These strips of cloth are his cocoon, but they are more than just these strips of cloth.
The strips of cloth were removed, and the things that were originally tied together fell apart. The trend could no longer be suppressed.
The pain of his flesh and blood being torn apart instantly overwhelmed him. His only consciousness was to try not to make any sound. Perhaps even God was helping him. Not only did the sound of artillery fire ring out outside the tree fort, but also the roar of bombers circling not far above them.
Anti-aircraft guns, 105mm cannons, 75mm mountain cannons, aerial bombs... the world was suddenly divided into two, one was the outside full of gunpowder, and the other was inside them.
The uncontrollable sound from his mouth would sometimes be heard along with the sound of bombs dropped from planes. Everyone had a premonition that this was the last time. After all, Takeuchi outside was almost bankrupt this time and had invested a lot of money. He planned to go all in.
The sound of explosions outside has not stopped since the dawn, and each time it becomes more intense than the last.
Shuo Yu could no longer see anything else in his ears. He just watched himself slowly rising up, and all tangible things were moving away from him little by little. Not far in front of him, there was a warm light shining on him, guiding him to where he should go.
He saw his original body turning into a pool of clear water at an extremely impossible speed.
All the tears hidden in my heart and pressed in my body have become concrete at this moment.
And then there was nothing.
He saw Fanla and his former rival huddled together, surrounding a grenade named Xiaozui by Zhang Lixian. They looked at each other and thought, "Maybe they could really die together. That would at least be better than being killed by the Japanese devils."
He saw Si La holding Dog Meat and pointing his gun towards the outside.
He saw that Milong thought he had found a reliable weapon in his hand, and he would have to make up for the loss when the people outside rushed in. He never knew how Milong could calculate the accounts when he couldn't even figure out thirty numbers. Maybe he had his own set of accounts in his mind.
He saw Bula Yaoma leaning against each other and smiling, wanting to see who could kill Xiao Dongyang more.
He also saw Death Star holding the knife with a curved blade in his hand and talking to his brother with his head down.
…
Finally he saw the South Gate of Heaven, and the real South Gate of Heaven was slowly opening to him.
When no one noticed, the big tree that had been cut off from life by artillery, steel bars and cement began to take root and sprout again. The dead things came back to life, and a little green appeared on the branch closest to the sky.
In the thick fog where nothing could be seen clearly, Silasila fired three shots into the fog, and then watched the black figures rushing in. They spoke Chinese and said they were from the 353rd Regiment in the nearby defense zone participating in the general attack on crossing the river, and were coming to support them under the orders of Commander Yu. There was no need to ask which Commander Yu it was, because they only knew a man named Yu.
Meng Fanle didn't know whether his regimental commander believed it or not, but he did believe it anyway. After all, the other party had water and food in their hands. Besides, why would he lie to them? They were just a bunch of scum thrown on the Nantian Gate. Even if they died, they would die well-fed.
He looked at the guy who was feeding their commander water and he himself started crying like a tearful man, not knowing why. What was there to cry about?
But at this moment, he suddenly wanted to turn around and take a look... Wait! Meng Fanle suddenly turned around and looked behind him, looking at the thirty-seven heads that he was very familiar with, including his own.
So who did he want to look back at, Ayi?
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