3117 Silent Tears

Life and death were up to fate. It was not up to anyone…

The doctors shook their heads, indicating that there was nothing they could do. The injury was too serious, and almost all the blood in his body had flowed out… It was already a miracle that he could last until now.

Xia Jinyuan didn't let the doctors rescue J5 anymore. He hugged his comrade tightly. Beside him was a group of strong men and a group of special forces soldiers who were bleeding but not crying. At this moment, they were still forcing their tears back into their eyes. Their eyes were red, and the veins on their foreheads were hideous like trapped beasts.

J5, who was lying in Xia Jinyuan's arms, no longer had the strength to open his eyes. He could only move his pale lips very slowly. "Brothers, sing a song for me. Don't treat me like I'm dead. Just take it as though I've been discharged from the army…"

The noise in the helicopter was so loud that their eardrums were buzzing. Xia Jinyuan hugged his comrade tightly and nodded. "Okay, we'll sing!"

'I'll send my comrades on their journey.

'Silently, I cry.

'The bell rings in my ears.

'The road is long and foggy.

'Revolutionary careers often break apart.

'It's the same difference, two different feelings.

'Comrades, comrades.

'Dear brothers,

'Beware of the cold north wind in the middle of the night.

'Take care.'

…

'Comrades, comrades.

'Dear brothers,

'When the spring breeze spreads good news,

'We will meet again.'

On December 24th, 2000, at 10:36 pm, J5 finally fell into the arms of his comrades. He would not be able to meet his comrades again.

"… I washed his face and saw that his smiling face was pale as if he had fallen asleep. Little Fox, do you think… J5 just fell asleep?"

The man's sorrowful voice came from the other end. Every word was filled with sorrow.

Everyone hoped that their comrade, J5, was just asleep. Tomorrow, he would open his eyes and shout as usual, "Run! As long as you're not dead, run!"

They really hoped that the sun would rise tomorrow and they would see their comrade standing under the sun. He would be dressed in military attire and say suavely, "Hurry up and find a wife. The entire camp can smell your hormones!"

How they wished they could hear his voice again and see his smile.

Such hope had become… extravagant.

Ye Jian bit her lower lip until the flesh tore. Her mouth was filled with blood, and her face was covered in tears.

How could this happen?

Why was J5 sacrificed?

Ye Jian, who was far away in school, couldn't accept this sudden piece of sad news.

Why was J5 sacrificed?

At the end of August, he even came to the airport to welcome his comrades who had returned to the country. His voice and laughter still echoed in her ears. He even agreed to bring her to the Xueyu unit for basic training during the winter vacation this year.

They even agreed to try the delicacies of his hometown and the barbecue he was best at.

He even agreed to let her teach him how to shoot so quickly.

There were still so many agreements that had not been fulfilled. How could he have died?

"Captain Xia, can I send him off? I want to send him off. I want to see him one last time." Ye Jian didn't cry out loud. When she spoke, her voice was sorrowful. The sorrow that couldn't be dispelled wrapped her every word like ink. "I want to see him again… Can I see him again?"

"Little Fox, you can send J5 off for us. He'll be back in the country later… You can send him off!" Xia Jinyuan replied. His reply made Ye Jian's vision turn black.