Chapter 1882

Love on the battlefield is very precious, and in this special environment of the battlefield, it often bursts out very intense.

Blazing, it means to come quickly and go quickly.

The friendship forged in the battle will often be very lasting, will accompany a lifetime, and will occupy a special position in the heart. It is neither family nor relatives, but it is detached from the relationship between family and friends. In the battle, one can die instead of the other without hesitation.

In the age of underdeveloped communication, the number of friends who have lived and died together may never have a chance to say a word again after returning home, but this does not prevent two men far away from the ends of the earth from silently thinking about another man or many men who are willing to give their lives for him all their life.

Only on the battlefield can we cultivate friendship. This special friendship is usually summarized by comrades in arms.

The love on the battlefield is different. Love is love, which should not be mixed with anything else, nor can it be mixed with anything else. When love is mixed with iron and blood, it may be separated at any time, that is, it may be forced to end this love forever at any time, such love will be more enthusiastic.

War is like fire. It can quench all the impurities in emotion. The quenched friendship is more appropriate than the word Jinjian.

Love tempered by the war is also purer than gold, but love should not be accompanied by iron and blood. Love should be accompanied by flowers and honey.

Love should be sweet and should not appear on the cruel battlefield. Therefore, love often can not stand the test of the battlefield. When the battle is over, a passionate love will disappear.

Of course, if love has also withstood the test, and has withstood the cruelest and most tragic test, such love can only be described as everlasting.

Cui Bo and Lilia have only known each other for a few days. He hasn't even pulled Lilia's hand. They are just two ordinary soldiers on the battlefield. From the first side of each other, they face the result that they will separate at any time and never again. However, this doesn't prevent Cui Bo from experiencing the pain of tearing his heart.

Cui Bo leaned against the flat car. When he first saw Lilia, the flat car she was sitting on, and now the flat car holding Lilia's body lay on the ground, motionless, feeling the pain of her heart being torn slowly.

What qualifications does treble have to suffer?

He didn't even hold Lilia's hand.

Lilia is not Cui Bo's girlfriend, not even a comrade in arms. He just saw a beautiful girl who wanted to make friends with others. Now before he made friends, the beautiful girl died. Does it have anything to do with him?

Treble really has no right to suffer, but he is very painful.

A relationship has not yet had the chance to become the most precious love, but it is really hot enough for Cui Bo, but his emotional sustenance has been taken away from his life forever by the war, and this is not the result of the result, but the root of Cui Bo's pain.

What's more painful is that you don't know who to look for if you want revenge. If you want to hate, hate this damn war.

Cui Bo covered his ears and closed his eyes. He didn't want to hear any sound or see anything. He didn't want to see light. He just wanted to hide.

Cui Bo lay motionless on the ground. Many people stood there and looked at him silently. The driver was carrying a group of plastic cloth to cover the body. He looked at the painful Cui Bo silently. Several aunts called to tidy up the remains of female soldiers were crying silently, but they were full of helplessness.

Li JinFang clenched his teeth very tightly, clenched his fists, looked at the sky and stood there motionless. The whole person was like a silent statue.

Cui Bo's feelings have not yet had time to become love, but Li JinFang has experienced a more painful past.

Finally, Cui Bo's tightly closed mouth opened. After a few breaths of air, he finally shouted out!

"Ah! Ah! Ah..."

As he shouted, treble began to cry. Although he closed his eyes, he couldn't help crying.

Despair, desolation.

Gao Yang and groliov were involuntarily relieved.

"All right, all right, just cry."

"Wait, let him cry."

Gao Yang looked uncomfortable, but Jerry was stunned on his face.

Gao Yang didn't know why Jerry was surprised, but he thought about it and didn't ask.

The driver with the plastic cloth sighed, put down the plastic cloth in his hand, squatted in front of Cui Bo, gently patted him on the shoulder, and whispered slowly: "get up..."

No one knows what to say. Those aunts began to sob and wipe their tears at this time. Too sad pictures can always resonate with them. This is human nature, especially the elderly women, which is the same all over the world.

Chubb didn't stand up, but he finally began to cry loudly.

Gao Yang pulled out his ears uneasily, and then he whispered, "work."

Groliov and Gao Yang began to move the body down from the flat car, and then Gao Yang said to Li JinFang and Jerry, "don't be stunned, move."

Jerry pointed to treble, shook his head and said, "leave him alone and do your own business."

Jerry began to move the body with Li JinFang in silence. Soon, when he carried it to Lilia, Gao Yang stopped, walked to the other side of the flat car, squatted in front of Cui Bo, and whispered, "get up, look at her for the last time, and then we'll bury her."

I don't want to hear it, but how can I isolate all the sounds.

Cui Bo opened his eyes, sighed a long sigh, tilted his head, stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand to pull the double crutches thrown around him, pulled out Gao Yang's hand to help him up, and slowly stood up.

Looking at Lilia's no longer beautiful face, treble took a deep breath, and then said to the solemn tractor driver standing next to him, "what do you do with these bodies?"

"We will bury these bodies and mark them. We will treat these dead soldiers well. They will be buried in a public cemetery."

Cui Bo turned his head again, looked at Lilia deeply, and whispered, "I won't bury her. Let her be buried with her comrades in arms. In this way, if someone comes to find her, it's easy to find her graveyard. We'll bury it. After we leave, we won't find her for a long time."

His voice was low and hoarse. After slowly saying that, Cui Bo took his crutches, swayed step by step, lowered his head, and slowly walked towards the basement. He had found Lilia and didn't have to wait any longer.