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Chapter 941 Sadness ([-])

The heroic soul is immortal, and the heroic spirit lasts forever!
"Major!!" A faintly excited voice came, and a Russian soldier with a shovel in his hand ran up to Duan Zhaoan. His dirty face showed joy, and he cried with joy: "Major, we found your A comrade in arms!"

The existence of life undoubtedly injects a breath of fresh air into the entire sad atmosphere. Because I believe that there are still comrades alive, I persist in digging.

The farthest from the explosion site was found on the 18th. Under the maximum impact, he was rushed to the back of the overturned truck. Just like that, a huge cement block only hit the truck, and he was stunned.

When they were carried out, neither Duan Zhao'an nor No. 17 let the Russian army's health soldiers come out. They personally took care of No. 18's side. The life was indeed big enough. Except for some injuries on the body, there were no obvious injuries.

Afraid of fractures, let the Russian health soldiers carefully check and confirm.

"Brother, I should be alive." Before the examination was over, No. 18 woke up. He woke up very quickly. The moment he opened his eyes, his hands reacted faster than his brain... Detained by the Russian health department. Soldier's hands.

The health guard is not a rough man, but a full-fledged Russian beauty. He restrained both sides with such force, and he was shocked and made a sound of pain at the same time.

No. 18's hands bounced away like an electric shock, and when he fully opened his eyes, he saw clearly that he had hurt a beautiful medical soldier, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I have nothing to do here, you can go rescue the soldier. "

It was in Chinese, and it didn't matter whether the beautiful health guard could understand it or not. After apologizing, regardless of her injuries, she hurriedly asked Duan Zhaoan: "Where's Gu Chen, did you find it?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, No. 17's face darkened. He glanced uneasily at Duan Zhao'an, who was still breathing cold all over, and hurriedly winked at No. 18, signaling him not to ask any more questions.

Duan Zhao'an patted the dust on No. 18's body, and said in a quiet voice, "I'm still looking. Stand up and take a few steps to see if there is any bone injury." Obviously, he didn't want to talk too much about this matter.

The face of No. 18 who received the wink was ugly. He slapped himself twice in self-blame, and his voice was hard when he spoke again, "I'm really not a man! Blame me for this! I shouldn't let her go up alone , I should go with her."

As he said that, No. 18 had a huge cough, and his dusty face coughed, and a few pieces of dust peeled off, looking indescribably weird.

Duan Zhaoan's hand was still on his shoulder. Seeing this, he patted his shoulder lightly. Although his voice was slightly hoarse, it was full of force: "It's not your fault, number 17, bring the kettle here."

How could No. 18, who has fought side by side with him for several years, have never heard of the heaviness behind the hoarseness? Facing Duan Zhaoan, who has never been in such a situation, No. 18 silently took the water bottle from No. 17, drank and spit it out , The gravel in his mouth made his speech very difficult.

Then he spoke violently, and then said in a hoarse voice, "It's my fault, Major, and I accept any punishment."

"You're stupid!" No. 17 became anxious immediately, "You blame yourself for not wanting 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 wouldn't blame anyone, he didn't take good care of her,... he could only blame himself.

(End of this chapter)