Chapter 3 His Sacrifice

"Jiang Yao, your motherfucker is crazy!" Wen Xuehui opened her mouth and scolded foul language in a hurry. She was not cruel, but she looked at the more and more slippery soil. Stay here with the warriors bent on saving them.

"Xuehui, he's Lu Xingzhi, he's Lu Xingzhi, he's my husband, he's my husband!" Jiang Yao's tears rolled down like beads that fell off a thread, "Lu Xingzhi! Lu Xingzhi! Can you hear me? I'm calling you? Please live~"

At this moment, Jiang Yao finally felt what it means to be afraid. She was afraid that Lu Xingzhi's life would end at this moment, and she was afraid that she would lose her husband who had been hiding for many years.

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Have you ever thought about it? How strong is a person's life?

You can live without your feet, you can live without your hands, you can live without half your stomach and liver.

Have you ever experienced how fragile a person's life is?

Overnight, in the blink of an eye, or even in the blink of an eye, a living person becomes a black and white portrait.

And just like that, he died.

This is the fragility of life, too weak to be attacked.

"Jiang Yao, my condolences, he has already left and will not come back." Wen Xuehui hugged Jiang Yao, who hadn't spoken for a few days, and felt distressed and didn't know what to comfort.

On that day, when she heard Jiang Yao crying and calling that the buried person was her husband, she was shocked, shocked, and even lost her mind, and Jiang Yao and another soldier went to dig the soil with their bare hands, if it hadn't been rushed in time The soldiers who came pulled them away, and the three of them would be buried in the upper soil that collapsed a few seconds later.

After the rain stopped, the troops cleaned up the landslide and found Jiang Yao's husband's body. That night, they took the lives of two soldiers from the army and the lives of two children and an old man in the village.

Wen Xuehui thought that in her whole life, she would never dare to recall that night, when the thunder and lightning accompanied the sorrowful cries of everyone in the car, she turned to look at Jiang Yao's pale face.

"Sister-in-law, this is the company commander's stuff." The little soldier handed over the things belonging to Lu Xingzhi with red eyes, "The box is filled with the company commander's medals and some certificates. This suit belongs to the company commander. Military uniform, sister-in-law, I'm sorry..."

Jiang Yao looked at the thing that belonged to Lu Xingzhi. Now, what is called a relic, raised his hand and opened the old wooden box on the top with a trembling fingertip, "When was he transferred to your unit? ?"

"It's been almost two years." The little warrior replied, "The company commander was transferred not long after my sister-in-law went to the village to become a volunteer doctor."

"He was already there when I went to your army to help your military doctor~ At that time, you all knew about my relationship with him, right?" Jiang Yao clutched the painful spot on her chest. I can't tell what it feels like, it's like a virus that is gradually eating away at her whole body perception, "No wonder you always called me sister-in-law when you saw me at that time."

At that time, she naively thought that the title of sister-in-law was just a collective name for a married woman by the soldiers.

It turned out that Lu Xingzhi was so close to her at that time, she was helping his troops, and he was avoiding her.

She knew that he must be afraid that she would find out that he was here, and she would avoid him again and leave this small mountain village.