A crazy tongue of fire was instantly pressed under the soldier's chest, and the crazy machine gun did not stop, still roaring, and the soldier's body was instantly beaten into a sieve.

He could have chosen to use a gun to deal with the enemy, and a shuttle of bullets swept in through the observation port, and the enemy inside had nothing to hide, but this speed was undoubtedly much slower.

A high-speed machine gun with more than 600 rounds per minute has the potential to cause more casualties in front of it for every second of delay.

You must know that the division commander and regiment commander of the airborne division are in front, and every death is a huge loss, so the soldiers chose the fastest and most direct method to ensure the safety of the commander with their own sacrifices.

The soldiers arrived one after another, and one by one they put the muzzle of their guns through the observation opening, and frantically poured bullets into them, and several AK47s fired 30 rounds* into the empty guns.

……

"Medic ......"

"Master, hold on, you'll be fine."

"Master, don't scare me?"

"Shizuo, we have fought so many battles, you can't leave your brothers behind at this time, hold on, you must hold on."

The scene was full of mourning, Liu Xianwei was lying quietly in Wang Siqi's arms, his eyes were closed, his face was as white as paper, and several hands on his chest were pressed, but the blood kept pouring out, dyeing all his hands red, and he didn't know how many bullets he had hit.

In the midst of everyone's shouting, Liu Xianwei slowly opened his eyes, looked at the mysterious and weeping faces in front of him, squirmed his lips, and muttered in an almost undetectable voice: "We...... What we are ......"

Wang Siqi immediately continued: "We are Jiang Haoran's fist, we are the steel troops, and we are the invincible airborne division!" Wang Siqi comprehended, Liu Xianwei wanted to listen to the voices of the soldiers again, and then listen to this inspiring slogan.

"We are Jiang Haoran's fist, we are steel troops, and we are invincible airborne divisions!"

Several regiment commanders immediately shouted, and tears flew down one by one.

Immediately afterwards, the guards around him shouted: "We are Jiang Haoran's fist, we are the steel troops, and we are the invincible special airborne division!" ”

The whole audience shouted: We are Jiang Haoran's fist, we are the steel troops, we are the invincible airborne division!

The chanting over and over again was loud and high-pitched, and even covered the huge roar of the transport helicopters flying in the sky.

The special operations division had already arrived and began to rappel, and they seemed to have expected what was happening, and unconsciously joined in the "shouting slogans", and their voices were so loud that the heavens and the earth seemed to tremble.

Liu Xianwei showed a relieved smile on his face, the rapid loss of blood had made him completely speechless, but the godless eyes that seemed to be about to be extinguished were staring at the pocket on his chest.

The soldiers expected something, Zhou Benye quickly stretched out his hand and groped it up from his pocket, and actually took out a full-body photo of a woman, which was as cold as frost, dressed in white clothes and white dress, smiling like a flower, and beautiful and beautiful.

When the photo was put in front of Liu Xianwei, a flush appeared on his face, and his eyes seemed to be much brighter, but this was just a return to the light, and within a few seconds, he slowly closed his eyes, and two lines of tears slipped silently from the corners of his eyes.

Will the star fall.

The scene suddenly fell silent, and even the helicopters began to bypass the place, and everyone began to take off their hats, salute, and send the general on his last journey.

Liu Bao, who had just descended from the helicopter, walked to Liu Xianwei and squatted down, helped him tidy up his military uniform, straightened his military hat, and said in a choked voice: "You stinky boy, you actually walked in front of Lao Tzu...... It's okay, you are the supreme commander of the special operations division who died in battle, and when you get down, you must remember to gather the brothers who left first and lead them to continue to fight devils...... Waiting for us. ”

When Liu Bao was the brigade commander, Liu Xianwei was still a regiment commander in the hands of Li Bing, after he came out of the special operations division and set up an airborne brigade alone, Liu Xianwei made many combat exploits, and had already been promoted to lieutenant general and division commander, and his position and rank were one level higher than Liu Bao, but Liu Bao was still qualified to call him a "stinky boy", and no one dared to disagree with the qualifications of the veterans of the special operations division.

Liu Bao said in a deep voice: "Chief of Staff Wang, Xianwei's future affairs will be handed over to you, you can personally escort him back, and I will take over the troops." ”

Wang Siqi endured his grief and nodded silently, he and Liu Xianwei have a friendship and comrade-in-arms, Liu Xianwei's death He is more sad than anyone else, but even at this time, his face is pale, and his whole body gives people a feeling of trembling, but he can't see a tear on his face.

This seemingly weak man actually has a strong and resolute side.

Liu Bao got up, his eyes swept in front of the group of regiment commanders, and said in a cruel voice: "Don't cry with a sad face, the second division of the little devil guards is outside the city, gather your soldiers and kill them with Lao Tzu, and annihilate these beasts to avenge your division commander." ”

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

The sound of the mountain roaring and the tsunami sounded, and the soldiers raised their weapons high in their hands.

……

Texas.

Jiang Haoran was expressionless, sitting at his desk like a statue.

The news of Liu Xianwei's death has already reached here, and he lost two generals (Tong Fulin) in a battle, and his grief can be imagined.

Especially Liu Xianwei, who has been following him from birth to death, and his achievements are impressive, and his death is like breaking Jiang Haoran's most powerful arm.

"The crockpot does not leave the wellhead to break the general, it is inevitable that he will die in front of the battle, the general seat, the festival mourns!" Cold as frost and faintly comforted.

Jiang Haoran didn't hear it, his mind was full of the lonely eyes that Liu Xianwei left for him before he set out on the expedition, and guilt surged towards him like a tide.

On the issue of being cold as snow, he can't decide, but at least he can introduce him to a daughter-in-law so that he won't be left behind, but it's too late to say anything now.

After a long time, Jiang Haoran said quietly: "I remember that Xianwei is from Henan, right?" ”

"Yes, from Zhoukou, Henan." Cold as frost.

"Who else is in his family?"

"Both parents are here, and there is a younger brother and two younger sisters, and now they have been sent to Zhuzhou to settle down, or Zhuang Fuguo personally sent someone to find them, and now the younger brothers and sisters are studying in schools in Changsha."

"That's good, that's good!" Jiang Haoran muttered.

"By the way, Xianwei's body is already on the way back, do you think you should send it to Texas first?"

"No need, just let him go back to the base directly, the Zhou Guild will hold a national public sacrifice for him, to be honest, I don't have the face to see him."

Leng Rushuang was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a few seconds and said, "You mean on the issue of Ruxue?" ”

Jiang Haoran was noncommittal, and said: "I heard that he dragged the photo of Leng Ruxue and refused to let go before leaving, and he has a deep affection for your sister?" ”

"Yes, it's a pity that Ruxue doesn't have this blessing."