What's on Jasmine's mind- My leader, my regiment follow-up

(One)

The gunshot alarmed the soldiers who were searching in the forest, and they followed the sound immediately, and after a while, three or five soldiers rushed over.Two soldiers squatted down immediately to inspect their company commander's injuries, while the other soldiers saw the blood gushing from Silong's chest, and immediately rushed to the Yankee like crazy and punched him back.

In the blink of an eye, the Yankee was beaten to the ground. At this time, two soldiers in a hurry tried in vain to help Silong bandage the wound, but the blood from the wound could not be stopped, and kept flowing.I looked at the position of the muzzle, which was less than an inch from the heart on the left chest.Due to the short distance, the bullet was very lethal, and the lung lobe seemed to have been penetrated, and the bullet was still stuck somewhere in the body.

At this time, although Silong was dying, his consciousness was still clear.He said softly to the soldiers beside him: "Stop, don't fight anymore. We have a policy for prisoners. Besides, the superiors want to live..."

After hearing this, the soldier shouted to his comrades: "Stop beating him, just tie him up. The company commander said, he's going to live. Hurry up and tie him up, let's see the company commander!" Now, his tears flowed out, drowning out what he didn't say later...

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(two)

The brothers felt very heavy. They watched this scene silently without speaking.They understood the grief and anger of the soldiers, but they couldn't help at the moment, which made the old cannon fodder very uncomfortable.

And my mood at the moment is really indescribable, sad?grief?Blame yourself?Still at a loss?The incident just now happened too quickly, and I still have to blame myself for being too careless.Bao'er's recklessness should be predictable. He is too young, too passionate, and his life is still too smooth; he has no psychological expectations for danger, sudden changes, and he will inevitably be careless when facing the enemy.I should know something about my son, why didn't I warn him in advance?

My mind was in a mess, and apart from self-blame, the rest of my heart was at a loss.I can't imagine, if something happened to my son, how would Jasmine and I explain it?

Now Bao'er is in a coma, and his instructor has rushed over and is directing the soldiers to cut bamboo and tie a stretcher, and at the same time wrap Bao'er into rice dumplings with the first aid kit on the left and the right.

After a while, a simple stretcher was ready.The instructor issued a signal to withdraw the team.The soldiers carried Silong and escorted the prisoners, and walked silently towards the camp.

I followed the small team and walked beside the stretcher.Si Long on the stretcher, although his face was pale, but his face was very peaceful, as if he was asleep.Looking at his lovely face, my heart twitched suddenly with pain.Usually, I have always seen his lively appearance, but now, this is the first time I have noticed such a peaceful face.I just feel that I owe my son too much.

Except for teaching him some articles when he was young, I did very little for him.After Silong went to middle school, I kept avoiding him. Although it was for his own good, I, as a father, still feel ashamed of my devotion and love for him.

The child Silong, like his mother, has always been so strong.From an early age, I learned to rely on my own efforts to achieve my ideals.Because, he knew a long time ago that he didn't have a strong background to rely on.He doesn't have a powerful father who can give him any help.Everything has to rely on himself, and he has come to today step by step on his own.

And as his father, I am both gratified and sad for him when I see him finally come to this day.I am not a competent father, I am really not a competent father.I thought over and over again in my heart.

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(three)

Milong and Bula went to see the prisoner at the back of the team.The American pilot wears the rank of major and looks in his early thirties. Judging from his appearance, he should be of Asian descent.But I don't care about him, he is just the object of Silong's mission this time.In order to complete this mission satisfactorily, Silong almost gave his life.

I just look at my Bao'er, he is still alive or dead.Whether he can survive depends less on his physique and more on his luck.I didn't dare to think too much, I just hoped that I could return to the station as soon as possible and perform the operation as soon as possible.

Suddenly, Milong came from the back of the line and stopped me, told me to stop, at the same time pointed to the prisoner, and whispered: "Why do I feel that, it seems to be Bao'er?"

"What Bao'er, isn't our Bao'er the one who was injured?" I asked puzzled.

"I'm not talking about your Bao'er. I'm talking about this, this is very similar to our Bao'er, Lei Bao'er!" Milong tugged at me again, and continued to point at the prisoner.

Only then did my thoughts come back from Silong, when the Yankee was passing by us.He's Asian, that's right. To be more precise, he looks like a Chinese. His eyebrows and eyes are a little bit like Lei Baoer's when he was a child.

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