvited guests.
There were four men and one woman, but the woman was being held by the leading man. There was blood on her face and on her body. Although she looked miserable, the woman looked very happy. She hugged the tall man's neck tightly,
Smiling and saying: "You still love me, Su Mulian!"
The reason why she was so sure was because the thrilling scene that had just happened at the train station convinced her that the man holding her still loved her deeply. If he didn't love her, how could he risk his life to save her, or even escape the police and police?
Rounded up by the army, she returned to the free world with her injuries.
The man named Su Mulian tore off the woman's fake bomb vest and threw it to the ground expressionlessly. "There won't be a next time!" He looked at his watch and shouted to the person behind him.
: "Change clothes and leave in half an hour!" After taking two steps, he turned back and pointed to a backpack on someone's body, "The computer is ready, bring it in!"
"Yes, leader." The attitude of the entourage was very respectful. They found the clothes belonging to Su Mulian and put them in the inner room, and then ordered the hotel owner to quickly treat the wound of the female commander Ma Yuejiao.
The restaurant owner cautiously looked out at the deserted streets and quickly closed the door.
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Late February.
Skyhawk Special Forces Group.
It was the spring season, but the entire brigade was immersed in low pressure, and there was no sign of recovery for half a month.
The training is still the same, the tasks are still the same, even the slogans during exercise every day are still loud...
"Be loyal to the motherland, be loyal to the people, love my Sky Eagle! Love my brigade! One, two, three, four..."
But every time when passing by the familiar small-leaf banyan forest, everyone can't help but look towards the row of red houses.
There, no one would look at them with gloating eyes anymore.
There, I can no longer hear anyone singing I am a soldier with a beautiful voice like a broken gong...
The soldier who cured them of their illnesses and was so heroic when on duty has turned into a free breeze, singing loudly in the forest...
On New Year's Eve, the beginning of the new year, a serious but ordinary mission caused them to lose their dearest comrades overnight. The living people were just gone, gone forever. When they came back, they would
It has become a photo and code name on the wall of the martyrs of the brigade, and will remain on it forever.
Martyr Ming Qiang, 27 years old, codenamed Hongying, died on February 4, 201x.
Many years later, perhaps no one will remember him, but those who have experienced it will always remember the day when the 195 commanders and fighters of the entire brigade sent him off on his way with the most solemn etiquette...
Twenty-one shots fired!!
The crisp gunshots and crystal tears represent never forgetting!