The heroic soul is immortal and the majesty lasts forever!
"Major!!" A faintly excited voice came, and a Russian soldier with a shovel in his hand ran to Duan Zhaoan. His dirty face showed joy, and he cried with joy: "Major, we found something about you.
A comrade!"
The existence of life undoubtedly injects a breath of fresh air into the entire sad atmosphere. Because I believe that my comrades are still alive, I persist in digging.
No. 18 was found who was farthest from the explosion site. Under the greatest impact, he was rushed to the back of the overturned truck. Just like that, a huge cement block only hit the car, and he was knocked unconscious.
When they were being carried out, Duan Zhaoan and No. 17 did not ask the Russian army's medical soldiers to take action. They personally checked No. 18's side carefully. The life was indeed serious enough. There were no obvious wounds except for some bruises on the body.
Fearing that there might be fractures, I asked the Russian health soldiers to carefully check and confirm.
"Brother, I should be alive now." Before the examination was over, No. 18 woke up. He woke up quickly. The moment he opened his eyes, his hands reacted faster than his brain... held the Russian health
Soldier's hands.
The health soldier was not a rough man, but a very beautiful Russian woman. When he restrained both parties with such force, they were shocked and at the same time cried out in pain.
No. 18's hands bounced away like an electric shock. When he opened his eyes completely, he saw clearly that he had caused pain to the beautiful health soldier. He quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I have nothing to do here. You can go rescue the soldier."
"
The words were spoken in Chinese, and regardless of whether the beautiful health soldier could understand it or not, after apologizing, regardless of his own injuries, he hurriedly asked Duan Zhaoan: "Where is Gu Chen, have you found him?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, No. 17's face darkened. He glanced uneasily at Duan Zhaoan, who was still cold all over his body, and hurriedly winked at No. 18, signaling him not to ask any more questions.
Duan Zhaoan patted the dust on No. 18's body and said in a deep voice: "Still looking for it. Stand up and take a few steps to see if any bones are injured." Obviously, he didn't want to talk more about this matter.
No. 18's face was ugly after receiving the wink. He slapped himself twice in self-reproach, and when he spoke again, his voice was hard, "I'm really not a man! Blame me for this! I shouldn't have let her go up alone."
, I should go with her."
As he said that, No. 18 coughed loudly. As he coughed, a few pieces of dust peeled off his dusty face, which looked indescribably weird.
Duan Zhaoan's hand was still on his shoulder. Seeing this, he patted his shoulder gently. Although his cold voice was slightly hoarse, it was full of force: "It's not your fault, No. 17, bring the kettle over."
How could it be that No. 18, who had fought side by side with him for several years, had never heard of the heaviness behind hoarseness? Facing Duan Zhaoan, who had never been in such a situation, No. 18 silently took the kettle handed to him by No. 17, took a drink of water, and then spit it out.
, the gravel in his mouth made it difficult for him to speak smoothly.
After another fierce exchange of words, he said in a hoarse voice: "It's my fault, Major. I accept any punishment."
"You're stupid!" No. 17 suddenly became anxious, "You put the blame on yourself, do you think you don't want to be a soldier anymore? Damn it, don't bother me, we all know it's not your fault."
In Duan Zhaoan's heart, the biggest fault is himself. He won't blame anyone. He failed to take good care of her... he can only blame himself.
