Cindy handed over the SSG brigade to the men, and Zhang Yan and the others returned to the Mubarak camp.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, Zhang Yan sensed that something was wrong.

Liang Feng and Sun Bingcube had red eyes, obvious tears in the corners of their eyes, and obvious sadness on their faces.

"What's wrong with you?"

"The mountain cannon is gone!"

"Mountain artillery?" Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, a little unresponsive, and after a while, he remembered the mountain artillery, and after the recording of the program ended, the mountain artillery went to the Black Africa peacekeeping ......, "What's wrong with the mountain artillery?" ”

"The mountain cannon is gone!"

Sun Bing repeated again, this time Zhang Yan understood what was going on.

With a "bang", the helmet covered in dirt fell to the ground.

Tears flowed out of ...... at once.

"When? Don't tease me, I just caught Cindy ...... today. ”

"See for yourself."

Liang Feng turned the computer around, and the screen was cleared with the words "Memorial Service for Martyr Kang Lin Qiang and Martyr Li Lei." ”

There was the auditorium of the brigade headquarters, which was full of wreaths, and the bodies of the two people, Shan Cannon and Li Lei, were lying quietly among the flowers.

Zhang Yan's fists were clenched together, and he was stunned when he looked at the sallow-faced mountain cannon.

His mind recalled the appearance of the meeting when he had just returned to the army to report on it, Chen Lixing, Mountain Artillery, Sky Wolf, and Lao Wang .......

Lao Wang changed jobs.

Lao Ruan retired.

Brother Le changed jobs.

The mountain cannon is gone.......

Suppressed low cries rang out in the dormitory, and the people standing in the room all took off their hats and turned to look east.

There is the direction of the Motherland.

Mournful music played on the computer, and nineteen people huddled in the cramped dormitory and silently raised their right hands to Dongfang.

Comrades-in-arms, go all the way!

Brother, I miss you .......

Without the joy of winning the battle, and without the chatter of children's affection, nineteen men drank liquor silently on the floor of the dormitory.

In their own way, they saw off their comrades from afar.

May Heaven be free from pain and war.

When the night crept in, the old fish opened the door full of alcohol, and a group of drunks lay on the ground with red eyes, tears staining their military uniforms.

"Old fish, what are we going to do?"

"Send them back to the dorm and get some rest."

The four of them sent Lao Liu and them back to the dormitory, and when it was dawn the next day, Zhang Yan rolled over from the bed.

There was a "plop" sound, and a burst of pain came from his body.

"Mountain Cannon, why did you kid leave? Damn, how can you let your daughter-in-law live? ”

He didn't even open his eyes and started cursing.

The picture of Chen Ling crying bitterly while holding the photo of the mountain cannon made a group of brothers accept this younger brother and sister who met for the first time.

"Lao Zhang, wake up."

Lao Yu rushed in from outside the door, saw Zhang Yan lying on the ground, and quickly helped him up.

Zhang Yan slowly opened his eyes, a little painful, and a little unwilling to open them.

Seeing the old fish staring at the two panda-eyed fish, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, which was very far-fetched.

"Lao Liu, what's wrong with them?"

"They're all drunk, resting."

"What's going on today?"

"You've all slept all night, hurry up and wash up, and then eat something, or your body will not suffer."

"Thank you!"

Zhang Yan leaned on the edge of the bed and struggled to get up, but almost fell again.

After staggering a few times and standing up, he slowly walked towards the bathroom. Looking at the back of him leaving, Lao Yu sat on the bed and sighed helplessly.

It seems, a giant fell and was scrapped.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Sharif rushed to the dormitory, still with a strong smell of blood.

If it weren't for the old acquaintances, Lao Liu and his sensitive guys would definitely have drawn their guns against each other.

"Zhang, are you there?"

"Zhang, I need your help."

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Yan was sitting on the edge of the windowsill, watching the video of the mountain artillery, as well as the stars who had not been in contact for a long time, and those former comrades-in-arms.

"Zhang, that guy Cindy doesn't say anything! So I want to ask you to help! ”

"Pry his mouth open, huh?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Yan turned his head to look at Lao Liu and asked, "Do you want to go with me?" ”

"Okay," Lao Liu just nodded, turned around and walked downstairs, Zhang Yan quickly stood up and followed, and took the beard to the prison where Cindy was held.

"Zhang, the Yankees are already protesting, those demonstrations are gradually expanding, and the news of Cindy's arrest has leaked."

Zhang Yan pursed his lips and looked at the beard, and he didn't know what this guy wanted to express.

If the Yankees don't even know that their own people are dead, then they don't call the world police.

"Tell me about Cindy?"

"Ordinary forced confessions and potions have all been used, but they are useless. And we can't kill him. By the way, we also tried your Ling Chi, but it didn't work much. ”

"If a kamikaze person is so easily pried open, it is not called a kamikaze."

Hearing this, Lao Liu frowned and asked, "Can you be sure that Cindy is a kamikaze?" ”

"It's hard to say before, but now it's almost the same, after all, only a little devil can combine bushido and jade shatters to make that kind of dead soldier like a religious person. They are not even afraid of death, are they still afraid of torture? ”

Lao Liu's brows furrowed even more, "Then what are you going to do?" ”

"Boss, the dead may not be afraid of death, but they are definitely afraid of life."

After speaking, Zhang Yan quietly pulled the beard, muttered a few words in his ear, and then let the beard leave.

When they meet Cindy, Cindy is tied to the cross like Habas, except that Cindy has a lot of scars on her body.

His legs were clearly burned and whipped with leather whips, and there were burn marks on his chest, which seemed to be ***'s approach to infidels.

"Cindy, should I call you Inoue or Cindy?"

"Hehe......," Cindy's face remained unchanged, "now that you know my identity, what else do you want to ask me?" ”

Zhang Yan had to give a thumbs up to this old thief, and he was able to be so calm when his identity was exposed, so he knew that the psychological state of this product was not ordinarily stable.

"Little devil, that's what I'll call you. I'm a person who doesn't like torture and blood, so I'd like to have a good conversation with you. ”

The corners of Zhang Yan's mouth had a sunny smile, looking harmless to humans and animals, and the corners of Lao Liu's mouth next to him twitched unnaturally, as if he was enduring something.

"No, I see death and blood in your eyes, and you're not a sunny person."

"Tut-tut, little devil, do you know that in our China, it is easy to kill people if they tell the truth."

Cindy wanted to speak, but Zhang Yan directly covered her mouth, "Don't speak, I know your virtues, but I still say that, I don't like to see blood, and I don't like torture, can you accompany me a little?" ”

"Huh!"

Cindy's sneer rang out in the prison, and suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly and turned into a "woo-woo-woo" sound.