"Am I dead?"
Jiang Minghao looked at the white eyes, as if he was in another world. Everything around him was as quiet as hell. There was no feeling in his body, whether it was warm or cold or pain, as if nothing belonged to anything except consciousness. Own, maybe this is the soul, right
"Little tiger, little tiger!" Looking at the white in front of him, Jiang Minghao thought of the little tiger with snow all over his body for the first time. But then, his nervous heart slowly calmed down again. When he died, that little tiger was not by his side, did it mean that he was still alive? Jiang Minghao gradually felt some comfort in his heart.
Suddenly, a strange sound came from his ear, as if it was a call from hell:
"Boom...Boom...Boom..."
With a "creak", a familiar face appeared in front of Jiang Minghao. It turned out to be Wu Tian, the lawless guy who was afraid of no one except him. Jiang Minghao blinked his eyes desperately. He was not dead. Yet? Do the dead also dream
But Wu Tian in front of him suddenly yelled: "Little soldier, Lao Li, come on, Brother Hao is awake, Brother Hao is awake."
It wasn't until Jiang Minghao heard this familiar voice that he dared to be sure that he was really alive, but his body didn't feel anything, as if completely paralyzed. He tried to speak with a hoarse voice, but found that his throat looked like something like this. After being cut by a knife, it hurt even after swallowing. Wu Tian seemed to see Jiang Minghao's intentions and said softly:
"Brother Hao, don't talk, you are badly injured, and the internal organs are also accompanied by mild frostbite, and the vocal cords are completely damaged. It takes a long time to recover before..."
In fact, Wu Tian lied to Jiang Minghao, because Jiang Minghao’s entire spine has been completely broken and he has no sensation from the neck down. It can be said that Jiang Minghao is paralyzed, especially the knife on his chest, which was completely wiped. As long as the heart goes by, Jiang Minghao is really dead as long as it is slightly deviated. But for a soldier, for the proud Jiang Minghao, the current situation already means that he has lost the meaning of survival, so Wu Tian Dare to tell him.
"Tiger······Xiao······"
Jiang Minghao suddenly endured the tearing pain of his vocal cords, and two words popped out of his throat abruptly. The voice was very soft, like an embroidery needle falling on the ground, but Jiang Minghao exerted all his strength. The pain made his forehead cold and sweaty.
At this moment, Wei Debing and Li Yuhui also walked into the room. Wu Tian had already turned his back, tears in his eyes, and forcibly resisted not letting the tears roll out of his eyes. As the company commander, Li Yuhui gently patted Jiang Minghao’s. Hand road:
"Don't worry, they are still alive."
Seeing Jiang Minghao wrapped in bandages, like a mummy dug out of an ancient tomb, Li Yuhui's left hand was pinching the joints on his back, and he wished he didn't cut off the monster's flesh to feed the dog.
On the same day that Wei Debing, Li Yuhui and Wu Tian arrived in Goose Country, Li Yuhui contacted the joint personnel arranged by the brothers of the Special Service Company in Goose Country. The three of them were going to take a helicopter directly to the source of the signal launch, just before the plane took off. Using the previously designed virtual IP address, Wei Debing directly hacked into the Goose State military satellite system, called Goose State military satellites, and surveyed the source of the signal transmission in the Altai Mountains. When the satellite screen showed that Jiang Minghao was the white tiger, he did not hesitate to welcome him. When the knife went up, Wu Tian directly put a gun against the head of the helicopter pilot, grabbed the plane and flew directly to Jiang Minghao's location.
Their flight was not even authorized by the Goose State. Along the way, Wu Tian didn’t care about the intercepting air police behind him, and only flew towards the Altai Mountains at full power, if it weren’t for the Weide soldiers on the plane to directly use the advance intrusion. The Trojan horse program in the computer system of the Goose State falsified flight schedules and records. They were forced to stop or even annihilated by the Goose State air patrol aircraft a long time ago.
When their plane reached the sky above Jiang Minghao, Li Yuhui recognized from a distance Jiang Minghao, who was covered in blood and blood and bullet holes, was trampled on the soles of his feet by Staff Hu. The monster, like a walking corpse, mechanically lifted and stomped, stepping on Jiang Minghao again and again. Every step of his foot was accompanied by the twitching and trembling of Jiang Minghao's body.
"boom······"
Li Yuhui did not hesitate to fire a shot at Staff Hu's head. The bullet penetrated directly from the back of his head to the center of his eyebrows. Staff Hu's head was instantly penetrated by a steel bar, and all his movements were also pierced through his head. There was an instant pause, but the right foot he had just stepped on still slammed on Jiang Minghao's chest.
Wu Tian, who was driving a helicopter, looked at Jiang Minghao's unmanly figure, and couldn't help crying:
"Brother Hao, I'm sorry, I'm late, if you hold on, I will go down."
When the helicopter was less than three meters from the ground, Wu Tian didn't care about the helicopter that was still flying in the air. He jumped directly from the cockpit, and Li Yuhui, who was shocked to the side, grabbed the joystick and cursed:
"Hey, brat, we want to live if you want to die! Damn, we shouldn't let you fly the plane."
