The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Ye Jian, whose hands were stained with blood, looked at Ada, whose complexion became more and more ugly, and her heart had entered the bottom of the valley.

It won't last long, this frontline police officer won't last long, and her life is lost in her palm at the speed she can see...

Ada, who heard his comrades constantly encourage him to persevere, spent a long time trying to hold his eyes closed, and responded with a soft "um".

Ada, who tried so hard to live, knew that no matter how hard he tried, it would be in vain. He was no longer successful.

Just such a low and inaudible voice made Dorjee, who had been waiting for an answer, cry like a child. The Tibetan man with a broad back arched his back and lay beside his comrades, crying.

Tears overflowed from the corners of Ada's eyes, who were tired and closed. He heard the sorrowful cry of his comrades in arms, and heard his comrades' reluctance to part with him.

He also knew that the eldest brother Tayang Ciwang, who had been silent for a long time, had already left, and the eldest brother who had not been rescued in time for a sudden illness had left.

Ada, whose breathing was as weak as silk, wanted to take a deep breath at last, and he did it too. Having struggled to take a deep breath, he looked at the shadowed figure, his lips moved, "Stop...stop...the car, I...see... look look look."

He wanted to see the blue sky again, the eagle flying over his head again, the land he loved so much once again, the cold wind blowing from the snowy mountains for the last time ...

The car stopped. When Ye Jian got out of the car, her knees were so soft that she bent forward and knelt forward as if she was about to fall. Her hand was still covering policeman Ada's neck. She couldn't fall. .

Police Phuntsok and Dorji carried Ada out of the car. They walked to the side of the road. Phuntsok sat down first, Ada sat and leaned into the arms of his comrades. , the hands never leave Ada's neck.

Blowing from the mountains, the wind blowing across the road came with a whimper, listen, even the wind is full of sadness.

Ada tried his best to open his eyes. He looked at the blue sky and wanted to see if an eagle flew by. The sky is so blue and blue, when will the eagle fly?

The air is really good, with the breath of Gobi and desert, and the coldness of snow-capped mountains in the cold.

This is the last time Ada has opened his eyes. The sun is so dazzling that tears flow out of his eyes. He has to keep his eyes open and watch... because this is the last time he sees the sun.

In less than a minute, Ada slowly closed his eyes, and at the last moment of his life, he left his last words, "Ciwang Da... Big Brother... Me, I... Me and... Big Brother Ci... One... Together, you... ...you...go on...go on...live...live...live..."

He didn't mention his family, only his comrades who fought side by side. At the last moment of his life, he was most worried about his comrades.

And the family... He closed his eyes before he could leave his last words.

"Ada!!"

"Ada! My Ada!!!!"

The Tibetan man cried out in pain, and Phuntsok hugged Ada who was leaving, hugged him tightly, and cried aloud. The sound of grief was enough to make the wind blowing weeping for him.

Ada is gone, Ada, who is a policeman, is gone.

Ye Jian, who slowly retracted her hand, staggered and stood up. Her hand was shaking so badly that she didn't even have the strength to lift it up and say goodbye to the sacrificed police officer with a military salute.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at his blood-stained hands. The blood had dried and solidified into brown blood clots. The palms of the hands and the backs of the hands were all covered with brown blood, the blood that represented the endless life... Now it's dry.