War.

No matter what kind of war it is.

As long as there is war, there will be casualties.

Like now.

took advantage of the fire to rob several devil soldiers who wanted to touch the building, and under the counterattack of Zhou Tianming and others, they lost their lives.

Of course.

Zhou Tianming and them, they were not without casualties, the trumpeter who fought with them to fight the devil died, and the trumpeter who guarded the entrance position of the building on the ground floor with the dog died after being shot by a bullet fired by a devil.

Originally, trumpeters didn't need to die.

But he died.

Speaking of which.

He also blames himself for this.

The trumpeter yelled excitedly when the dog shot the last devil with a gun, and then his whole body jumped violently.

Such.

It also made the trumpeter himself exposed to the devil.

Such a good opportunity to kill the enemy.

How can a shrewd and well-trained devil give up? A devil picked up his rifle without saying a word, hit the top bullet three times and divided five by two, and then pulled the trigger on the trumpeter, and then a bullet hit the trumpeter, which immediately made the trumpeter breathe less in and out more, and he was about to die.

As the saying goes: generals will inevitably die on the battlefield, and small soldiers will inevitably die on the battlefield.

The word is such a word, and the reason is such a reason.

But as an emotional animal, when encountering this kind of thing, they often subconsciously reveal sad feelings.

As it is now.

Except for the defenders.

The remainder.

There is one, count one.

They all gathered around the trumpeters, and their mouths were eagerly shouting all kinds of words of concern.

"Trumpeter, trumpeter, wake up, wake up, trumpeter, don't scare me, don't scare me."

"Trumpeter, trumpeter, who the hell made you jump? Who made you jump up? Don't you know that the bullets of devils have eyes? Looking for us people? Trumpeter, wake up. ”

"Trumpeter, trumpeter, wake up, wake up."

"Someone, medics, save the trumpeters."

"Save people, save people, save people."

Perhaps it was the shouts of the crowd that played a role, the little trumpeter who had been shot by the devil, who had less air in and more air out, and had closed his eyes, slowly opened his eyes, and then shouted, "Mom, Mom." ”

The beautiful woman who was originally defending the second floor probably heard the sound of people shouting trumpeters, so she appeared on the first floor.

And when she arrived on the first floor, she happened to hear the trumpeter's voice calling for her mother, so she walked up to the trumpeter without saying a word, took the trumpeter in her arms, and stroked the trumpeter's face with her hand like a mother touching her own child, and said softly: "Child, mom is here, mom is here." ”

"Mom, I'm in pain, I'm cold." The trumpeter looked at the beautiful woman with confused eyes, and said something with a mouth that kept spitting blood, "Mom, is it dark?" Why can't my eyes see? Mom? ”

"Yes, it's dark." With tears in her eyes, the beauty followed the words of the trumpeter.

"Mommy, Mommy." The trumpeter, who was screaming for his mother, raised his right hand and touched the face of the beautiful woman.

Looks like.

He wanted to touch his mother's face.

It's a pity, though.

When the trumpeter's right hand was about to reach the beautiful woman's face, his whole arm suddenly drooped.

He's dead.

The trumpeter died.

The trumpeter who fell into the hands of the devil and did not give in died like this, under the guns of the devils.

Scene.

The atmosphere of the scene.

Suddenly, it became heavy.

Maybe it was because of the death of the trumpeter, or maybe it was the living who saw the end of their own death from the trumpeter, so the atmosphere in the small building suddenly became heavy.

"Bury him." Zhou Tianming looked at the trumpeter in front of him, who died in the arms of the beauty, and commanded.

This moment.

His mood.

It's also not very tasty.

After all, a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child like a flower died in front of him, and at this time, as long as he was a conscientious Chinese, he would feel uncomfortable.

"I'll do it!" The beauty said in a tone of faint loss: "I'll give him a ride!" ”

Perhaps sensing that the beauty's mood was a little low, Zhou Tianming paused a little and comforted: "Actually, we should envy him." ”

Everyone looked up in confusion.

"He is dead, and we will bury him, so that he will not be in the wilderness. And we are different, we die and don't know who will bury us. Zhou Tianming smiled bitterly, "Everyone, cheer up, it is estimated that it will not be long before we will meet with the trumpeters." ”

Death.

Those people present all felt a strong sense of death from Zhou Tianming's words.

Let's be honest.

Nowadays, they are no different from the dead! It's just a matter of time!

After listening to Zhou Tianming's explanation, everyone did not reply, but got busy.

Wipe the gun, clean the ammunition, sort out the ammunition, be in a daze, bury the burial man.

And so the time passed.

A strange thing happened in the middle of this, that is, the devil did not attack after the first attack was frustrated.

In addition to not launching an attack, he did not let Li Yushanhan shout to recruit them.

I'm afraid Zhou Tianming and they don't know, the devil's attack just now!

It's just a temptation!

Test the strength of Zhou Tianming and their gang!

Looks like.

The devil had already learned a lesson from the battle just now, and knew the combat effectiveness of Zhou Tianming and the others, so he didn't attack.

(This chapter has been changed several times, and each time it has not written the feeling I wanted, distress!) There is also the question of ideas, I have to think about ideas)