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Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don’t Mess Around!
Chapter 1683: Helpless HelplessnessChapter 1683 Helpless Helplessness
The footsteps that came up caused the two soldiers who were sitting as if their minds were blank, to move. The back of Xia Jinyuan’s head was pressed against the wall. He turned his head when he saw that his comrades appeared one after another. They were not carrying their combat bags and rifles; they were just in their jungle combat uniforms and combat boots.
“I don’t know.” He opened his mouth and spoke in a husky voice, then turned his head back and continued to wait motionless.
Only ten minutes had passed, but it felt more like an hour. After waiting for a long time, Xia Jinyuan gently closed his eyes again after taking another glance at the closed door of the rescue room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWaiting on the battlefield and waiting in the hospital were two completely different moods. Staying on the battlefield, he could be calm and composed because he was waiting for a chance to take action.
But waiting in the hospital felt very long, and it gave a feeling that life was so fragile. The smell of disinfectant everywhere was like the smell of death. It was everywhere and pervasive; no one could avoid it.
This kind of waiting felt like helpless helplessness, but also full of hope, and at the same time, it also made people anxious.
Xia Jinyuan thought to himself that he would never want to go to a hospital ever because just staying here for a long time would put a normal person in physical and mental health torture.
The red light was still on. He couldn’t see what was going on inside even if he stretched his neck. His beloved, his “life,” was still lying inside, not coming out. Facing the eyes of his comrades, Xia Jinyuan just chose to ignore them.
He didn’t want to say anything now. He only had his lover in his heart and mind.
The comrades all looked at Captain Xia, who still had the expression of “Don’t come near me,” a few more times, and then they shifted their gazes to K7, who stood up.
“Let’s go to the roof and talk.” K7 clamped his helmet under his arm and walked towards the fire stairs with his long legs.
It was dawn at this time. K7, standing on the rooftop, took a deep breath of the cold wind with the smell of snow. Facing his comrades who were concerned about Ye Jian, his thin face that was accustomed to the coldness became a bit colder. He looked at the faces of his comrades that were still painted with oil paint. Just as everyone thought he needed some more time to compose himself, K7 spoke.
As soon as he opened his mouth, his words were like two grenades: a killer grenade and a chemical grenade. First, everyone was stunned, and then everyone almost fainted.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Blue Bird took the same route as R2.”
This was what K7 told them. After a few words, everyone’s eyes suddenly became sharp, and the corners of their mouths tightened at the same time. Because of their changes, the north wind that came over felt even heavier.
The rooftop was very cold, and the wind was very strong. The weather was gloomy, with no sun and snow. The sky and the earth were also gloomy. The figures standing on the rooftop faced the wind and snow; no matter how strong the wind was, they continued to stand tall and straight.
This was a group of soldiers fighting on the front line and protecting the country with their lives. A group of soldiers loyal to their country. They had shed too much blood, suffered too many injuries, and some even almost died in foreign countries.
The road they walked was too difficult and too hard. All of them were brave men walking on the tip of a knife, surmounted by thorns; they had come all the way, walking on blood.
Their journey was very tough, but they never shed a single tear. However, at this time, there was a bit of water in the corner of their eyes. These iron-bones special soldiers wiped their tears secretly. They gritted their teeth and suppressed their emotion that was surging up abruptly, fiercely, and brutally.