A series of souls that seemed to have no end were tearing at the corners of his clothes. Their faces were blurry and unclear. He didn't know why he thought he could call out each of their names, but they didn't say a word and were very quiet.
If he hadn't turned around, he wouldn't have seen them, but now he turned around.
As he looked at them, they just looked back at him, the dead, all the dead, all the dead on this land, looking at him at the same time.
It was creepy, but not out of fear.
Who could possibly be watched by so many dead people at once, he thought, no one could do it, no one,
He said to them, I'm sorry.
"I still have things to do. You've done what you should do, but I haven't. My captain, those who are still alive still need me. I can't give up on them, just like I can't give up on you..."
He looked at all the souls lining up behind him and solemnly promised them,
He said, I will take you home, every one of you.
So the dead people loosened their hands that were pulling at the corners of his clothes and let go of his soul, and he began to fall, falling. Countless hands chose to believe in him and send him back to do what he should do. They said, "He will come back, he will come back."
Shuo Yu heard two different voices shouting in his two ears at the same time. In his left ear, his captain was calling him to "come back", and in his right ear, the souls of the dead were muttering "go home". They were just a group of children who had forgotten everything except going home.
The two voices intertwined and tore at his soul.
The next moment, it was as if he suddenly emerged from the bottom of the water. His head was splitting as if it was about to explode. He gasped for air as if he was short of air, but his eyes seemed to be stuck with glue and he couldn't open them. He tried hard to see something, but when he opened them with great effort, he saw the ghost of Milong dancing with his face close to his.
Before he could say anything, the guy started shouting as if he was going to eat him, and he ran away.
"Oh my god, Banxianer is alive!"
At one moment, all the heads that could still move came over. Shuo Yu looked at the heads surrounding him and felt that it was a bit too noisy. He wanted to close his eyes again so that he couldn't see anything, but an unconscious smile was on his lips.
He thought, he's back again.
The first person he saw clearly was Ayi, who was the first to crawl towards him, as if he was crying for him, with his snot and tears almost indistinguishable.
This guy fell down when he came over with a look of surprise, and he didn't realize it at all. He rushed over regardless, wiping the corners of his eyes with his small cloth. There was a sense of excitement in his tone, and his speech was a little incoherent.
"Shuo Yu, you finally woke up! We, we really...really thought you were killed by the Japanese's poison gas. Luckily, you're okay. The regiment commander said you were just asleep, but Fanla said you weren't breathing, so you must be dead... Luckily, Fanla was wrong again..."
"Yes, yes, the young master is wrong again. Who is this Banxianer here? Which blind ox-headed and horse-faced person would dare to take such a person away? Is that right?"
"That's right, Banxian'er is a good person! Good people will be rewarded!"
"That's right, God is watching us from above! Good people won't die so easily."
Shuo Yu looked at the first few people who came over and smiled. At this moment, he really wanted to go to Fanla's head and ask him why he always hoped that he would die. What good would it do him if he died?
Ayi started wiping his tears again, but before he could stop howling, he was pushed away by the others. Then he saw a very clean face, even his beard had been shaved, but the shaving was messy, resulting in small cuts all over it - it was their leader.
Those bright eyes were smiling as they looked at him, their eyes almost touching his nose, as if they wanted to see him clearly and carefully, not wanting to miss anything.
Shuo Yu realized belatedly that the cloth on his face had disappeared, but no one commented on the wound on his face. Later, when he saw the half of Zhang Lixian's face corroded by poison gas, he knew why.
But now he looked at Si La Si La who was so close to him, and thought that it was Si La who called him back, otherwise he might have really been blown away by that gust of wind.
He blinked at the person who didn't blink at him, and smiled at him deliberately.
"Captain, do I look good?"
Si La Si La stood up straight, nodded, and looked like a charlatan, making a judgment on him.
"Yes, it's Banxian'er, that's for sure! Alright, alright, what are you all doing? Go back to your business. I told him he'd be fine after a nap. Milong, go check on your machine guns. Don't let me hear that your assistant gunner is injured again! Damn it, that cripple, have you rested enough? Get up, get up, within three meters! He Shuguang, check your fuel. Don't let me down when the time comes!"
Dead, dead, it was as if he just wanted to confirm whether the body contained the same kind-hearted half-immortal. After confirming it, he left again. Before leaving, he hurriedly issued a lot of instructions. Now he did not need the orders of Master Yu. The elites were no different from cannon fodder. No matter why, they would listen to his orders.
In their forced collaboration, they had already developed a high degree of tacit understanding that even they themselves were not aware of.
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