Waves of sharp pain constantly stimulated Lu Huaiyan's nerves.
He was so tired all over that he didn't even have the strength to treat his wounds.
Lu Huaiyan in the picture had been fighting for an unknown period of time, and there was hardly a single piece of healthy flesh on his body. After staggering a step, he fell into the ruins, covered in wounds.
He could clearly feel his physical strength draining away, but his face was numb and expressionless.
With his head turned to look in the direction of his motherland, Lu Huaiyan thought he had already prepared for sacrifice, but when this moment really came, he still felt bitter.
He thought to himself that he had finally let down the person he loved the most.
All the words that had not yet been conveyed were buried deep in my heart.
All the scenes in the dream were so real. His comrades fell one after another in front of him. Everyone was very unwilling to accept this, but defeat was an irreversible result.
At that moment, Lu Huaiyan seemed to see the millions of displaced people behind him. He felt very distressed when he saw that they had lost their homes because of the war.
His duty was to defend his country, but due to wrong decisions, he failed to protect them.
He clearly remembered that the troops had received an extremely urgent secret report at that time. In his dream, he was a bystander and saw with his own eyes that when the secret report was about to be sent out, the task issued in it was for them to quickly support Bridge No. 7.
But when the secret information reached the troops, it was suddenly tampered with by someone. It was originally said that they were going to go to Bridge No. 7, but in the end it was changed to support Bridge No. 3.
As soon as the team received the notice, they set out without hesitation and rushed to Bridge No. 3. Then they fell into a trap carefully set by the enemy.
In this accident, Lu Huaiyan watched his comrades trapped but was unable to do anything.
When they arrived at Bridge No. 3, they were instantly surrounded by thick smoke and the enemy's heavy machine guns were firing crazily. Most of the soldiers were killed or injured before they even had time to react.
Bridge No. 3 was surrounded by ambushes. Even if they realized later that they had fallen into a trap, they were already trapped in the jar and could not escape the enemy's hands and could only be slaughtered.
Bullets kept coming like a storm, and the ground was covered with flying dust.
Landmines and bombs kept exploding, flames shot into the sky, and many soldiers were blown to death. Blood flowed all over the ground, and wailing was heard in their ears.
The result was obvious. Their team was caught off guard by the sudden ambush and suffered heavy casualties.
Because they were surrounded by enemy traps and had nowhere to escape, they ended up being completely wiped out.
Lu Huaiyan watched Wang Henglei, the son of Political Commissar Wang, die on the spot. He was completely dead and there was nothing he could do to save him.
When Political Commissar Wang received the news, he couldn't accept it. He was stunned and filled with grief.
After being stunned for a moment, he immediately cursed the enemy heartbreakingly, his heart filled with rage, and rushed towards the enemy's position with the driver regardless of everything.
Because he was furious and grief-stricken at the moment, his behavior was extremely impulsive and irrational. All he wanted to do was to avenge the dead soldiers and his son, to eliminate the enemy, and to tear open the enemy's defenses by himself.
But he was really outnumbered, so the result was naturally failure.
The enemy's firepower was too fierce. Several shells exploded around them and the vehicles were instantly engulfed in flames.
In the blink of an eye, Political Commissar Wang also died heroically.
After the car exploded, he was burned to nothing but bone fragments, which were mixed with the car debris and could not be picked out.
Lu Huaiyan recalled the scenes in his dream, and the more he thought about it, the more real it seemed, as if these things had actually happened.
If it was a dream, how could he remember it so clearly?
Thinking of this, Lu Huaiyan couldn't help but look up at the layers of dark clouds outside, his brows tightly furrowed, and an idea emerged in his mind.
Could that dream be a hint from God?
Fearing that they would suffer heavy casualties, he was allowed to have a dream to prevent possible dangers and setbacks in the future.
Thinking of this, Lu Huaiyan's eyes darkened.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible.
Late at night, Lu Huaiyan fell asleep again with heavy thoughts on his mind. He did not have any dreams in the second half of the night.
However, he was burdened with worries and did not sleep well. He woke up in the middle of the night before daybreak.
After waking up, he felt dizzy and his mind was still full of the nightmare from last night. For some reason, a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart again.
He frowned tightly, picked up the military jacket beside him, put it on, and without even taking a rest for a while, he quickly stood up and walked towards the tent next door.
When he opened the tent curtain, he immediately felt the solemn and serious atmosphere in the tent.
At this moment, it was still dark outside. There was a kerosene lamp lit in the tent. The light was dim, and there was an inexplicable feeling of depression.
At this time, inside the tent, Political Commissar Wang was sitting with Commander Fang and several other high-ranking generals of the troops. They were sitting around a simple wooden table, each one looking more serious and solemn than the other.
On the wooden table, there was a battle map, and several people were discussing the next strategic deployment of the troops with serious expressions.
As soon as Lu Huaiyan walked in, several people immediately noticed him.
When Political Commissar Wang saw him coming in, he frowned and asked with concern, "Huai Yan, why are you here? You've been so tired for so long, why don't you rest in the tent for a while? What are you doing here?"
Chief Fang also looked over with concern, sighed helplessly, and said, "Yes, Chief Lu, health is the capital of revolution, you need to rest well, don't force yourself to work hard, what if you damage your body?"
When Lu Huaiyan heard this, his face darkened and he felt a complex emotion that he couldn't explain.
They haven't had much rest, and yet they are still so concerned about him.
He looked solemn, and secretly swore in his heart that he must not let the scene in his dream happen, and he must lead his army to victory.
"I've had a good rest and I feel energetic now." Lu Huaiyan responded in a deep voice.
Then he strode to the wooden table, put his hands on the table, lowered his eyes, and carefully scanned every point marked on the map, recalling what happened in his dream.
It wasn't until he saw Bridge No. 3 and Bridge No. 7 that his heart sank.
On the map, the locations of the two bridges were very close, and were extremely similar to the scene in his dream last night.
He clearly had never been to these two places, so how could he know their locations in his dream?
Lu Huaiyan's face was gloomy, and he suddenly remembered that before leaving the capital, when he was in the military district, Jiang Xiachu had specifically called him and reminded him to pay attention to news about the war.
She said it is important to avoid misjudgments and the authenticity of news.
It matched exactly what happened in his dream.
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