The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

While talking, Will walked forward with heavy steps. Every time he took a step, he felt a heavy weight on his body. His tall and tall back was shrouded in sadness. Anyone who looked at him knew that this was a man who was in grief.

He is very familiar with this place, he has not crossed the streets with people coming and going, but has been walking along the uneven alleys on the ground to the top.

This is a slope. Standing on the side of the street and looking up the alley, the height is at least 40 degrees. Every step Will takes is extremely difficult. Ye Jian who followed him even saw that he couldn't stand steadily several times. As if about to fall backwards.

The dark red blood dripped all the way, meandering upwards, and the blossoming blood flowers were shocking.

Ye Jian lowered her head slightly, and quietly followed behind Bai He, who was twisting the boy away, Xia Jinyuan followed Will, with Bai He in the middle, and Ye Jian stopped the way.

After walking for at least half an hour, Will stopped at a bungalow with mottled exterior walls, which he could tell at a glance was outside the bungalow on the ground floor of Melabon. He didn't need to ring the doorbell, and there was no doorbell to ring. Wipe it with your hand, and you can wipe out a rusty iron door.

The iron door creaked open, and Will walked in holding Abe, whose limbs were getting stiffer and stiffer. Xia Jinyuan looked back at his comrades behind him, nodded slightly before stepping in.

The one-story house is completely in the shape of a narrow and long room. Standing in a straight line at the door, you can see the door at the back.

Someone inside heard the voice, and quickly ran out of the dimly lit room. The light was too dim, and it could be vaguely seen that this was a middle-aged woman whose figure was out of shape.

"Mr. Will, is that you?" The middle-aged woman who ran out saw Will, perhaps because Will was holding someone in his arms, she called out a little uncertainly, her tone very respectful.

Will responded in a low voice, his voice so choked that the middle-aged woman who was walking out suddenly stopped. She must have sensed something, and stood still and refused to move a step.

In the dark room, with the figure who hadn't moved for a long time, the atmosphere had frozen, and Ye Jian's chest was so oppressed that he couldn't breathe.

This is a middle-aged Meraben woman who is about forty years old and has white hair on both manes. Her hands are rough and her joints are thick, and she can see at a glance how difficult life is.

She watched Will walk towards her step by step, her fixed gaze finally fell on the person Will was holding, her lips trembled slightly, and she asked in the local language, "Who are you holding?" ?”

"Abe, Abe..." Will said, his suppressed sadness filled the humble bungalow like a tide, "Abe, he already..."

"He's dead, isn't he? He's already dead, isn't he?" The middle-aged woman's voice was so soft, it was as soft as bubbles flying in the air, and they would disappear into nothing with a light touch.

Will didn't answer, his silence was the best answer.

"How did you die? Can you tell me? What happened, Mr. Will, can you tell me everything?" The trembling middle-aged woman stretched out her hand, she wanted to hug her child, this is her child ...her child.

She couldn't hug Abe, and said to Will with a whimpering voice, let him hug Abe and lie on the bed.

Just as Abe, who was pale and pale, was put on the bed, there were voices of talking and laughing outside the low bungalow, the voices of two men, one of them was shouting loudly at the door before he walked in, shouting all the way. all the way in.