Looking at Wang Kai, who was crying in front of him, Zhao Gang reached out and reached over his shoulder and hugged him in his arms.

Gently patted him on the back with his right hand, but he didn't bother to care, or deliberately forced him not to cry.

When a person is in an extreme situation, bad emotions must be vented, if the emotions have been suppressed, in the end, the end is either to explode in the depression, or to die in the depression.

Zhao Gang himself went through the same thing when he was young, but at that time he lacked a shoulder that could make him cry.

If it weren't for the fact that he met the right person and the right thing happened, he would have always felt that there were only three places where he would belong.

It's either a mental hospital, or a police station, and the last one is heaven, it's hard to say, maybe hell.

"Don't worry, when the things here are done, the first thing we will do is to go to your house to find your mother." Zhao Gang mustered up all the courage and said this to Wang Kai in the firmest tone.

"Really?" Wang Kai slowly stopped crying, raised his pear blossom and rainy face, and looked at Zhao Gang with hope.

"Pull the hook, hang yourself, you can't change who is a puppy for 100 years." Zhao Gang stretched out his little finger and pointed at Wang Kai.

Wang Kai laughed happily and stretched out his little thumb, when the two little thumbs hooked together, it was called an oath.

And children's oaths seem to have never been more sincere than adults' vows.

Russell leaned against the window, strange to say, as if she saw the dazzling light of the two children through the crystal clear glass.

......

A certain sea area in our country.

A light green helicopter, flying lonely in the endless sky.

Through the sea under the sun, the blue is poured upwards into the sky, and the blue and the white of the sky are mixed together, becoming the only dominant color in the whole world.

Strange as it may seem, it's quiet, and there are no soaring seagulls squealing in the sky, interspersed with the light blue sea catching food.

There is no customary roaring fishing boat, and the friendly shouts of fishermen, and the excitement of casting nets to catch fish.

There is nothing here, just loneliness and desolation.

An old man in his 60s sitting in a helicopter kept laughing heavily as he looked at the scenery outside.

It's not a laugh, at least not a laugh, it's not happy, it's a laugh mixed with sadness and helplessness and resentment.

"I've been in the army for almost 40 years, I've been tested, I've been on the battlefield, I've been criticized, I've won honors, but I've never given up on my teammates," he said, raising his fist and pounding hard against the plane wall next to his seat.

He seemed to have exhausted the last trace of strength in his body, his whole back was tightly pressed against his chair, and his strong body finally did not stand the test and slackened.

The body that bears the heavy burden seems to have borne the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, and it completely collapsed.

"General, this matter cannot be relied on by you, everyone is voluntary, and each of us knows that this battle is more difficult than when the country was invaded before." A soldier in a green military uniform persuaded the old man in his 60s with a powerful voice.

"That's right, General, the people need you, the Motherland needs you. If you choose to give up at this time, then you are not only sorry for you, but also sorry for sacrificing those brothers for you, and even more sorry for the people of this country. ”

Listening to this burst of persuasion, this old man's heart was a little warmer, and at the same time a little helpless.

Who doesn't know? I know that, too.

But I gave up on my teammates, forget it, I just want to sigh.

Maybe that's how hard it is to be a leader! Everyone below you can give up, you can be afraid, but you can't.

The old man carefully straightened his body, brushed his hair, and slowly stood up in the small space of the plane.

He patted his clothes up and down with both hands, sorted out his grooming from beginning to end, and watched his makeup get clean again, he was satisfied.

He raised his left foot, stomped it on the ground, raised his left hand, and saluted.

"Thank you."

It's back, the man who can kill an eagle with just his eyes, and he's back.

Looking at the man in front of him who had regained his majestic posture, several soldiers next to him raised their hands and saluted,

"General."

"I'm not angry about this, I'm just thinking that the warriors of our country are still fighting on the territory and protecting our country, why should I run to this place where birds don't and hide?" His thin eyes emitted a knife-like gaze, staring at the few soldiers opposite.

"General, General. The current situation in the country is very unfavorable, and this time the disaster is more violent than we imagined, and if it is not well controlled, it will be a disaster for all mankind. ”

"General, our first task now is to ensure the absolute safety of the brain of this country, only in this way can we have the right instructions to be transmitted, so that it is for the people."

"General ,......" looked at the several soldiers in front of him, persuading himself in an orderly manner.

The man had some numbers in his heart, his eyes were condensed with light, and then he thought about something carefully, his left hand was behind his back, and the three fingers of his thumb, index finger, and middle finger were gathered together and kept rubbing.

"How is the country doing now?"

"It's not particularly good, it's just a rough statistic now, and it's estimated that it should be three to four times more than the number you said in your statement yesterday." An apparently civilian soldier spread out a folder in his hand, carefully elaborating.

What about the rest? I'm talking about the generals. The general asked solemnly, straightening his shoulders.

"The situation is not very good, and if we know so far, a total of 14 generals have already sacrificed their lives for the country."

"Yes."

The general looked out at the sea.

Good way, brothers.

"What about other countries?" He turned his head and stared at the clerk carefully.

"We contacted a lot of countries yesterday, and what we know now is that this is definitely a global outbreak.

The basic number of infected people has now exceeded 600 million. ”

The general turned his head, looked at the aircraft carrier he was about to arrive, and couldn't help but secretly say in his heart: The country is in trouble, the world is in trouble.