was working with Han Shuangshuang, Lin Lingzhong, Zhao Xuanshi, Li Binyuan, and Zhen Zhizhi as host partners, and Zhang Jiao, who was chatting without a word, was suddenly blocked by someone, and said in astonishment: "May I ask you something?"

The sergeant thoughtlessly handed forward the unpretentious steel sheath short knife in his hand, and said with a solemn expression: "Host Zhang, Second Lieutenant Yuhua entrusted me to give you this knife." ”

"Hey, who?" Zhang Jiao said even more wonderfully when he heard this.

"Second Lieutenant Han Yuhua," the sergeant explained with a grim face, "it's the 'Miss Officer' you killed the enemy for last night."

She said that last night because you became a trick, you slept comfortably, and today you only achieved the results of the battle.

As a token of appreciation, I give you this dagger.

I hope that when you get tired of the life of a host in the future, return, return..."

As he spoke, he suddenly broke down, tears welled up in his eyes, and he choked up and couldn't continue.

Zhang Jiao was stunned for a moment, his originally smiling expression gradually tightened, and he said with mixed feelings: "That officer lady won't, won't she have already sacrificed?"

As he spoke, a tall, burly man stepped out of the shadows of the nearby cabin, approached the weeping sergeant, and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

He pulled the short knife out of his hand, stuffed it into Zhang Jiao's hand, and said with a solemn face: "Host Zhang, Second Lieutenant Han Yuhua has indeed been sacrificed.

She walked strong.

In the case of more than 70% damage to the mecha, a broken spine, and a large amount of internal bleeding, he still insisted on fighting until the last moment.

This knife is the 'Blade of Glory' that is uniformly distributed to our mecha soldiers before they set foot on the battlefield, and is used to achieve the last honor of the soldiers when the mecha is completely lost and cannot be evacuated by the encirclement.

Second Lieutenant Han Yuhua didn't use it, and it should have been handed over to her family according to the usual practice to express her grief.

But she is an orphan, and she has been left at the door of the orphanage since she was a child, and she doesn't even know what her birthday is.

I only know that I am 22 years old.

You're the last person to care about her, so she gave you this knife in hopes of giving you some encouragement. ”

"Yes. Zhang Jiao smiled and took the short knife, and whispered to himself: "What an interesting little girl." ”

Everyone else around was moved by Han Yuhua's heroic and heroic story, thinking of the little girl who was still alive in front of him yesterday, and died in a blink of an eye, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable sourness and compassion in his heart.

Even Hong Tianbao and Cao Zheng came over, shaking their heads and sighing.

Only Zhang Jiao's face was as usual, holding the short knife and continuing to walk towards the cabin.

As he walked, he muttered and repeated, "What a funny little girl..."

At this time, the tall, burly man suddenly asked behind him: "Host Zhang, the soldiers who died in battle today will be cremated at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning."

Can you come and give Second Lieutenant Han Yuhua a ride?"

"I'm sorry, I have a habit of exercising in the morning, I'm afraid I won't be able to send her tomorrow. Hearing this, Zhang Jiao slowly stopped, turned around and replied with a smile.

Hearing such an impersonal answer, most of the people present showed a look of surprise on their faces.

Han Shuangshuang, who was most familiar with Zhang Jiao, couldn't help but complain: "Zhang Jiao, it's not like this to be cool, please live like a person." ”

"What do you know as an ordinary person," Zhang Jiao was silent for a while, then pouted with a smile: "How can a handsome and high-level transcendent person like me, who is young and vigorous and full of enthusiasm, go to send his friends back to the West with a large group of ordinary people in a daze early in the morning."

If you want to send it today, while the officer's young lady's spirit is not gone, a new and fresh farewell. ”

As he spoke, the short knife in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, turned around and stood up facing the Black Continent, and rushed straight towards the vast jungle.

He said in a loud voice: "The Big Dipper is high, Jun Shu leads the knife at night, and he still thinks about the mane horse, and he doesn't dare to peep at the enchanting." ”

The figure disappeared into the deep night, leaving only a large crowd of stunned spectators on deck.

Half an hour later, Zhang Jiaofei returned, his arm was broken, his bones were broken, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he didn't know if he was blind or what.

He walked to the tall and burly man who was still waiting in place, and with his intact arm he took off the burden of his jacket with great difficulty, and threw it on the ground.

The clothes spread out, revealing a round pile of egg-sized balls of stone.

Zhang Jiao said in a human voice: "This is the eyeball of the right eye of the 22 stone monsters. ”

He pulled out a short knife from his waist that still had only an inch of broken blade left, "all dug out from this knife."

Give it back to the officer's lady for burial.

Tell her that you don't need to cheer me up now, because I will definitely be able to cross the legend in the future and live a long, long time.

If she is still as brave and heroic as she is in this life, she will personally come to me with a weapon to fight side by side. ”

The tall, burly man was obviously a head taller than Zhang Jiao, and he also looked magnificent, but at this time, he felt that he couldn't even straighten his waist, bowed deeply, and after holding the short knife in both hands, he replied with a salute: "Yes." ”

Bent down to pick up the stone monster eyeballs that Zhang Jiao wrapped in his shirt, and retreated respectfully.

When he walked away, Hong Tianbao, who was still waiting on the deck, swallowed and spat, and stammered: "That Zhang, Zhang boy, are you okay?"

Before Zhang Jiao returned to the mothership, he had gobbled up a bunch of first-class nutrients stored in the stomach of the Broken Star Officer.

At this time, feeling the scorching warm current emanating from the stomach and circulating everywhere in the body, he said with a smile: "I don't have anything to do with Uncle Tianbao, it's just a little injured, just sleep well." ”

Although his tone was relaxed, the smiling face with the flesh open, the blood flowing, and the face with a scab was as terrifying as a character in a horror movie.

Hong Tianbao said dryly: "But, but you don't look like a small injury."

Let's go to the infirmary on the warship, it's not good if there are no accidents. ”

"No need Uncle Tianbao," Zhang Jiao waved his hand and said, "When I was in Shennongjia before, I suffered a lot more serious injuries than this, but I didn't survive it, it's nothing." ”

Turning around, he walked back to the cabin, climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Seeing this, Hong Tianbao had no choice but to go to bed and lie down, but he couldn't sleep at all, and he kept paying attention to the sound of Zhang Jiao's breathing, until Tianmeng Meng Liang couldn't hold on, and stared for a while.

When he woke up, he found that Zhang Jiao was no longer in the cabin, so he hurriedly got up to look for it, but as soon as he got out of the hatch, he saw Zhang Jiao cleanly washed, wearing a brand new bright green field jacket, running around the mothership's living area casually.

His body was unscathed.