Whose story doesn't wake up with tears?

Di Shiyong had been waiting anxiously, the kind of thoughts with a little longing and madness that had been haunting his own subconscious. To be a soldier is to prove himself on the battlefield, but the smoke that will eventually ignite has been missing, and he has always been a little inexplicably anxious in his heart.

Rumble! Rumble!

A little farther away from the sound of a pickup truck being blown up on the side of the wall, the militants suddenly woke up from their dreams and thought they had been attacked by government forces, and before they could come to their senses, they began to panic and look around to check the situation. Zhang San held the button of the explosives in his hand and pressed it decisively.

Rumble!

The walls and protective nets were completely shattered, and a large cavern collapsed into the building, mixed with smoke and humming, leading to the research building.

"Get in!!" Zhang San shouted.

Di Shiyong was the first to rush through the smoke-soaked passage and into the interior of the research institute, waiting for him to be a group of stunned black patients and several medical researchers in white coats.

After a few seconds, two white men with guns and wearing United Nations camouflage blue burst into the hospital room, pointing guns at Di Shiyong, Gray Cat and Zhang San.

"Who are you?" Some awkward English popped out of the mouths of white people.

"The thirty-seventh rescue group, I am the captain Zhang Tian." Probably because the dust covered their clothes and faces in the night, the white man with the gun looked at it for a moment.

"I'm Qiao Sen from Group 36, Zhang San, you're here, thank God." The white man looked somewhat familiar, and he had seen this French soldier named Jossen at the United Nations headquarters.

"Where's your captain?" Zhang San moved quickly in the direction of the main entrance of the research institute with his gun in his hand.

"Connor?" Jossen's tone sank, "I'm already dead." ”

"What? Is Connor dead? Zhang San may only have realized that he was on the real battlefield at this moment.

Death is a very ordinary thing on such occasions.

Gunshots had already sounded in the courtyard outside the research institute building, and Di Shiyong had not had time to think that he had entered the hall of the research institute with the direction of the gunshots. The entrance to the main entrance is blocked by bunkers made of various sofas, tables and chairs, bullet marks are everywhere on the walls, and the sporadic craters are filled with the smell of burnt paste. The bodies of several militants lay on the stairs of the entrance, and the fierce fighting here is enough to imagine the members of the 37th Rescue Group.

"There are three of us left, Captain Connor and Vice-Captain Leon have been killed, the other two have been captured, and the ammunition may not last until dawn tomorrow morning, you can count on it." Qiao Sen's exhausted face finally soothed, "This is Li Shukang, the deputy chief researcher here, our mission was initially related to him, but the specific ones may need to be reported after evacuation, and the first task is to leave here." ”

The intermittent gunshots gradually became clear, and Li Si supported the hummingbird with his back to the main entrance outside the hall of the research institute and stepped back step by step. Behind her, a woman in a research uniform carried a seriously wounded French team member into the hall.

"Provide fire support!" Zhang San's voice fell, Di Shiyong was the first to rush out of the corridor to provide crossfire support for Li Si and the hummingbird, and at the same time, the thirty-six team members on the roof of the second floor of the research institute also pulled the trigger.

For a while, the entire research institute was ablaze, several militants were hit by the sparkling flames and fell to the ground, the mottled walls of the research institute were covered with a new round of bullet marks, and the broken glass shattered into pieces, and the battle continued.

"Bugs, when they catch the ocean, wait for the bushes to converge." Zhang San's tone in the walkie-talkie was anxious, and Li Si and the hummingbird were both injured. Di Shiyong and Gray Cat sniped at the militants through the broken glass at the windows and doors in the night, and the remaining 36 team members were subjected to the indiscriminate bombardment of grenades and grenades on the second floor.

How long can this last?

This is not a movie, this is not a mythical story, and no matter how good a soldier is, he will not be able to go without pressure before facing several times his own firepower. The flying rubble, the shattered walls, and the roaring explosions all the time sharpened everyone's will to fight.

How long can this last?

"We have three medical researchers left, but there are seven of them." Li Shukang reported the truth to Zhang San.

"The pickup can't fit so many people."

"But you can't leave anyone behind."

Everyone fell into the fear of the unknown, and a sense of helplessness from being stuck in the quagmire began to spread. No one wants to be left behind, but the most instinctive desire to survive in human nature is so selfish that it grows from the darkest corners of the human heart.

"What should we do?" Having just been rescued, the frightened female researcher asked the most useless question.

But this unintentional question had the worst consequences, and the already shaky human heart was now like this institute that could collapse at any time. Who to leave behind was an impossible decision for Zhang San, but the problem was in front of him.

Round after round of attacks are hitting everyone's confidence, and the ammunition is dwindling every moment. Hope for life is as close as the dawn that rises in the Western Hemisphere, yet it is out of reach.

Di Shiyong held his gun and stared out the window by the slightest light of the bonfire, wondering if the ammunition of this group of militants really wouldn't run out. If there is no building as cover, or if everyone is exposed after dawn, they may be awaited with more intense firepower.

In the interval, Li Shukang sat in the corner closer to Di Shiyong, and he took out a photo in his wallet, which was the young Li Xiaoai.

"Your daughter?" Di Shiyong glanced sideways.

Li Shukang nodded, his eyes stayed on the photo for a long time and refused to take it off.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."

Retracting the photo, Li Shukang looked at the soldier in front of him and finally ignited hope in his heart, he thought that hope would only be precious in despair, without the despair of falling into the abyss, how could there be a longing for hope.

Dawn was approaching, and the militants outside the building shouted but did not come forward, knowing that time was in their favor. No one on the real battlefield was stupid, and the leader of the militants soon realized that the explosions and firepower just now were nothing more than a bluff, and after being ambushed and losing nearly ten people, the remaining nearly forty militants still had an absolute advantage over the sporadic firepower inside.