The sound of footsteps walking over made the two people who seemed to be sitting and their minds were empty, and Xia Jinyuan, who was still with the back of his head against the wall, turned his head sideways, and saw that his comrades-in-arms had not brought their combat bags and rifles, but had changed into jungle combat uniforms and stepped on combat boots and appeared in front of him one after another.

"Here we are." His voice was hoarse, and he opened his mouth, twisted his head and continued to wait motionlessly.

Only ten minutes passed, but those ten minutes were so long that a second passed into an hour.

After a long wait, waiting silently, looking at the closed door of the rescue room, Xia Jinyuan gently closed his eyes again.

Waiting on the battlefield and waiting in the hospital are two completely different moods, waiting on the battlefield can be calm, composed, and the time comes.

And the waiting in the hospital, so long, and so feeling that life is so fragile, the smell of disinfectant everywhere is like the smell of death, everywhere, pervasive, you can't escape, you can't avoid it.

This kind of waiting is full of helplessness, so full of hope, and at the same time, it also makes people's hearts full of panic.

Xia Jinyuan thought that he was afraid that he would never like a place like the hospital in his life, and if he stayed for a long time, he would torture a normal person who was physically and mentally healthy into a neurotic.

The red light is still on, even if you stretch your neck, you can't see what the situation inside is, and his beloved, his "life" is still lying in it and has not come out, facing the gaze of his comrades, Xia Jinyuan chose to ignore it.

He doesn't want to say anything now, he only has his lover in his heart and mind.

Major Xia, who exuded a "don't approach the living" aura all over his body, let his comrades take a few more looks, and then moved his gaze to K7 who stood up.

"Go to the top of the rooftop." K7 tucked his helmet under his armpit and walked on his long legs in the direction of the fire staircase.

At this time, it was already dawn, K7 standing on the rooftop took a deep breath of the cold wind with the smell of snow in his mouth, and faced his comrades-in-arms who were all concerned about how to come back, his usually indifferent thin face became a little cold, and his eyes slid over the faces of his comrades who had not even wiped the oil paint one by one.

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was like throwing two grenades, one murder grenade and one chemical grenade, which first stunned everyone, and then stunned one by one, and their expressions were all synchronized.

"Bluebird has taken the old path of R2."

K7 told him so, and after a few words, everyone's eyes were suddenly sharp, and the corners of their mouths were collectively compressed, because of their changes, the north wind blowing over seemed to be injected with lead, heavy, and full of pressure.

The rooftop is very cold, the wind is very strong, this is a sun and no snow, only see the gloomy weather of the heaven and earth, standing on the rooftop of the Taoist figure standing like the wind and snow of the poplar, no matter how fierce the wind can not overwhelm their tall figure, straight back.

This is a group of soldiers who are fighting the front line and defending the country with their lives, a group of soldiers who are loyal to the country, they have shed too much blood, suffered too many injuries, and some even almost died in a foreign country.

The road they walked was too difficult, too hard, and they were all brave men walking on the tip of the knife, overcoming thorns and thorns, and coming with a long song and blood all the way.

So bitter, so difficult, I haven't seen them shed a single tear, and at this time, there is already water in the corner of someone's eye, and the iron-clad special forces secretly wiped their tears, clenched their teeth, and forced the surging emotions down fiercely and savagely.