"Uncle Huo, he—" the little boy said, suddenly choking.

"What's wrong with him? Tell me, what's wrong with him?" Ji Ran asked anxiously.

"Hey... He was surrounded by infected people in order to get us to escape, and he couldn't... Get out...", a young woman next to her said sadly.

"What did you say, Wuxian, he was surrounded by the infected, where, where?" Ji Ran asked anxiously.

"Uncle Huo is in the steel mill south of the city," the little boy choked up, pointing in the direction of the guide.

When Ji Ran heard this, the whole person was stunned, and his head was blank.

If Huo Wuxian has three long and two short, how can he explain to Huo's mother, how can he explain to himself?

He's the one I love the most!~

"Auntie, Uncle Huo said, if I see you, let me tell you that the person he loves the most is you, he owes you a wedding, this is his biggest regret in this life, he said that you must live well, he will bless you forever with his love for you. The little boy walked up to Ji Ran and relayed with tears in his eyes.

Hearing the little boy's retelling, Ji Ran's tears couldn't help but burst out of his eyes, and all kinds of pictures of the past were recalled in his mind as quickly as a glimpse of light.

The warmth of the paradise island, the intimacy on the Burj Khalifa, the romance on the Eiffel Tower, the vows in the Cathedral of San Marino, every sweet and warm picture is like a sharp knife, constantly piercing into Ji Ran's heart, the deeper the love, the more painful the stabbing...

Ji Ran couldn't believe that all this was true, she didn't dare to imagine what kind of terrifying appearance it would be if there was no Huo Wuxian in this world.

She doesn't want all the good things to be memories, she wants him to be alive, she wants him to come back to her, she wants to be with him forever, he owes her a romantic marriage, she owes him a lovely son...

"Sister, let's mourn and change, your husband is a great person, we will all remember him, for him, you have to live well. The young woman comforted kindly.

"No, he can't die, he can't die, I'm going to find him, I'm going to find him. Ji Ran cried bitterly and said sadly.

"Where are you going to find him? He is surrounded by infected people, one of them is still a severely infected person, the severely infected person disguises himself as a normal person, mixed in the team of survivors, if your husband hadn't found him early, I'm afraid we would all be finished, that heavily infected person has attracted a large number of infected people, your husband can't survive, even if you find him, it's useless." The young woman persuaded.

"Yes, as long as you are scratched or scratched by an infected person, you will be infected, so don't go out and wait here for rescue. The person next to him also persuaded him.

"Auntie, this photo is Uncle Huo's last photo, and he asked me to give it to you. The little boy used his mobile phone to send the photo to Ji Ran.

"Uncle Huo told you to live well, don't go to him, and don't think about him anymore. The little boy looked up at Ji Ran and said.

Ji Ran looked at the crowd around him, this was the last survivor of the entire city, at best, there were only a few hundred people.

However, these people did not know that it was impossible for them to get out alive, and all the roads outside the city had been blocked, and no one would be allowed to go out, including the PLA soldiers who were still fighting in the city, and they could not escape.

These people, whether they are infected or uninfected, will be treated as infected and disposed of together, and no one will be spared.

Ji Ran didn't know whether to tell everyone the news, should he let everyone wait for death in despair after learning his fate, or let everyone be washed away by nuclear bombs without knowing it?

Ji Ran didn't know which way was the most suitable, but she knew that these people were the loveliest people, the most innocent people, maybe some people ran away because they were timid, maybe some people were reluctant to survive, but it wasn't their fault.

Escape is always the first instinct of survival.

Ji Ran didn't mean to blame any of them, but felt that they were really pitiful.

"Get up... People who don't want to be slaves... Forge our flesh and blood into our Shindi Wall... The Chinese nation has reached the most dangerous time... Everyone was forced to let out a final roar... Get up... Get up... Get up... We're all in one..."

Suddenly, the sound of the national anthem came from outside the prison, the singing of the PLA soldiers who insisted on fighting outside.

Their voices were loud and audible to everyone.

However, at this time, why did they suddenly sing the national anthem?

Why is there no gunfire outside?

At this time, the eyes of all the survivors looked at the outside of the prison, and all the PLA soldiers standing guard on the prison tower invariably clenched the steel guns in their hands, stood upright, and stared in the direction from which the national anthem came.

They know that this is the last confession of their comrades-in-arms who are loyal to the motherland and the people after running out of ammunition and food, and they have fulfilled all their duties, and when the disaster came, they did not flinch, did not fear, and did not humiliate this glorious military uniform on their bodies.

They are iron-clad men, and they are hot-blooded men in China!

The PLA soldiers on the tower also sang along with them, their eyes full of tears, trembling voices, and singing loudly...

The survivors who took refuge in the prison also sang the national anthem, and the inmates who were still serving their sentences in the prison also sang the national anthem.

Although each of them has committed various crimes, at this moment, in front of these brave and loyal brothers of the People's Liberation Army, these big brothers who have made mistakes have bowed their heads in shame, they are singing in a low voice, chanting this sacred national anthem, washing everyone's heart.

As soon as the national song was anthemated, a loud roar suddenly sounded outside.

It turned out that the national anthem was the last farewell of the PLA soldiers to the motherland, to the people, and to the world...

The Glory Bullet detonated along with all the explosives, instantly blasting hundreds of infected people into bloody flesh and blood, and the blood stained the Five-Star Red Flag even more blood-red.

Hearing the violent explosion outside, everyone was silent, many people silently shed tears, in peacetime, few people can feel this kind of life in exchange for the touch, and when it comes to the disaster, only to know that our PLA soldiers are the most respectable and lovely relatives in the world.

The chief, standing on the tower, shouted a salute, and all the PLA soldiers immediately took off their military caps and saluted collectively to the place where the explosion came from.

Everyone in the prison also stood up straight in the direction of the hero's sacrifice, and cast a look of awe...

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