He leaned his head against the grave and whispered, "I asked him at that time, why?"

"Guess what he said..."

"He said that he felt that he would not live long, so he would not delay the girl's life..."

"He said he was afraid the girl would regret it in the future."

Mu Lianshen smiled coldly, "Shushu, he is dead..."

"That mission was his last mission, and he died in front of me,"

"I still remember what his last words were..."

In a trance, Mu Lianshen seemed to have returned to that battle.

Lin Wu's bloodstained face was smiling, and the enemy was chasing him from behind. He looked at him steadily and said word by word, "Boss, you see... I was right not to marry her."

Lin Wu took out the last grenade, lit it on the spot, and then ran into the enemy's position.

He desperately reached out...

But all that could be heard was a loud explosion, and pieces of flesh flew all over the sky...

Scattered all over the ground again...

Mu Lianshen covered his heart with his hands, his body swayed, and finally his straight back bent.

The blood gathered into a dark pool on the land of war.

When Lin Wen saw his brother sacrificed, he also rushed into the battle with his broken leg.

Suddenly, Mu Lianshen seemed to hear the poem that Lin Wen often recited: "Even if the enemy has tens of millions of people, I will go alone! Even if I die nine times, I will not regret it!"

Mu Lianshen suddenly laughed crazily, "Shushu, he's dead too..."

"You said that a man like him, a scholar, should be a teacher in his hometown, write poems, get married, and have children."

"What is he doing on the battlefield?"

"Reciting poetry can't kill the enemy, and it can't save the people you want to save."

"How stupid..."

"How stupid..."