In these days, Yang Huimin has not only secretly guessed what these heroes who are guarding in the warehouse of the four elements and have repelled his attacks again and again are like.

Yang Huimin is only a seventeen-year-old girl, she has heard a lot of myths and stories of ancient Greek heroes, and she always likes to use her conjecture that is still a little confused by dreams to cover the bodies of those heroes with a layer of dream feathers. Now she is really standing in the Sixing warehouse and standing in front of Xie Jinyuan.

Xie Jinyuan is indeed qualified to be a hero like Prince Charming, in him, Yang Huimin can find a trait that is almost perfect, but when she visited the entire Sixing warehouse under the leadership of Xie Jinyuan, Yang Huimin couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Yang Huimin believes that heroes are iron-blooded and radiant, as if gold can shine.

But what appeared in front of Yang Huimin was just a simple, young, and dirty face. After two days of non-stop fighting, they repelled the attacks of the soldiers again and again, and every soldier's face and eyes were full of tiredness. When following the head of the regiment Xie Jinyuan to visit the fourth floor, Yang Huimin was attracted by the wounded placed in the corner of the warehouse.

Whether they were heroes or not, they were wounded by bullets, and several seriously wounded were lying on blankets, moaning incessantly. Due to environmental restrictions, even the bullets and shrapnel injected into the body could not be removed through surgery, and they could only be dressed with a layer of anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving drugs.

Some of the less lightly wounded, on the other hand, sat around and leaned against a pile of ammunition boxes to help the soldiers of the machine gun company reload the magazines.

Looking at the empty bullet boxes around these soldiers, neatly lined up under their feet, and refilled with bullet magazines and bullet chains, knowing that this was likely to be a military secret, Yang Huimin still couldn't help but ask, "How long do you plan to keep it?" ”

A lieutenant, who was sticking a bullet into the chain of heavy machine gun bullets, replied without raising his head: "Hold on!" ”

It's just such a simple and powerful answer, which is doomed to the final outcome of this [***] team.

Yang Huimin was really stunned, looking at these wounded soldiers who loaded bullets into the magazine, looking at each of them, without exception, a grenade hanging from their waists, she suddenly understood why these soldiers in the four-line warehouse, in the case of continuous fierce battles, still cleaned this place in an orderly manner, and even the bullet casings were specially collected together.

They have already made this place their grave, and they have no intention of living to walk out of here at all!

Yang Huimin, a girl who is only seventeen years old, still likes to dream, and likes to use her own understanding to beautify heroes, and even dreams of a radiant hero, waving the sword in her hand, sweeping away thousands of miles of dust, and returning this world to a peaceful and prosperous world. It wasn't until this time that Yang Huimin's dream woke up, because she finally understood what a real hero was in this group of men who looked so ordinary!

Yang Huimin cried, she stood there quietly, staring blankly at these soldiers who were seriously injured, but who were continuing to fight the enemy in their own way, letting her silent tears continue to slide down her cheeks.

"I want to stay here and fight with you!"

Yang Huimin's eyes fell on Xie Jinyuan's face, she really wanted to stay, if she could accompany these heroes, face death with a smile with them, and embark on the road to Huangquan together, it should also be a happy and glorious enjoyment!

"I learned simple nursing, I could bandage the wounded and I could reload with them."

"No, you have to go back alive, you have more important work to do!"

In the face of Yang Huimin's request, Xie Jinyuan shook his head vigorously, and he put a letter that had been prepared a long time ago into Yang Huimin's hand, "This is a piece of military intelligence, and the phone line we are communicating with the outside world is likely to have been monitored by me, so I must find someone who can be trusted to send it out." Yang Huimin, tell me that I can trust you and put this information, which is more important than my surname and life, into your hands? ”

At this time, Yang Huimin can do more than nod, what can she do, and what can she say more?!

But looking at the most respectable men in China, watching them doing their jobs there with a look of concentration, and feeling their calmness in the face of death, Yang Huimin felt that she should really do something more for these most respectable and lovely people.

"So...... Would you like to tell me your names, the names of all of you? Please, tell me your names! In case you die, at least let the people of the whole country know your name! And ......"

Yang Huimin raised the information that Xie Jinyuan personally handed over to her, and she shouted: "If you have anything to stay, a letter to send to your relatives, and any unfulfilled wishes you want to stay, you can give them to me, even if I fight for this life, I will send a lot of them to your relatives." ”

Hearing Yang Huimin's words, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, and they all set their eyes on Xie Jinyuan's face. They are soldiers, and they are ready to take the Sixing Warehouse as their own grave and sacrifice their lives for the country, but which of them is not raised by their fathers and mothers, which one of them does not have their own concern and reluctance, and which one of them does not want to leave the last words to their relatives?

Xie Jinyuan was silent for a long time, he took advantage of the light of the flashlight to glance at the watch on his wrist, the hour hand of the watch had pointed to 4:30 in the morning. Xie Jinyuan turned his head to the herald behind him and ordered: "Inform everyone in the warehouse to write a letter to your family within thirty minutes, and if you are illiterate, let the platoon commander write it on your behalf!" ”

Yang Huimin raised his hand and shouted loudly: "I can write, if you have anything to say to your family, if you want to stay, you can tell me, and I will help you write!" ”

Looking at Yang Huimin, whose eyes still contained tears, but was as enthusiastic as fire, feeling her eagerness to do something for everyone here, Xie Jinyuan finally nodded.

"Whoa......

Everyone hugged together, and in an instant, Yang Huimin was surrounded by the soldiers. For a while, I don't know how many hands were raised high, and I don't know how many pairs of eager eyes were cast on Yang Huimin, a girl who was only seventeen years old.

When Yang Huimin laid out the paper on the "desk" piled up in several ammunition boxes, grabbed the pen by the light of flashlights and candles, and motioned to the soldier in the first line to say the last words he wanted to leave, the big boy who looked like he was only in his early twenties stood in front of Yang Huimin blankly, his lips kept squirming, but looking at Yang Huimin, looking at the paper spread on the ammunition box, I don't know how many words kept turning in his heart from the soldier's mouth, and he thought for a minute, In his suicide note, the big boy left only one sentence......

"Mother, I miss you!"

Suddenly, there was silence in the warehouse on the fourth floor, and I don't know when, the soldiers who were bleeding, sweating and not tearing in front of Yang Huimin were already in tears.

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