Ma Jun borrowed a rattan chair from a fellow villager, and several people worked together to carry the stone out of the tent and placed it against a big tree.

Shitou seemed to be in good spirits and said to Ma Jun and others with a smile:

"Captain, you guys go about your business. You don't have to accompany me. I'll just sit for a while and then go back to rest."

Ma Jun forced a smile on his face, nodded at him, and then looked deeply at the young communications soldier behind him.

The young soldier understood, pursed his lower lip and nodded heavily in response.

It's amazing that it has been drizzling all day for the past few days, but it is sunny now.

The sun, which had not been seen for a long time, peeked through the thick clouds. The people in the shelter came out of their tents one by one, sat in the open space to bask in the sun, and enjoyed the rare warm sunshine. Everyone's face was filled with a rare and relaxed smile.

Shi Tou squinted his eyes comfortably, feeling as if the dampness and coldness in his body had been dried away by the warm sunshine. His whole body was warm, making him feel drowsy.

But he knew he couldn't sleep now, he had to cherish every minute left -

When some young soldiers from the Second Company passed by and saw him sitting peacefully under the tree, they all ran over happily to greet him. These days, Shi Tou was temporarily ordered to take over the position of Captain Bi. He reunited the Second Company, whose morale had been greatly reduced due to Captain Bi's sacrifice, and managed it in an orderly manner, winning the respect of the soldiers.

He also happily talked to them one by one, and like an older brother, he urged them to do their work seriously, but also to take time to rest and learn to balance work and rest.

Some young soldiers joked that they would wait for him to return to supervise them, but he just smiled and said nothing.

Only the communications soldier standing behind the chair pursed his lips and kept looking up at the sky, fearing that the tears in his eyes would fall if he lowered his head.

Suddenly, a little boy who looked about five or six years old ran over, holding a wild flower he had picked from somewhere. He ran to the stone with a timid look, stretched out his little hand, and said in a crisp voice:

"Uncle, here! For you!"

Shi Tou was a little surprised, then a smile appeared on his face:

"Thank you, little friend."

The little boy grinned, and his chubby face looked even rounder:

"You're welcome! My mom said you're a hero. I want to be like you and become a..."

Stone Fun:

"You want to be a hero too?"

The little boy finally remembered what he wanted to be and said in a loud voice:

"No, I want to be a brave little warrior like you!"

Shi Tou was stunned for a moment, and felt his eyes suddenly become moist, but his heart seemed to be filled with sunshine, warm and bright.

"Okay, uncle believes in you. You will definitely become a little warrior braver than uncle in the future!"

The little boy was so happy to hear that that he jumped back and told his mother what the great hero uncle had said.

Shitou's gaze followed the little boy's back and saw many fellow villagers looking at him with gratitude. They were embarrassed to come and disturb his rest, so they could only smile and nod at him from a distance.

Looking at the hopeful smiles on the faces of the villagers, Shitou felt particularly fulfilled and felt that everything he had done was meaningful.

The sun is shining and the breeze is just right. A gust of wind brings the sound of rustling leaves in the forest, mixed with the chirping of birds and insects, like a symphony in the forest.

Everything is so beautiful, this world is so nostalgic...

Shitou felt his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly open them. In a trance, he seemed to see his grandfather walking out of the crowd. He was still the kind, skinny old man in his memory, waving at him happily.

"grandfather......"

His mumbling was heard by the young soldier behind him, who leaned over and asked:

"Platoon leader, what did you say?"

"Grandpa is here to pick me up..."

At this moment, Shitou had begun to feel dazed, but with a childlike smile on his lips, his eyes staring blankly in the empty direction.

The young soldier's face changed drastically, and he quickly held his shoulders and said nervously:

"Platoon leader, wake up! There's no one there! Just hold on a little longer! The rescue team will be here soon!"

He was anxious, looked up and saw Ma Jun nearby, and shouted:

"Captain Ma! Captain Ma—"

Hearing the anxious shouts of the signalman, Ma Jun's heart tightened and he hurried over in three or two steps, but saw that Shi Tou had completely closed his eyes, only his lips were still opening and closing, and he was talking nonsense intermittently.

Ma Jun quickly called someone to carry Shi Tou back to the tent and let him lie back on the camp bed.

After Dr. Liu came to see Lu Zhan, he shook his head with a heavy face. He didn't say anything, but everyone understood the meaning of his shaking head.

The signalman could no longer hold back his tears and rushed to the stone bedside, clutching his arm tightly and crying:

"Platoon leader, don't leave. The rescue team will be here soon. Please wait..."

Shitou was already in his dying stage. He seemed to have returned to his happiest childhood, when he lived with his grandfather and brother in a mud house at the foot of the mountain. Every morning, when the foot of the mountain was still filled with cold mist, the three of them would carry small bamboo baskets and hunting tools into the mountain.

Shitou and his younger brother followed their grandfather all the way to the outskirts of the forest, picked up some firewood and mushrooms, and went home to make a fire and cook, waiting for their grandfather to come back with the prey at noon.

Grandpa rarely returned home empty-handed. Sometimes he would bring back a wild rabbit, sometimes a pheasant. What impressed him most was the time when Grandpa excitedly ran back and asked the two of them to follow him to help. A fat-headed and big-eared wild boar fell into the trap set by Grandpa that time, and the three of them were fed with big meat-filled buns for a whole week. The leftover meat was dried and made into bacon, which was not eaten until the Spring Festival.

The big meat-filled buns that week are still unforgettable to Shitou even after he grew up. Besides the fact that he rarely had access to meat at that time, the happy feeling of living with his grandfather and brother is more memorable.

“…I want to eat another one…”

"What do you want to eat? Platoon Leader, what do you want to eat?"

The young communications soldier cried and asked anxiously, saying that no matter what Platoon Leader Hao wanted to eat, he would go and get it for him.

Shitou's mouth corners slightly raised, as if he saw the hot steam rising from the stove. He and his brother didn't care about the hot steam and were eager to open the lid of the steamer, but were hit on the hand by their grandfather with a branch.

"...I want to eat another big meat bun..."

The young signalman was stunned. They had been drinking millet porridge for two days in the shelter, and there was no meat or flour to make big meat-filled buns.

But this is Platoon Leader Hao's last wish, can't we fulfill it for him...