Xue Nao glanced at the blood on her hand, these were the blood of the soldiers.

Is it beautiful?

Not beautiful.

Is it spectacular?

She is full of masterpieces and can't describe everything here in words, and no one on the battlefield will sigh with emotion when she sees the footage recorded by her predecessors.

Ah, what a magnificent, what a beautiful sight!

But now when she truly stood on this battlefield, only fear and despair were left in her heart.

The wounded broke their limbs, and there were countless bullets hidden in the wounded's body. Some of them still kept a breath, and some of them closed their eyes forever because of their injuries.

Those bleak eyes.

The war of beautification, why does the prefix use the word ‘beautification’?

Of course it is because all of this is not beautiful, so such words are used! !

Although words can appear extremely weak in such descriptions, the charm of language is that it cannot completely hide the true meaning of every word and every sentence.

Language, it is used to express the true meaning of existence.

Use her Japanese plastic English to soothe the soldiers who are in pain but don't want to scream loudly. She is doing everything she can.

At this moment, Xue Nai couldn't help but realize something.

Everything that she has ever had, is it groaning without illness?

"Ha ha……"

Inadvertently, Xue Nai laughed out loud herself.

Everything stays in language, and all actions are just forced. What are the key factors that motivate these?

Enough support.

It seems that I am acting for the goal, but these actions are full of weakness and compromise.

That's not what I want.

She lowered her head and looked at one of the wounded on the hospital bed sleeping peacefully under her comfort.

Look at the soldiers around you who gritted their teeth to make sure that they don't interfere with the work of the headquarters.

This is the action I want. Starting from the most practical place, doing the most pragmatic thing. Shouting is the struggle of the weak. Only the most pragmatic action is the best way to prove yourself!

She came to him at the call of a soldier, beside the soldier there were two other medical staff holding morphine.

"Miss! Miss told them not to do this!"

The brows of the wounded man who were talking have been twisted, his eyes protruding from the sockets, it can be seen that he is being tortured by the injury, and there are countless blood holes on his side waist. It can be seen that he is really hard to survive dying. .

"That... why does this gentleman resist so much?"

"His body can no longer bear it. If this continues, he will only suffer from his pain..."

The medical staff stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, but Yukino already knew what was going on.

"Can you leave this gentleman to me? I'll take care of it."

"This... alright."

The two medical staff left to deal with the wounded who came from the source.

"Miss, cough cough...Thank you very much..."

"Sir, why are you not willing to accept pain relief?"

"I want to keep my eyes open, watching the boss win, absolutely, absolutely want to see!"

"what……"

"Please, please don't give me pain relief, I can't close my eyes, otherwise I won't be able to see the light!!"

Xue Na saw the longing in his eyes.

"I will respect your opinion. Is there anything else you need to explain?"

"If..." The European and American man shed tears, "I mean if, if I really die, if it is convenient for you then, don't let me close my eyes. I want to look at the back of the boss, even if I fell down halfway, and I also want to watch the BOSS move forward from behind. He is our savior and everything to us."

"Well, I will do it."

"The front lines need more morphine. Those brothers are suffering from the pain that we can't bear. You can transport from the front lines...puff..."

The wounded vomited a large mouthful of blood and spilled it on Yukino's body, but at the moment Yukino did not back up, she still squatted firmly on the side of his bed.

"Let them transport...to the front-line brothers..."

He raised his hand hard, as if he wanted to do something.

Xue Na only saw the wounded man pull out some scattered ammunition from his pocket.

"They need this... the BOSS needs this... we need this! I can't hold the guy who fights because I am not allowed to fight..."

The guy who is not allowed to fight, but still holds the fight...

What does he mean is that as long as the order is given, even if the body is broken, can he still pick up a weapon to rush, walk or even climb to the front line?

What is supporting his iron will? Is it that person?

Xue Na turned her head and saw Chen Feng, who was already wearing a military uniform and was using a drone sent out to check the front line, planning to formulate a corresponding combat plan.

Is this... his charm?

Chapter 141 They Are Alive Forever

"Miss Angel... can you listen to me?"

The wounded man's chest was constantly rising and falling, and he weakly grasped Xue Na's hand.

"Say it."

Yukino squatted halfway in front of the bed. She smiled and made a listening gesture.

The wounded man smiled comfortably.