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Fugui's eyes kept staring at the two doors in the operating room nervously, but the two doors were closed tightly, and only the warning light on it flashed, making Fugui's originally tight heart even more uneasy.

The captain who had been walking back and forth finally stopped and looked at them and said, "You go and rest and change your clothes. I'll wait here, and I'll tell you immediately when there is news of dawn."

Yang Aiguo and the others looked at each other and said, "No, we must wait until dawn comes out safely."

The captain nodded silently, no longer urged them, and frowned anxiously and continued to pace back and forth. Several nurses held the plates, full of plasma. Fugui tried to guess the degree of the operation progress from their faces, but the nurses hurriedly passed by them anxiously, and there was no movement after walking into the door.

He looked at the time. It was already past seven o'clock in the evening. Dawn's surgery had lasted for seven hours. His heart was bleeding with the ticking of the hands of the clocks on the wall. He bit his lips tightly, but tears were still slowly turning in the corners of his eyes, and finally it finally flowed down his cheeks. He closed his eyes, and there seemed to be dense gunshots in his ears.

The woman's violent face was shaking in front of his eyes, as if she was smiling at him. Fugui clenched his fists tightly. He hated himself a little, and he actually felt pity for the woman at a critical moment. Because of his mistake, the sinful shell shot at his comrades.

In the long corridor, several patients' families squeezed together, looking at them covered in blood and carrying guns from afar, pointing and talking in a low voice.

"You go away, stop watching." Xin Yi walked over and stared at the people. The people shrank their necks, and with the faint sound of closing the door, the silence of the long corridor returned to silence. The captain stopped and asked Xiaoyu for a cigarette. Because he was not used to the smell of tobacco, he just took a sip and bent down and coughed.

The sound of footsteps came from the end of the corridor. The political commissar and Commander Niu were followed by two soldiers in white coats. The brigade leader met him and said something to Commander Niu. Commander Niu looked solemn and nodded constantly.

After a while, Commander Niu waved his hand to let his comrades stand at attention and said: "Comrades, the 'Sword Operation' has been completed very well. Not only did they seize all their equipment, but they also wiped out all the militants. Not only did they see our determination to attack them, but they also allowed them to learn about our invincible military power. Of course, it is war, there must be blood and sacrifices. You can exchange the smallest sacrifice for the greatest victory. This is what you are most proud of. I am really proud of you. You are worthy of being the most elite special forces. You have not been close for two days. Go and rest for a while. Don't worry about your comrades. He will be fine. We will definitely use the best medical equipment and the best doctors. No matter what the price they pay, we must rescue our heroes..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the emergency room finally opened. Fugui looked anxiously at the attending doctor with gray hair, hoping to see hope in his eyes, even a trace of smile. However, he was disappointed, and the doctor walked up to Commander Niu and whispered: "There is too much blood loss, and there are too many injured parts, and there are no signs of life yet."

Chief Niu lowered his head and walked a few steps and said, "What do you mean is that he is not out of danger yet?" The doctor nodded.

Fugui's mind was blank. He didn't listen to them anymore. He just stared blankly at the plate held by the nurse behind him. The white plate was filled with five bloody bullets. Next to it were shrapnel the size of coins. He closed his eyes in pain. The shrapnel was the eternal pain in his heart!

He walked over and picked up the shrapnels and placed them in his palm. On the yellow bullet, he still had passionate blood. He held them in his hand without any warmth, and he felt a complete coldness!

He couldn't believe that it was these cold warheads that would take away the lives of his comrades!

"If you pity your enemies, it is a crime against yourself." Li Ming's words were shaking his eardrums. He wiped the bullets carefully on his clothes. He didn't want the bullets to have the blood of his comrades. He murmured: "He will not die, absolutely not. He said that the special forces are left with one soldier, and that must be him!"
Chapter completed!