Yang Huimin didn't know how long she had been sitting in the trench, and even the tears and blood on her face had turned into a layer of dry stuff under the cold wind. These things made Yang Huimin feel that her face was like wearing a rubber coat, which made her uncomfortable. She couldn't help but reach out and rub her face hard again and again, until the skin on her face was scratched alive and blood slowly seeped out of it, and she felt a little better.

At this time, Yang Huimin really didn't notice that in the silent darkness, there was a faint sound of sharp objects piercing into a water bladder, and a wail that was quickly suppressed.

When Yang Huimin finally mustered up the courage to continue to advance towards the Sixing Warehouse, and climbed through the other trenches, she saw the soldiers lying on the ground one by one, fortunately this time she did not encounter a single obstacle that was alive and could still attack her.

Yang Huimin was so nervous, she really didn't realize that these soldiers didn't withdraw from the battlefield in time no matter what kind of heavy damage they received when attacking the Sixing warehouse, and now they all had an extra knife wound through the chest without exception, or the throat was bitten off by the sharp teeth of the beast.

But Yang Huimin's attention was still attracted by a soldier who looked to be only ten years old. And he lay in the trench with his back to the sky, and his eyes were wide open, and he did not close them until he died. He seems to have just died not long ago, at such a close distance, Yang Huimin can clearly see that in his eyes that have lost focus, there is still hope for survival, and two tears of grievance are slowly flowing down his gradually cooler face.

Before he died, as if he wanted to grasp something, his arms still stiff in the air. And his right palm was stiffly stretched out in mid-air, and he didn't know what sharp weapon had cut it, and now it was still slowly oozing blood downward. If it is a veteran with rich combat experience, it can be seen at a glance that this soldier has had a brief wrestling with the enemy. The other party definitely has the power to suppress the surname, he first tightly covered the mouth of this soldier with one hand, and then in his desperate and futile resistance, he slowly pushed a narrow weapon into the chest of this soldier little by little.

Yang Huimin finally climbed to the east side of the Sixing warehouse, and in a remote position, a rope painted black with charcoal powder hung there close to the wall. Unless they walked here and looked carefully, no one knew that the [***] people who were guarding the warehouse in the four rows had already built an improvised passage with ropes here.

Yang Huimin tied this rope to her waist, and when she pulled the rope according to the code signal Zhang Baiting told her, several soldiers who had been waiting on the second floor quickly pulled the rope and pulled Yang Huimin into the second floor of the Sixing warehouse.

Looking at Yang Huimin, who had cautiously crept in from outside the window stacked with sandbags, several Chinese soldiers were stunned by the faint yellow light in the warehouse. They really didn't expect that such a person who crossed the British [***] battalion, swam across the Suzhou Creek, and risked his life to enter the Sixing Warehouse was just a teenage girl.

This is the Four Elements Warehouse, and she finally entered the Four Elements Warehouse alive! No matter what will become of this place in the future, at least, this place belongs to China now, and there is still the Chinese [***] team defending here and fighting bloodily here!

With this in mind, Yang Huimin looked at the Sixing warehouse with an almost pious attitude, looking at everyone in her sight.

Yang Huimin really didn't expect that after two days of fierce fighting, there was still such a ...... in the Sixing Warehouse Tidy! There is no chaos on the battlefield, no panic in the face of death, everything is organized here.

After repelling the night attack of the soldiers, several soldiers were collecting the bullet casings they had just shot and putting them into sacks that had been prepared. The bullet casings, which were already half filled with bags, collided with each other with a soft "clanging" sound.

These soldiers, who have been fighting bloody battles with the Yue army and repelling their attacks again and again, obviously have a tired look on their faces, but they still have to allocate extra time and energy to clean up this battlefield that is destined to be sprinkled with blood.

Yang Huimin really didn't understand why they were doing this. When she heard a series of footsteps walking towards her quickly, and subconsciously turned her head, Yang Huimin's eyes were directly attracted by a man.

Aside from the official rank representing identity and status on the military uniform, and putting aside the starry moon-like background, in this busy world, the air is filled with gunsmoke and the smell of blood, and there are a few suppressed moans faintly, the most eye-catching, the most unignotable, and involuntarily attracted is him!

He wasn't too tall or burly, but anyone who saw him would think he was a very powerful man; His face is a little delicate, and it is definitely not fierce, but his eyebrows are as tall as a sword; His gaze was very gentle, and when he looked at Yang Huimin, the corners of his mouth even raised slightly, raising a faint smile, but when his gaze swept over lightly, something with penetrating power made Yang Huimin's heart can't help but have a feeling that he was completely seen through by him.

There is no need to ask his name, Yang Huimin clearly knows that he is Xie Jinyuan! The Tiger General Xie Jinyuan, who planned the surprise attack on the "Izumo" and led and personally participated in the "Iron Fist" operation!

Yang Huimin took off her blood-stained Boy Scout uniform, and slowly untied the national flag wrapped around her waist, completely soaked by the water of Suzhou Creek and her sweat.

This national flag is really big, so big that Yang Huimin seems to open her arms, and it is impossible to fully unfold it, even if she tries her best, she can only unfold a small corner.

Yang Huimin raised her hands high, she stood on tiptoe, and did her best to display this national flag in front of Xie Jinyuan as much as possible. She no longer had the means to salute Xie Jinyuan with her military salute, so she held the national flag high and shouted: "Boy Scout Yang Huimin, report to the commander!" ”

Across the national flag, Yang Huimin had no way to see Xie Jinyuan's face again, and of course he didn't know what kind of expression Xie Jinyuan was looking at now.

Xie Jinyuan was silent, he didn't seem to hear what Yang Huimin said at all, his eyes just fell quietly on the national flag.

Suddenly, Yang Huimin was surrounded by a pair of strong arms, and before she could figure out what was going on, she was brought into a generous embrace along with the national flag in her hand.

Xie Jinyuan hugged the girl in his arms tightly, Yang Huimin honestly lay in such a strange but warm embrace, let the man put his chin on his hair, and let him gently pat her shoulder with a father's or brother's movement. Secretly listening to a man's powerful heartbeat and feeling the scorching blood in the veins of such a body, Yang Huimin was really a little stupid.

Suddenly...... A little warm stuff slowly seeped into Yang Huimin's face.

The heroic Xie Jinyuan, the wise and brave Xie Jinyuan, the unyielding Xie Jinyuan, and the radiant Xie Jinyuan, who is as radiant as the hero in the mythological story, actually cried. It was under this hazy and faint rain of lights that Xie Jinyuan cried on this generous land destined to be recorded in the long river of Chinese history. He cried so much that he stood there holding the girl in his arms, crying silently, letting his tears continue to pour out from his eyes, which contained too much wisdom and too many emotions.

"Does it hurt?"

Xie Jinyuan looked at the scars left on Yang Huimin's face when he was fighting with the soldier for life, he took out a fairly clean white handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped it on Yang Huimin's face, wiping off the blood and dirt little by little. At this time, Xie Jinyuan was not a soldier, but a father who carefully cared for his daughter. But such a careful and gentle action still made Yang Huimin gasp in pain.

Even Yang Huimin didn't know how many punches the damned, seriously injured soldier had smashed in her face in that short but absolutely fierce life-and-death battle. In short, her face was blue and purple, and it was as high as a hair, and it was at least two circles larger than usual.

She looked like a circus clown, with an indescribable weirdness and amusement. Only her eyes that sparkled like stars in the dark night, and the proud smile raised high on the corner of her lips, made Xie Jinyuan find the true beauty that belonged to Yang Huimin in her.

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