Chapter 41: Going Home

They heard a terrifying howl so frenzied, painful, and hysterical, almost human in voice. They saw a man clutching an automatic rifle, sprinting with his short legs, dashing wildly within sight and within the range of weapons on both sides.
He really runs fast!
He really ran wildly!
He really ran wild!
He went mad, flailed, went wild, cried, made him howl. The burning tears along the way were like water arrows, carrying his body heat, his astonishing speed, his sorrow, his pain, piercing into this hard and desolate land. Behind him, a soldier of China's Fifth Special Forces, his body pierced by a dozen heavy machine gun bullets and embedded in his chest, looked like a vengeful ghost just emerging from a pool of blood from hell. He laughed maniacally, his heavy machine gun spraying flames wildly. Amid the flying shell casings, Chechen guerrillas were swept down one by one with his precise shots that seemed to go down in the annals of war. At the same time, Zhu Jianjun's blood, his vitality, his love, his hatred trembled with his body. From the dozen or so bullet holes in his body, it continuously gushed outward.
"Bai Yi, run! Don't let the last woman call you a bastard!" Don't let any of our brothers ever receive true warmth, and don't let all of us end up dying on the battlefield! ”
At this moment, in a moment that can be etched into eternal history, where one can sing, where one can weep, in the moment when the soul of China's military, the fighting spirit, the indomitable spirit, and the shamelessness of China are all bloomed in one go, without reservation, Zhu Jianjun let out one painful and hopeful roar after another in his heart: "Song of the War Hero, live for me!" You must carry with you the feelings, love, respect, and care I have for Yajie'er, and keep living! As long as you can survive, everything I've done is worth it, as long as you can bring me ...... No, it's your ...... Yajie'er is happy. Even if I die, I can still smile! ”
Zhanxiage shouted loudly: "Instructor!" ”
Orannia screamed wildly, "Madmen, lunatics! All of you Chinese soldiers are lunatics!" Why the hell would I go crazy with you lunatics like me? Why are my eyes so sore? Damn, am I going to cry? Will I, the South African Flying Tiger, shed tears? Hahaha...... Of course, I won't cry; my tears are intoxicated by gunpowder...... Damn ...... Why does my heart feel so painful?! ”
Zhao Haiping pulled the trigger again and again, and the Chechen guerrillas fell one by one under his gun. A frenzied voice echoed in Zhao Haiping's mind, shouting nonstop: "Fifth Special Unit!" The Fifth Special Forces! The Fifth Special Forces! Fifth Special Forces ......"
This is what a true soldier is, this is a real man, this is what a real man is! To join such a unit, to fight side by side with such soldiers, such men, and men—even if it was just for one day, Zhao Haiping would die without regrets!
Bai Yi gave up all military evasion moves; he just ran desperately, shouted desperately, and with every shout of love and eyes he gave his all, his sprint speed surged unbelievably again and again at his limit. When the gunfire behind him finally stopped, Bai Yi knew that his brother, his captain, the comrade he had shared the same pot with, had fallen forever on this land.
Behind Bai Yi, a Chinese soldier holding a heavy machine gun, eyes wide open in anger, eyes filled with hope, pain, and joy, still sat proudly half-there. The heavy machine gun in his hand, now out of bullets, still radiated a cold, strong aura under the midday sun!
Perhaps it was the brutal killing intent of Zhu Jianjun's desperate and desperate battle, or perhaps Bai Yi had unleashed all his life potential, reaching a level even his "death scythe" couldn't reach. He ran too fast, or perhaps a stroke of luck finally bent his noble waist and extended a hand of friendship to this veteran of the Fifth Special Forces. Bai Yi actually crossed this 800-meter-long death zone unscathed, throwing thousands of bullets aimed at him and leaving him behind!
With tears still stained and the smell of gunpowder on his face, Bai Yi found Zhanxia Ge. He looked at this young soldier, who was already the acting squad leader of the Fifth Special Forces and had fangs. In this young soldier's body and eyes, he saw a terrifying killing intent he had never had in his life—so intense, so brutal, and so fierce as to strike at Dou Niu.
The eyes of this young soldier are ...... Red!
"Zhu Jianjun has something he wants me to pass on to you."
Zhanxiage immediately showed a serious listening.
Bai Yi truly didn't understand the meaning of those words, but he faithfully relayed Zhu Jianjun's words. He even inadvertently imitated Zhu Jianjun's expression and demeanor at that moment: "Yajie'er is here...... Waiting for you to come back! ”
Tears welled up in Zhanxiage's eyes, but he ultimately didn't let them flow; he had more important things to do.
