After about ten minutes, the two old guys, Dragan and Younis, walked out, looking like they were leaving. He hugged the Bosnian Serbs one by one, and then he walked over to me and Milk. He looked at me and Milk and said, "I hope you can take those fifty people well, and I hope that you and they will have a chance to go home and live a good life in the future." After saying that, Dragan glanced at Pulsic and the few Bosnian Serbs standing together, smiled at them, and continued: "Actually, I should let these people who follow me have a good life and future, and these should have been my responsibility. But... I can't guarantee it myself right now, so I hope you can make them ... How can I say that? Let's give them a happy ending. Yes, it just has a good ending. May I? Can you promise me, old fellow, to take care of my boys? Dragan looked at me and Milk with great affection.

I looked at Milk, and I couldn't refuse Dragan's request. For my part, I was impressed by the Serbs who fought alongside me, who had endured hardships and were still fighting a battle that had not actually been won.

"I promise you." I nodded.

Milk also nodded, "I don't like you old fellow, but these people of yours are very brave and respectable." ”

Dragan saw that we had promised and solemnly stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you, then. After shaking hands with the two of us, Dragan said, "Goodbye, I don't think we'll ever have the chance to see each other again." Maybe when you say goodbye, you'll see me on the news, and I'll be caught. Hahaha. ”

Dragan smiled and turned to walk towards the outside of the hospital, where Younis dropped him off, where a car was already waiting for him. After the two had spoken a few words, Younis and Dragan shook hands one last time, and Dragan got into the car and quickly walked away.

Two days later, a group of Bosnian Serbs arrived. Pulsic took them into the hospital and introduced them to us. In my opinion, these people are not young, and the youngest should be about thirty years old, I suddenly remembered that I heard Milk say before, the most elite team in the French Foreign Legion, I can't remember the name, I only remember that the average age of that team is about thirty years old, everyone is selected from the officers, that is to say, everyone has extremely rich experience, everyone can be a commander, not only has a strong body, but also has a mature and strong psychology. And the gang in front of me has a bit of the flavor of the team that Milk said. And these people seem to be very familiar with each other, and they must have been together for a long time.

After getting to know each other, Milk and I had a one-on-one conversation with Pulsic, and we told him that he would be involved in planning and decision-making for the rest of the battle, and that the fifty men were under the direct command of Pulcic himself, as agreed, and that the appointment of these people was also decided by Pulcic.

For this decision, Pulcic accepted it very calmly, not happy or disappointed. Actually, in my opinion, Pulcic doesn't look like a belligerent, and I don't think he's aggressive, on the contrary, I always think he's calm, and I feel a little war-weary, although he doesn't show any obvious signs, but I still feel his physical and mental exhaustion.

"You seem to be tired." I looked around and no one whispered.

Pulcic gave me a surprised look, "It seems that you are not a guy who likes to fight. It's strange what you're doing here, are you really avenging the embassy? ”

"Haha." I smiled, "Then wouldn't it be more straightforward for me to go to the United States?" Now I am more and more afraid of war, and now I often think about quitting, going home to eat, drink and sleep well, and be an honest and ordinary person. ”

Pulsic nodded and smiled, "Then what's wrong with you?" Come here? Short of money to spend? ”

I shook my head, "I never expected to make money from this, and you may not believe it, because I feel retarded when I think about it now. Tell me about you, why are you still holding a gun? I at least have money to take, what do you have? I'm not saying that you are fighting for money, you are much more noble than me, but isn't it over now? I remember you advised Movic, what about yourself? ”

Pulcic smiled wryly, "This should be the last time our gang will fight together." As he spoke, he looked back at the group of Serbs who were talking and laughing in the distance, "After helping you, we really broke up." Dragan will not contact us again. We literally went home separately. But life, I don't know what it's going to be like. After all, we have lost so much over the years, and we have been rewarded ... It doesn't seem to pay off. Saying that, he looked at me and suddenly said angrily: "Actually, I don't like to let these people come at all, these people should live a good life, just like that guy Movic, they shouldn't come here." They're all people who crawled out of the pile of dead people, and if they don't go back this time, I don't know what will happen to their families. ”

"So what is it that keeps you going like this? I can let you go back, really! I'll figure it out when I get back. I didn't expect anyone to join our team. I said.

