Chapter 751

Moyz looked surprised when he saw Eric.

"Ah, political commissar, you're here. I was just about to let someone inform you that our telephone line was blown off and that damn radio --"

As he said this, he suddenly coughed twice, and a mass of blood gushed out of his mouth.

A boy who looked twelve or thirteen years old stood by and immediately picked up the towel.

"No."

Pushing aside the boy's towel, Moiz waved to Eric.

"Commissar, I can't. I want to ask you for something."

"Moiz, what's going on?"

"Nothing. I was bitten by a bullet when I took someone to blow up a tank."

Eric stepped forward and opened the corner of the quilt.

A big hole was opened in Moiz's abdomen, which was already rotten, and his right leg was cut off from below his knee.

"Isn't it bad? I've smelled the smell of dead people many times before, but I never thought I would smell myself."

"Moiz..."

"Commissar, can you promise me one thing?"

The man called the boy to his side and gently stroked each other's head. The boy just hung his head and didn't say a word.

"His name is Jacob, my son, political commissar. You know, people like me who lick blood with a knife head don't deserve to have a family. He and his mother lived in seclusion in the nest until one day they were discovered by one of my enemies..."

The gang leader said, coughed a few more times, and his breath gradually weakened.

"Jacob, I'm sorry I didn't protect your mother... I know you've hated me all these years."

The boy remained silent.

Then the man turned his eyes to Eric.

"Commissar, if you can, please make Jacob as glorious and great as you, or... At least make him an ordinary man, not a rat in the gutter like me."

Eric knew that the other side was going to be alone, but he didn't know whether he could survive the war.

But in order to reassure his old comrades in arms, he nodded and said:

"I see. I'll arrange it. If I have a chance, I'll arrange for Jacob to enter Chung Si college."

In addition to the children of martyrs recruited by the Ministry of military affairs, there are also places recommended by political commissars in service.

"Sir, the priest is here."

The door was opened and a priest entered the warm but smelly room.

Soon, lights were lit around Moiz, burning bowls of incense.

His life is coming to an end.

"Sir, you can start."

The priest leaned down and held the canon and eagle emblem in his hand.

Moiz gasped, squeezed out his last strength, and his trembling lips spit out weak words:

"Praise the name of the God Emperor, because he saved a poor sinner like me... I was once his enemy, far away from God, but he stretched out to me through his spirit because of love... Led me to the God Emperor and taught me this rebellion... I felt happy to open my eyes to see my dying God Emperor

Thank you for your salvation... Have mercy on me according to your kindness... Smear my faults according to your abundant compassion... Wash away my faults and purify my sins... I have sinned and done evil in your eyes... "

Gradually, the man's breath became shorter, but his voice became weaker and weaker,

The priest almost had to put his ear on his face to hear clearly.

"... God Emperor... Please create a clean heart for me... So that I can have a new and upright spirit... Do not abandon me... And do not take back your Holy Spirit from me... Please make me still enjoy salvation... Please listen to my humble prayer... With the eternal golden throne

Name..... "

With the last gasp, the man lost all his strength and closed his eyes forever.

The priest then straightened up and made a celestial Eagle salute with his hands on his chest.

"Dear God, we have entrusted the soul of our servant moyz to the throne. He has completed his life journey. This man has worked hard all his life and left a good example. He has firm faith and high fighting spirit and fights against the enemies of mankind. Please bring his soul into the place of light and happiness

It is holy to be in the fellowship of all saints, to obey the commandments of the emperor of God and to keep the holy way. "

The soldiers of the wild dog Gang, the most tenacious soldiers, cried sadly.

Alec's oily and sweaty hand held moyz's hand tightly until it was confirmed that he had finally died.

Somehow, he felt that his mind was blank, and he felt that some things were pulled out of his body, torn to pieces and floated away.

When he wandered out of the command room, he didn't notice that all the soldiers were saluting him.

At this time, an officer with a bandage on his head came in a hurry.

"Political commissar Eric, a section of the city wall was broken through, the green skins occupied the commanding height, and Zhengyuan kept pouring up!"

Eric was stunned for a few seconds and then asked:

"Why not fight back."

"Er... Organized several counterattacks, but they all failed. The officers thought -"

Before he finished, Eric had already stepped towards the area with the most intense gunfire, and the Officer immediately chased him.

He went all the way along the trench, and shells kept exploding over his head. The soil raised made him gray, but Eric didn't care.

Now he just feels he needs some kind of explosion.

When he entered the command post, everyone did not expect him to appear. Whether it was a temporary officer or a gang leader, they looked at the political commissar who suddenly appeared.

Eric glanced at the crowd. He didn't say any more nonsense.

"Comrades in arms, your commander and boss have just died. Now I will take his place."

Then he raised his hand and pointed to a smoke filled parapet in the distance.

"Now, my first order, recapture the lost position!"

Everyone was stunned and then looked at each other.

Eric seemed to have guessed this, smiled and said:

"This charge is led by me. Anyone who dares to fight back will never agree. If I step back, any of you can shoot me."

With that, he pulled out the bomb gun at his waist and turned to his adjutant.

"You will guard the flag."

"Yes, sir."

Finally, a gang leader with mossy hair and leather jacket spoke.

"Political commissar, calm down. Now the enemy has occupied a high place and deployed heavy firepower. In any case, he can't rush up!"

With one leader, others spoke one after another.

"Yes, the enemy's firepower is too fierce. Why don't you ask astat for support."

"Political commissar can't be impulsive."

Eric remained unmoved and pinned two grenades to his waist.

"Political commissar, wait."

Then a veteran officer spoke.

"We'll just rush again."

Eric shook his head.

"If I really want to sacrifice, I should be the first."

With that, he walked out of the command post with a bomb gun, and others followed.