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Chapter 215 Underground suicide note 【Subscription】

That's right, it's the aftermath.

Kong Xingyue was originally a warrior on the battlefield, but was tricked into becoming the chief of the military engineering team.

Since he was transferred, to be honest, he has done a very good job.

It vividly interprets the excellent quality of doing one's work and loving one's work.

As a result, a wealth of experience has been accumulated along the way of excavation.

He knew that he was trapped in landslides and it was extremely difficult to be rescued.

Because... If you are not careful, it is easy to cause a second landslide.

The second landslide is completely different from the first landslide.

Once another landslide occurs, the trapped people will be directly buried alive!
This is why they have not heard the sound of rescue from the outside world for so long.

Compared with the current lord, he is worrying about where to start so as not to cause a second landslide.

But they, in this dark underground, are soaked in water and can't see their fingers. The darkness is easy to breed fear, which makes people imagine.

Although he has been comforting others, even he himself does not believe that this time he can get out alive.

"It's a pity, the dark river is about to be excavated, and the lord still owes me a wish..."

Kong Xingyue smiled wryly and sighed inwardly.

……

after one day.

Cui Ji completed the drawings, and together with He Chou, worked out a detailed plan that would not disturb the existing structure...

rescue route.

Then Yang Guang found Guo Yang, the deputy director of the military engineering team, and told him in a deep voice, how to excavate and rescue, and which places should not be touched.

This allowed Guo Yang to start rescue.

As soon as the military engineering team launched the rescue, the trapped Kong Xingyue and others seemed to hear the most pleasant voice.

All of them are smiling.

Dispelled the fear in the dark.

It's just that it didn't last long.

Now they are sleepy and hungry.

But they were soaked in water on their chests, and they couldn't sleep.

Very tired.

The situation is bad.

They can only hope that the military industrial team can quickly rescue them.

but……

until the third day.

In their ears, the sound of digging sand and stones outside has been echoing, but they have not seen a ray of light.

"Why haven't you opened the channel yet?"

"Is this the sound of them digging the dark river?"

"Did they forget about us?"

……

The seeds of doubt continue to breed.

In the darkness, the members of the military industrial team became weaker and weaker.

I started to think wildly.

Thinking about it, some people even started to cry bitterly.

"I just married a daughter-in-law in Wanmin City!"

"I don't want to die..."

"I still have an old lady in my family to support. If I die, what will she do?"

……

A voice like this has been echoing in Kong Xingyue's ears.

Now they have not eaten for three days and three nights.

The body is extremely weak.

Some people even have hallucinations.

"Could it be...is it really hopeless?" Kong Xingyue looked at the dark front, but couldn't see the faces of any of his companions clearly.

The only good news is that no one was injured among them, and because of the gap between the stones, their breathing was relatively smooth.

But being trapped deep underground, soaked in water, isn't exactly welcome news.

The sound of digging and beating stones outside has never stopped, but it did not bring any hope to everyone.

Time passed slowly.

Came to the fifth day.

Some people have already begun to lose their strength and passed out.

Kong Xingyue even started to feel dizzy, and his voice was extremely weak.

No one spoke again.

They seem to have a number in their hearts.

It's time to be damned.

The fifth day of rescue has not yet arrived, and they... probably can't hold on any longer.

Even Kong Xingyue didn't cheer up everyone anymore.

In the small space trapped, there was a deathly silence.

No one spoke.

They all want to save some effort.

The desire to survive has been exhausted in five days and five nights.

Now, their intestines are cramping, their bodies are extremely weak, and they often have hallucinations.

"Everyone come closer."

Kong Xingyue's hoarse voice suddenly sounded, but it was very small.

It takes a crowd to get together to hear it.

Now he doesn't even have much strength to speak.

"Why don't you all leave a last word? If you want to say anything to your family members or outsiders, leave it behind."

After everyone gathered, Kong Xingyue said such a sentence.

The stagnant water in everyone's hearts seemed to have a layer of ripples splashed by it.

No one refuted.

Because the idea proposed by Kong Xingyue is also what they are thinking at this time.

The possibility of getting out alive should be slim.

People are about to die, and now they have a lot of things to say to their family members.

"But... there is no pen and paper here..."

In the darkness, came a weak voice.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of Kong Xingyue taking off his clothes was heard, causing a splash of water.

"I'll write for you, using clothes instead of paper, blood instead of pen!"

In the darkness, Kong Xingyue looked at the crowd, and then said: "Which one of you will come first?"

Silent for a long time.

In the darkness, another voice sounded: "Come on, my name is Zhang Tieyong. Before joining the army, I was a farmer. I want to write a letter to my mother."