Pulcic sighed and adjusted his mood: "Because of Dragan, because of loyalty, because of honor, because we are brothers who fight side by side. ”

At this moment, I suddenly felt a little envious of Pulsic in front of me, who said these words with so confidence and with pride and pride. I suddenly remembered my former comrades-in-arms in the army, the brothers who were supposed to fight side by side, and it had been a long time since I had seen them. Loyal? I take money to fight. Honor? Hahaha The most ridiculous thing is this, I have no honor to speak of, but my notoriety has spread, such as the often-talked about massacre of the Mexican family, friends, and servants.

Once upon a time, I also hoped to say these things with the confidence of Pulcic, but unfortunately, now I can only pin my head to the waistband of foreign devils and dig around NATO corners and make all kinds of mischief.

Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered Paul, Sasha, Valery, Milk, and Drag Oil Bottle and Zhao Yi, thinking of these people, I suddenly felt a lot better, because I still have brothers who can fight side by side and depend on each other for life and death, in addition to money, and the scars of my body I still have a very special harvest.

After a moment of silence, I looked at Pulsic, "Why do you want to follow us?" Aren't you afraid that we will use you as a backstop? ”

Pulcic shook his head, "It's not that I want to, or I want to do it with you." This is the last instruction from the gentleman. As for those who use us as backs, I'm not afraid of that. As he spoke, he looked at me, "A person who has led the team repeatedly after his own direct leadership is most likely to gain the trust of his own people." Why do those people of yours listen to you so much? Why is that posture that they will do whatever you take them for? Is there any other reason you can tell me other than because you are a trustworthy person? ”

I nodded, "I'll do my best to get you all back alive." ”

Pulsic smiled and said, "And yourselves. We should all throw our guns away and go home alive. ”

"Movic... What about his family? I asked.

Pulsic put away his smile and was silent for a moment before saying, "Actually, in my opinion, this is the most terrifying, and the last thing I want to face." Somebody's going to have to give an account to their family, and that's going to be me. I know most of these people from their families. Something like this to me is simply ... Can't put it into words. Movic is quite better, although he has a younger brother and a younger sister, but they are all older. But not all of them are singles, some are married and have children. Let me go and report the funeral to their wives and children, you can't imagine what that situation would be like. ”

Speaking of this I suddenly remembered the captain, and I was going to tell his old father how he died in battle. There are other companions who have died alongside me, should I also go to their families to mourn or do something for their families?

I looked at Pulcic, "How are you doing in your daily life?" ”

"How? That depends on what you say. The country has just been in turmoil, the economy is collapsing, and there is a lack of material, but the reality is not very good. But it's much stronger than the days of bullets. Pulcich said.

I nodded, "I see a lot of people heading west, have you ever thought about it?" ”

"To Western Europe?" Pulcic shook his head, "I don't care. But I hope these companions of mine can go, and I hope they can have a good life. However, with the economic conditions of those of us, we may not have a good life. ”

"What about the east side?" I asked.

"East?" Pulcic looked at me, "To your country?" Ha ha. If it's not that the language is too different and too far away, it's actually a good choice for you. ”

"Not necessarily us, what about Russia? You all belong to one nation and have the same religious beliefs. I said.

Pulsic thought for a moment, "Maybe. But again, you have to have some money to go anywhere, otherwise you will be a refugee and then sent back? Then it's better not to go. ”

"Hmm. I understand that. I said and looked at him, "I think I might be able to help you later." ”

When Pulcic heard me say this, he immediately looked at me with a half-believing expression.