"This is the fourth battlefield of Huaxia. The enemy once buried millions of thunder on the border of the later generations. The explosion seen by the ancestors just now is just a kind of ordinary thunder."

Jiang Yi's voice fell, and Xin Qiji sank: "There are millions of thunder, if they all bombed on future generations, wouldn't it hurt me tens of millions of juniors?"

"Yes, there is a village on the border, there are 87 villagers, there are only 78 legs in total, and there is no one leg per capita."

Jiang Yi thought about it, and the pictures were like a slide, presenting one by one.

Outside the dilapidated house, a crutch was on the right arm of the old man. The thin and skinny body was slightly right. The corner of the old man's mouth was leaning, showing a very awkward smile, as if in front of the camera, trying to be as happy as possible.

But no matter how strong he is, the simple face always hangs the vicissitudes that are difficult to disappear, and silently tells the difficulty of his life.

The audience noticed at a glance that the side of the crutch was an incomplete leg.

The old man seemed to be physically and mentally exhausted. It seemed that he only needed to breathe, and his body would be scattered.

But the deepest memory for the audience is not the incomplete limb.

But, the simple face and smile.

No evil, simple, vicissitudes, it is difficult to release people at a glance.

The picture turned left to the left, disappeared, and replaced it with another picture.

Above is a boy who looks like a teenage, and many of the audiences in front of the screen are generally big.

The shabby wheelchair made of wood carried his upper body, one leg was pulled on the ground, and the other leg was traveled.

Xin Qiji looked up slightly, looked at these dumbfounded, and was speechless for a long time.

After a moment, the pictures are all dispersed, as if there is never an existence.

Xin Qiji looked at the thunder warriors again, and in his eyes, he gradually became relieved.

"They are all my Huaxia's thunder warriors?"

In the tone, with a hint of unstoppable concerns.

Jiang Yi nodded: "Yes, they are the patron saint of Huaxia later generations."

"Deng Tian can dance with Canglong, you can go to the sea, you can be invincible on the ground, and you can be a million troops under the earth. They have a common name, called the Huaxia People's Army."

"Because they are there, even people who lean on the border can get the greatest tranquility."

"Good army! Good general! Good country!" Xin Qiji's tone was almost trembling.

Such a country has always longed for, but he has not been able to desire.

He always believes that the people and soldiers of the Song Dynasty will not be worse than those of any ethnic group. The worse is Song Ting who ruled them.

But when he saw that even in the peaceful age, a group of people were still willing to forget to die for the people. Rao had been silent for a long time.

But before he rejoiced, he furiously bombed!

Hurry up and look at the support. He saw a person's body flew out. There seemed to be something else in the explosion. Before you could look closely, the body that flew out had "click"

Roll downhill, a lot of dead trees were cut off where he had just rolled down, and his body slipped out of more than ten meters before stopping.

Xin Qiji changed his look, and rushed down the difficult steps, but he was about to lift his feet, but found that he wanted to fall down for the four weeks.

Sliding down.

He forcibly controlled it, stepped on, trees on both sides, and the mountains in the distance suddenly rushed to face. In the blink of an eye, he and Jiang Yi had already appeared beside the fighter.

The thunderous soldiers ran madly to him, shouting his name in a hurry, and hurriedly lifted his body with a stretcher, moved, and skillful.

"Persist!"

"Don't sleep, don't sleep!"

Nympho

I don't know how long it has been.

The voice of comrades gradually disappeared.

Just now, their shouts seemed to be close at hand, and it seemed very far away.

The far away seemed to be in a dream, and if he heard that there was no scream, he could not see people.

The injured warrior was blurred and the consciousness was very weak. I didn't know what happened.

oh……

By the way, just now, I was stunned by Lei!

Good ... it hurts.

It seems that the pain of burning a knife is spreading throughout the body for a moment. He wants to open his mouth with his sound to relieve the pain, but his mouth is not controlled.

Due to how he is hard, it seems that he has a stable and blocked his throat.

I wanted to touch the most painful place with my hands, but he was so easy, and felt that the instructions in the consciousness would be conveyed, but it seemed to stagnate at the shoulder.

It seemed that a knife fell, cut his hands, and let him not let him control his hand!

He realized that something on his shoulders seemed to be streaming out.

By the way, it seems that there is something to block that turbulent.

What is it?

Is it blood?

Why start from my shoulder?

No……

No!

His face was suddenly embarrassed, and his body shake violently.

Don't, don't, I can't lose my hand!

I want to discharge thunder, and I want to discharge thunder, that is my mission!

No thunder, the folks on the border can't live!

The warrior's emotions were very excited. He felt like he was in a dark mist.

He wants to test whether there is any exit around the next, but every time he wants to raise his hand, he will fail.

Take away my other things, okay, take away my other things, okay!

He shouted in his heart, as if he was talking to the sky.

In the face of thunder, he is not afraid.

Which thunder that the thunder warriors have been demolished, which step of the way in the minefield, and which thing is done, isn't it a fighting?

Expansion, which one they are taking every step from the military road, which one is not on the desperate road, or is it desperately?

What can you count on the territory and life of the people of the motherland!

Give me a hand, give me a hand ...

He was almost desperate, tears flowed out of the corner of the black charcoal, and even the places where tears passed were painful.

But he still thought about this pain.

In the medical room, doctors who are performing first aid are aware of this situation dangerous, but they cannot know what happened: "Don't be afraid, not afraid!"

"We will do my best to help you!"

The doctor assistant looked at this scarred body, and he almost cried.

The attending doctors were sweating cold and did not dare to slack the slightest.

He is extremely clear about the patient's state. Now every tool in his hand, every step, is fighting the death of the patient who wants to pull away the patient.

Now just ask him to control his emotions, and it will be extremely dangerous to go on like this!

He prayed silently, and every step he did was fast and cautious.

At the door of the operating room, the red lamp was relentlessly declared the battle and continued.
Chapter completed!