Kong Xingyue pursed his pale lips, asked two people to help lift his clothes, bit his fingertips hard, and said in a deep voice, "Read!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Tieyong read a sentence, and Kong Xingyue wrote a sentence.

However, as he read it, Zhang Tieyong cried hoarsely.

The voice was hoarse, but it moved everyone.

"Mother, I'm sorry for you...letting your old white-haired man give away a black-haired man...you can't be filial at your knees in life...you can only be a cow and a horse in the next life..."

But after Zhang Tieyong finished speaking, Kong Xingyue had already filled his gown with writing.

"Zhang Tieyong, hold your suicide note up high, wait for it to dry, don't let the water soak it!" Then, in the darkness, Kong Xingyue handed Zhang Tieyong the gown covered in blood.

Zhang Tieyong wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and trembled his hands. At this moment, he, who was extremely weak, seemed to be returning to the light, and raised his hands high, holding up the blood-lettered gown.

Otherwise it gets a little bit of water.

But this scene, but no one can see.

"Next." After finishing writing, Kong Xingyue scanned the darkness and continued.

After a pause, Kong Xingyue added: "Bring your own clothes."

"My name is Song Ke. I originally lived in Chang'an. My parents have died long ago. I have never married a wife... I have no children... I am alone, so I have nothing to say..." A voice sounded again in the darkness.

Kong Xingyue opened his mouth slightly, and just when he was about to say the next thing, the voice said again: "But everyone has written a suicide note... It's not good if I don't write it..."

Kong Xingyue had a serious face, the corners of his mouth twitched, he could only grit his teeth, and bit himself a finger.

Started to run script with blood.

"Being able to join Wanmin City... to be able to live in a precarious and chaotic world... to have a family... Actually, I am already very satisfied... I have never expected a wife and children... If I really want to leave something behind... I... I……"

This guy named Song Ke couldn't help choking up as he talked: "I...I...I really want to live now...I really want to get out of the ground...Lie under the sun...in Wanmin City Under the old locust tree outside... let the wind blow..."

As he spoke, his voice became weaker.

He seemed to have a hallucination.

I saw Manmin City.

sunny.

The old pagoda trees are densely covered, leaving a shade for passers-by.

He is lying on the recliner invented by the lord, blowing the wind leisurely...

After hearing his words, everyone fell silent.

Their hearts were suddenly twitched.

The same is true for Kong Xingyue, his voice choked up and said: "Next."

Then, in the darkness, voices came one after another.

Every voice is a story.

When a person is about to die, everyone's story sounds so touching, and everyone can empathize.

It was written that besides Kong Xingyue, there was only one person left.

Kong Xingyue had bitten off all his fingers.

Severe ischemia.

Already very weak, need help to barely stand.

"There is one more person, what do you want to say?" But he still gritted his teeth and insisted.

He wanted to give these members of the military industrial team trapped underground a chance to let the world know.

Before, they were unknown.

Rush to the front line of the battlefield, work together in the field of digging, and silently defend the city of people.

Now, in order to solve the drought, they are trapped in the ground and there is no sky.

He wants to give everyone a chance to be recognized by the world.

Tell the [-] people in Wanmin City.

Fifteen people once dug tunnels and built underground rivers for them, and died deep underground.

If one day, dry wells give birth to springs, and the big pagoda tree outside Wanmin City grows new buds, I hope those common people can think of them...

"I...I want to write a letter to my wife..." The last voice also sounded in the darkness.

Kong Xingyue pursed his lips and said, "Read."

"I... what I want to say is a bit long, or... let me write it... I can read." The voice continued.

Kong Xingyue's body trembled, and he nodded slightly.

Then, I heard this voice and became choked up: "I am a scholar... I was born in troubled times, and I had to enter Wanmin City, and I was lucky to meet you in Wanmin City. Yinger, I have already... Enough..."

While reading, imitating Kong Xingyue, he bit his finger and wrote neat small characters on his long gown.

"When I wrote this book, I was still alone in the world... When you read this book, I was already a ghost in the underworld... I wrote this book, tears and pen and ink were all shed, I wish I could stop writing..."

As it was written, this person actually cried with his head in his arms, and the sound of wailing was heartbreaking.

"I have been away from home for more than three months... My son must be able to babble... I wish I could go to hell alone without seeing him... If he grows up, he will be sent to a university to learn..."

This scholar wrote many, many.

Even though he was choking with sobs, he still insisted on finishing the blood book.

After he finished reading and writing, everyone, including Kong Xingyue, was already in tears.

At the time of death, everyone's emotions were gushing out without any concealment.

Followed by.

In the darkness, the 14 people except Kong Xingyue raised their hands, holding up their suicide notes, and held them up high.

At this moment, their expressions were extremely pious.

(End of this chapter)