"Can you still fight?"
"Yes!"
"Alright!" Zhanxiage gazed at the Chechen guerrillas at the foot of the hillside, now down to just over 120 people, charging toward them, and said coldly, "We and them are in a fight to the death. Either we all die, or not a single one of them will be left lying in this jungle beneath our feet!" ”
When more than 120 Chechen guerrillas followed the footprints left by Zhan Xia Ge and entered the jungle they had prepared for over a week, the most brutal pursuit and sniper battle began.
Gunfire rang out everywhere in the jungle, the roar of landmines exploding, the screams of wounded soldiers, and panicked screams and screams everywhere. These sounds lasted for three whole hours before finally calming down.
During the six-thousand-meter-long chase, the area was marked by landmine explosions, bloodied Chechen guerrilla corpses could be seen everywhere, and wounded soldiers lying on the ground groaning after losing their combat effectiveness.
The battered Zhanxia Ge held a bloodied, still steaming Huya combat saber, slowly walking back along the battle path they had once traveled. Whenever he saw Chechen partisans lying on the ground, whether groaning wounded or corpses, he would immediately step forward and deliver a final blow, then search the bodies for bullets, grenades, food, and medicine he needed. Behind him, whether it was Bai Yi, Zhao Haiping, or South Africa's tiger Olanya, they all unconsciously kept a considerable distance from him.
The bodies of Zhu Jianjun, Tie Hui, Li Caiwen, and Gu Nianqing were placed in four closely packed graves. They were the closest comrades and brothers in life, and surely they hoped to be close together after death. At least in this way, they could still find companions and comrades to chat with on this unfamiliar land!
They placed their corpses one by one into the tombs that Song and the Warriors had dug out bit by bit with their hands, sabers, wooden sticks, and shovels. Among them, some had intact bodies, only one or a few more bullet holes, while others had been shattered to pieces. Zhanxiage and the others used their own hands to find and place fragments of their bodies one by one in the grave on the land where the most brutal battles had once taken place.
He threw dirt handfuls onto Zhu Jianjun, spilling them onto his face. Tears kept swirling in Zhanxiage's eyes, but no matter how sad he was, tears never truly flowed from his eyes. It was only at this moment that the war hero song understood why heroes have no tears. Because there are so few things that make heroes cry. When they repeatedly use reason to overcome emotions, forcing their tears back into their eyes, they have already lost the right to cry and ...... Instinctive!
The bodies of Zhu Jianjun and his comrades were gradually buried in the mud, disappearing from the battlefield hero's sight. As the four slightly raised mounds nestled closely together, Zhao Haiping drove four sections of wooden stakes, each with a sharpened end, to the front of the four earthen tombs.
Zhanxiage drew his own Tiger Fang combat saber, stained with blood and already possessed by countless terrorist vengeful spirits. Now, the blade seemed to possess a spiritual desire to devour blood. The moment it was drawn, it radiated a chilling, sharp killing intent.
Zhanxiage dared not engrave this instructor, his eldest brother, his life achievements and honors. Chechen guerrillas still roam here. If they could understand Chinese and grasp Zhu Jianjun's identity and significance as a Chinese soldier, Zhanxiage truly would not want to imagine what kind of treatment Zhu Jianjun's body would have received.
The Huya Combat Combat Saber sighed as it landed on a birch board it absolutely disliked. Amid the sharp sizzling sound of the blade clashing against the plank, the wood chips gradually fell down. When a mountain breeze brushed past the face, sweeping away the last few strands of wood chips from the blade mark, two large characters that could not be called artistic, but their powerful, sword-like strokes appeared on Zhu Jianjun's tombstone...... Military Soul!
Facing four identical tombstones, Bai Yi lowered his head, Zhao Haiping lowered his head, and Olan Lia also lowered his head, but Zhanxiage raised his head. In his hand was a 7.62mm caliber heavy machine gun bullet, a bullet he had personally dug out from Zhu Jianjun with a Huya combat saber!
The bullet was stained with Zhu Jianjun's blood. Zhanxiage gazed at its long, slender, mechanically beautiful body and slowly exhaled a long breath.
"Brother Zhu, here I, Zhan Xiage, swear by this bloody bullet: from now on, as long as terrorists exist in this world, as long as China has not yet entered true peace, I will never leave the army again." The work you left unfinished, I will finish; the road you have not walked, I will continue to walk! ”
The people around fell silent. Zhanxiage turned to look at Oransley and said, "I'm tired now. I want to go home!" ”