Several of them, while kissing him, couldn’t help but burst into tears. Tears flowed freely on the faces of the Corporal and the warriors, yet each person’s face was filled with uncontrollable joy.
"I’m sorry...." In another crowd, a surviving POW held the face of a young warrior, crying, "It was too chaotic then, we all could only desperately run forward, running nonstop. Your brother was originally by my side, but a shell separated us. I couldn’t see him, and couldn’t find him...."
The young warrior, clutching his gun, sobbed uncontrollably. Big teardrops fell into the muddy pit.
The surrounding warriors turned their faces away. No one wanted to see the desperate and sorrowful eyes of this warrior, who had been full of hope from the beginning, hoping his captured brother would return.
A robust warrior stepped out from the crowd at the pit’s entrance. He stood there, looking at the young warrior, calling in a trembling voice: "Manuqi......"
The young warrior suddenly lifted his head. In his tear-filled eyes was an indescribable ecstasy and shock.
"Co over...." Despite his tattered clothes and injury-ridden body, the robust warrior stood there firmly: "Co over, my dear brother."
The two brothers embraced tightly.
The surrounding warriors all stood up. This ti, they no longer needed to hold back their tears, which flowed freely. So cried, while others laughed, and as they laughed, tears rolled down as well.
Li Cunxin and Pei Litong stood quietly at the tunnel’s end. They did not disturb the reuniting brothers.
Li Cunxin wiped his eyes fiercely, cursing: "I’m really getting old.... Can’t even control my tears anymore! A lifeti of battles, only to make a fool of myself here!"
Beside him, Pei Litong’s eyes were filled with tears. "These are my soldiers!" The gentle general’s lips trembled, his voice choked: "I’m not afraid of crying, I’m happy!"
The crowd in the tunnel parted in front of the officers.
Looking at these tired yet extrely joyful warriors, a sour emotion suddenly surged into their noses. Everyone’s throat felt a bit choked. They could only nod all the way, patting the shoulders of the subordinates who narrowly escaped death.
Behind them, Milan was already sobbing uncontrollably. She clung tightly to Boswell’s arm, thinking of that person, of the Leray Warriors who died in the Leray National Defense War, thinking of scenes of life and death partings in this war, only desperately lowering her head, not daring to look again at these warriors who narrowly escaped death, not daring to see the unhidden strength and vulnerability between these n.
"You all don’t know...."
The officers had just walked into the 3rd District, only to see a chanical Warrior with an IV bottle, in the midst of the bright-eyed crowd, speaking with great excitent: "It was such a thrill then, I thought I was done for, but who knew I only heard a whoosh.... and the Jiepeng cha opposite had its head gone! Seeing it still didn’t fall, I had no reservations!"
The listeners lowered their voices, laughing heartily, while a Captain hugged the neck of this chanical Warrior, rubbing his hair vigorously.
The atmosphere in the 3rd District was noticeably quieter than the other districts they had passed.
More than forty chas quietly parked in the cha storage area. The thick explosion-proof shed blocked the daylight, and the dim lights cast on these chas made every scar on the body appear shocking.
"Marshal...."
"Division commander....."
"Officer....."
Seeing the officers arrive, the warriors all stood at attention and saluted.
Of more than two thousand POWs, less than fourteen hundred managed to break through the encirclent and reach position 415. Several hundred were left on that short yet incredibly long breakthrough path. And the chas that could return to the position were less than forty; nearly all of them were here.
These scarred chas sat quietly in a halt mode in the large explosion-proof pit of the 3rd District.
Except for one or two chanical Warriors bragging, the others, either in the open cha cockpits or on the side’s camp beds, were asleep, unconscious. Several military doctors were holding instrunts, examining their bodies one by one. Whether instrunt checks or nutrient needle infusions, these warriors, like the dead, didn’t move at all.
"How is it?" Li Cunxin slowly walked to a dic’s side, asking in a low voice. Everyone watched as the dic inserted the syringe in his hand into a chanical Warrior’s vein. The warrior’s face was pale, and his lips were blue.
"They’re too tired." The dic’s voice trembled a bit: "They fought continuously for over forty hours, maneuvered over five hundred kiloters in one night, annihilated three armored camps and a special armored company, and then covered infantry breaking through, defeating the armored camp in front of us..... I really don’t know what strength was supporting them."
Annihilating three armored camps....... the officers stared dumbfoundedly at the dic. This news, they didn’t know yet. Before this, they only saw the drone’s returned footage.
Li Cunxin and Pei Litong exchanged glances.
The Old Marshal turned around, looking at the two still sowhat spirited chanical Warriors, and incredulously asked: "Is this true?"
The warriors nodded, supplenting each other as they recounted everything that happened after being captured. They were part of the more than two hundred POWs rescued by a little kid. When they ntioned the incredible little boy, Milan and Boswell exchanged glances, both surprised and delighted. What was once just a guess was now indisputable!
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