Just as Li Yuhui had just finished cursing and stabilized the helicopter, Wu Tian had already rushed behind the demon who had stepped on Jiang Minghao. He suddenly drew the scimitar from his waist and just heard:
"puff······"
Wu Tian directly cut off Staff Hu’s head, but his body still stood there like a zombie, like a sculpture. Wu Tian didn’t care whether he was dead or alive. He just lifted his foot and kicked Staff Hu. His body kicked out five or six meters away fiercely.
"My grass, your mother, dare to move my brother, I chop you to death."
Seeing Jiang Minghao motionless, Wu Tian picked up the scimitar in his hand and chopped the cut half of his head into two directly. He even wanted to rush over to whip the corpse, but was pulled by the Weide soldiers who came to persuade him. :
"He is dead. Let's take a look at Brother Hao's injury." Wu Tian gave up, but when they found that Jiang Minghao had no breathing, even his pulse was minimal, Wei Debing, who had always been honest and honest, suddenly shouted:
"My grass·your mother·of········"
He drew the pistol from his waist and shot at the headless body of Staff Hu: "Bang Bang Bang..."
Until he could no longer shoot the bullet when he pulled the trigger with his finger, Wei Debing slammed the empty pistol over again. Wu Tian, who was watching from the side, was stunned, with a look of surprise: I am grass, just persuaded me to come, now I am so angry, is this still the honest little soldier who is bullied? So immediately shouted:
"Well, little soldier, come and help, and lift Brother Hao onto the plane."
When the two brothers lifted Jiang Minghao under the helicopter and were about to drag him up with the gondola, they were already unconscious, and Jiang Minghao, who even disappeared completely from his breath, suddenly let out a hoarse whisper from his mouth:
"Little Tiger..."
Wu Tian and Wei Debing looked at each other and turned back without hesitation. After a while, he came back with a man on his back. It was the frostbite unconscious and unconscious, and there was a small breasted tiger that was not lightly injured.
It has been a whole week since Jiang Minghao was rescued and treated, with 48 operations and thirty-two emergency rescues. They finally snatched their eldest brother from Hades, but Jiang Minghao was about to face the fate of paralysis for life. Half of my life has to be spent in bed.
The Wei Debing on the side finally couldn't help crying. He sobbed:
"Brother Hao, don't worry, we have asked someone to heal the broken ribs of Xiaobaihu. As for the soldier, it will be fine after a few days of recuperation, but you..."
"Snapped······"
Before Wei Debing finished speaking, Wu Tian suddenly slapped him on the back of his head from behind and cursed:
"What are you talking about? I'll tear up your mouth again."
Jiang Minghao is not stupid. Hearing what Wei Debing and Wu Tian said, and adding his own feelings, he already understood what Wei Debing meant. His body was completely finished. He closed his eyes fiercely, and two lines of tears followed. The corners of his eyes rolled down, soaking the gauze covering his head.
Seeing Jiang Minghao's frustration, Wei Debing suddenly cried out hoarse: "Brother Hao, I'm sorry, sorry."
Wu Tian and Li Yuhui on the side did not speak any more, nor did they stop Wei Debing, because what he was saying now was exactly what they wanted to say but did not have the courage to say it. They were blaming themselves for being too late and for not having the courage to say. Entering Beijing with Jiang Minghao, and now, all regrets and self-blame cannot be exchanged for a healthy Jiang Minghao.
At this moment, Jiang Minghao suddenly shook his head slightly, as if to beckon them to stop talking, but the tearful eyes never opened, as if resisting this unchangeable fact.
"Okay, let's go out and let Jiang Minghao take a good rest." Li Yuhui noticed Jiang Minghao's behavior and interrupted, abruptly pulling out the crying Weide soldiers.
This time, Wu Tian didn’t laugh at Wei Debing’s weakness, crying like a maiden, because he knew too well how Wei Debing spent the past four years in the academy. If there was no shelter from Jiang Minghao, the devil king, perhaps Wei Debing would not be here. Computer achievements, Jiang Minghao's encouragement, protection, and even financial support have given this honest and honest rural child, with perseverance and talent, a place in Nancheng Artillery Academy.
Wu Tian outside the door lit a cigarette with a distressed look. Before he could take a puff, Wei Debing snatched it from his mouth and stuffed it into his own mouth, taking a violent sip:
"Brother God, we have to avenge Brother Hao. I'm going to kill that bullshit and speculative trafficker."
Wei Debing seemed to have completely lost his reason, but Wu Tian was very calm. He knew it was not that simple. Judging from the guy they killed last, he should be a professional soldier. Zhao Ritian could send such a professional soldier who is not afraid of death to chase Jiang Minghao. This guy is more than just a businessman. Wu Tian lit a cigarette again and took a sip, and said firmly:
"Going back to China, let's go back to China first."
"Old Wu, are you also aware that something is wrong?" Li Yuhui seemed to understand Wu Tian's intentions, and suddenly asked back. The two gave a meaningful look at each other, then stopped talking, and silently smoked. But he wasn't dazzled by anger like Wei Debing.