They won't be separated, as long as they can fight, they will always be together, crossing life and death together, and growing old together.
This kind of love is stronger than the love that is full of red dust, and the love is stronger than gold and unbreakable.
The two leaned on tightly, survived the desperate fight and then depended on tightly. The wind didn't want to disturb the two of them, so they sat quietly and whispered.
"I'm okay, I'm used to it." Lips left her forehead, and the big hands on her shoulders clenched tightly. Xia Jinyuan whispered: "Gauze is in the car. Treat the wound after getting in the car."
In the wind, his voice was very steady, calm enough to make her feel at ease. Ye Jian, whose breathing was gradually slowing down, no longer rested on his shoulders, but calmly said word by word: "The Southern Province goal is solved, you can do it with G3. Return to the battlefield to find K7!"
The mobile phone that kept in contact with the military department was always on him, and a group of text messages were sent back to the military department as the small envelope was sent.
"Take care of the scene before leaving." Xia Jinyuan stood up, asked Ye Jian to take his outstretched hand, and stood up together. The coldness in his eyes had not yet dispersed, and his gaze swept across the scene like a blade, and said indifferently: "Bury them."
The two-hour burial project made Ye Jian’s shoulder sore that he couldn’t lift it up. She had been kicked and injured her shoulder in the hospital. After fighting and burying her, her shoulder suddenly lost strength and the pain came up like a needle stick. .
"Sit for a while, I will clean up the scene again." Xia Jinyuan helped her sit on an adobe. She didn't say, he could see, "You don't need to hold on in front of me, little fox, you don't need to in front of your comrades. Strong support, especially when you need to rest and replenish your physical strength after the battle, you must replenish it in time."
"We did not only fight once, but countless times."
Ye Jian, who was gritting her teeth, didn't support it any more, and sat down to relax her shoulders as much as possible, "Shoulder soreness, and the strength to walk on both legs, give me ten minutes to rest."
"Okay, I also need ten minutes to clean up." Packing lightly, without even drinking her saliva, Xia Jinyuan patted her shoulder lightly, a soft color in her cold eyes, "You are great, Ye Jian, It's really great!"
Ye Jian looked up and smiled at him, with a very light smile, as clear and clear as the wind in the mountains, "We still need to work harder and can't become a burden to our comrades in arms."
"How can it be like this? Are you thinking now that you have become a burden to me?" The soft color became tight, Xia Jinyuan frowned slightly, and solemnly said: "We don't have an iron body, and there will always be times when we are tired. Tired does not mean that you are a burden to be a comrade-in-arms. Sometimes tired because you are tired to protect your comrades. Such tiredness will never become a burden to your comrades-in-arms."
"It is precisely because you are tired to protect your comrades and win the victory for your comrades. This is not tired, but glorious."
He didn't want her to put too much psychological pressure on himself, and there was pressure, so he must remember to face it correctly.
Burden is not what she understands. The correct understanding of burden is usually inaction, delaying fighters on the battlefield and causing failure to control the battlefield. Such talents are burdens.
"Think hard, but remember, don't give me crazy thoughts!" Xia Jinyuan rubbed her hair hard, her voice was gentle and serious, "Thinking about what is a burden!"
After he finished speaking, Ye Jian couldn't help laughing as he looked at the tall figure he turned and left.