Yan Fenghuo didn't know much about the complex relationships between countries. He was not a politician, he was just a soldier who could shed his blood at any time when the country needed it.
Soldiers have no distinction between high and low. Even a general is still a soldier. If you have to add a title to it, the word "veteran" is the most appropriate.
Yan Fenghuo is afraid of death, but he doesn't care whether he dies or not. If the country really needs him to die, then what does it matter if he dies?
It's just that I'm a little bit unwilling to be killed by the Americans, but unfortunately I have no choice.
"Mr. Yan, you are a smart man, you should know how to choose." The officer stared at Yan Fenghuo and said softly: "Living and dying, living means that you can still see the blue sky and enjoy the fresh air;
When you die, you are nothing. Do you want to see your family crying for you, do you want to see your lover heartbroken for you? No, no, no, smart people know how to choose."
The officer's words were still very reserved, but they pointed out a way for Yan Fenghuo. They had already planned the way.
Simple person? No, Yan Fenghuo is not a simple person. He holds too many top secrets of China in his mind. He is a complex person and a very useful person.
When China used various methods to recruit people, the United States immediately realized the importance of Yan Fenghuo. He not only had the ability of Blood Shark Buck, but also had many invisible strengths.
On the other hand, the important person on the Chinese side has accelerated the choice Yan Fenghuo has to face. If the Chinese side did not want the important person, he might have become an object of revenge.
"By the way, I think the food here may not be to your taste." The officer smiled and said: "The hamburger sandwich suits Westerners' taste, and you should prefer Chinese food. Fortunately, I know an authentic Chinese restaurant, and I can
Prepare a sumptuous dinner for you. While preparing the dinner, you can think carefully and don’t let this dinner become the last supper.”
The officer smiled, put out his cigarette butt, stood up, and led the two soldiers out of the cell.
The words have been made very clear, the choice depends entirely on Yan Fenghuo.
Watching the other party walk out, Yan Fenghuo lay on the bed again, closed his eyes and continued to sleep, as if he didn't feel anything.
Time passed by minute by minute, and an hour and a half passed quickly, and Yan Fenghuo was still sleeping.
Everyone knew that he couldn't sleep at all, but no one knew what was going on in his mind.
Dinner was delivered, authentic Chinese food, and a bottle of Moutai.
Smelling the aroma of the food, Yan Fenghuo opened his eyes, and under the gaze of the officer, he ate slowly and as if no one else was watching.
He ate very slowly. He had never been so slow before. The habit of eating in three minutes in the army was not shown here. He seemed to be delaying time on purpose.
But the officer was not impatient. In his opinion, Yan Fenghuo was still thinking about the choice of life or death.
About forty minutes later, Yan Fenghuo finally finished his meal, patted his belly with satisfaction, and said to the officer: "The last supper was very rich, very good, and to my taste. The answer you asked for is also out, this is my last supper."
dinner.”
This is the answer given by Yan Fenghuo. It is not difficult at all. Betrayal or death, he would rather choose betrayal.
Death will only make those closest to you sad; betrayal will bring shame to those closest to you. It is not difficult to choose between the two. The sadness is only for a while, but the shame will never be removed.
"Have you really made your choice?" the officer asked with certainty.
"The choice is made," Yan Fenghuo nodded and smiled: "I swore under the national flag and the party flag that I would never betray you in my life. This applies to you as well as me."
The words he spoke were full of calmness, and Yan Fenghuo was truly prepared to die.
"You really don't need to think about it anymore?" the officer asked again to get confirmation.
"I don't want to anymore." Yan Fenghuo stretched out a long stretch and yawned loudly, as if he was very sleepy.
"We have guessed your choice. Although I personally don't like it, I still want to give you a few words of advice: living is far better than dying."
"Hahahaha..." Yan Fenghuo laughed, his eyes full of disdain.
Live? Die? He, Yan Fenghuo, has already died countless times. Being afraid of death does not mean that he will not die; being afraid of death does not mean that he must break his own bottom line and live a dirty life. If he has the power to survive,
If he got it back by betraying his motherland, he would rather die with his head held high.
Who is he? He is Yan Fenghuo, a Chinese soldier. When he entered the Blood Fox Brigade, he did not expect to live an easy life; when he saw his comrades falling in front of him, he expected that he would
One day.
Although he really wanted to live a plain and comfortable life, it was just the most beautiful dream. He thought he knew very well that from the day he stepped into the Blood Fox, his name had already been engraved on the monument; his
Blood already has a place on the five-star red flag; his life no longer belongs to him.
Life belongs to the country, life belongs to the party, and life belongs to the people!
From the day I was born, I never wanted to come back alive!
The laughter slowly stopped, and Yan Fenghuo said contemptuously to the officer: "Is this your method? It's too inferior! To be honest, if Lina is still alive, maybe there is a way for me to survive desperately.
But... are you tempting me with life? Threatening me with death? Although I, Yan Fenghuo, have said that I will not be threatened by anyone, and although I am always threatened and forced to do nothing, threatening me with my death is really the last resort.
My life has not been in vain. I have fought the hardest battle, played the most exciting undercover role, had the best brother, and slept with the best girl. It was worth it, hahahaha..."
After saying this, Yan Fenghuo raised his head and laughed, his laugh was extremely rough and satisfying.
His eyes were full of fearlessness and magnanimity before he died generously; his face showed an unspeakable arrogance. This kind of arrogance was not a look, but seeped out from his bones and blood.
flowed out.
He is born to be proud, shameless, despicable, and unscrupulous... nothing prevents his bones from being so arrogant that he is unattainable!
The officer pursed his lips, with a look of disappointment in his eyes, but also a hint of respect.
This is a tribute to a true soldier: a soldier is not afraid of death, lives in loyalty, and dies with a smile...
On the ship, Yan Fenghuo, who was suspended by ropes and weighed down by steel blocks, was slowly thrown into the vast sea. The moment the water submerged him, all the arrogance he showed in front of the Americans disappeared.
There was no trace, replaced by lingering reluctance and deep guilt.
"I'm sorry." Yan Fenghuo said three words toward the east.
The moment I said these three words, tears flowed down violently.
The sea water covered his chin, lips, bridge of nose, and eyes, until it reached the top of his head...