Chapter 1787 (1/2)

”Don't forget us. We will take care of ourselves. You also take care of yourself. Say hello to Jiaqi and Fu chief for me.”

”Good.”

Put down your mobile phone, listen to the exercise voice outside the window, and gently twist your heart. The original life of some decisions is really not easy, once missed, perhaps there is no possibility of turning back.

At this time, there was a knock outside the door. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Zhong Jiaqi saying to her slightly dignified, ”quiet, prepare for it.”

”What to prepare.” You don't understand.

Zhong Jiaqi took her hand and said, ”Zhongting just called me to say that Tang Jiyao's task has been successfully completed and will be back soon.”

”Really?” Jingyou suddenly showed a happy smile and immediately held zhongjiaqi's hand. Her excitement was full of expression. Tension and excitement accompanied her and sparkled in her eyes.

But Zhong Jiaqi doesn't seem to have a lot of smiles, which makes Jingyou unable to untie: ”it doesn't mean that the task has been completed smoothly, but how can you look unhappy?” Jingyou turns to think about it, then she tightens her shoulder and asks, ”Jiaqi, can you tell me if he has another accident?”

The thought of panic flashed in her quiet mind, but she could not think of other possibilities, so her face turned pale for a moment.

”No, he's fine.” Zhong Jiaqi quickly shook her head to appease him. ”It's not him. You can rest assured that he's OK.”

”That is...”

Zhong Jiaqi then said, ”yes, we have two soldiers who have died. They are on their way back. Put on your uniform and go to meet us.”

Jingyou is also surprised: ”wait for me, I'll be right away.”

The troops drove them to the airport.

All the soldiers stood there in an orderly way. The scene was solemn. They watched the apron in front of them. The engine room opened slowly.

Jing you has a special identity, so fu Zhongting allows her to stand with Zhong Jiaqi. But behind the team, in front of them, are all leaders of military officers.

Standing beside Zhong Jiaqi, Jingyou feels the powerful sadness that never existed. They are Iron-blooded soldiers and fearless warriors. On the battlefield, they can forget their life and death, but they are also human beings, flesh and blood, children of their parents, husbands and wives, parents and mothers of their children. They are like millions of ordinary people. No There are privileges, no King Kong is not bad body, they bear more than a thousand times the risk of ordinary people, even at any time to die for the country.

Jingyou sees the soldiers coming down.

The leader was Tang Jiyao. He was dressed in a straight uniform, but he was surrounded by a small jar wrapped in a five-star red flag. He knew that it was his comrade's urn.

He went home with his comrades in arms.

Later soldiers also held a urn of ashes.

This time, they sacrificed two comrades in arms, one of whom died to protect Tang Jiyao.

”Salute --”

with a single command, all the welcoming soldiers made a uniform salute. It's a courtesy to the hero. It's to welcome the hero home, but tears are accumulating in everyone's eyes.

The families of the two soldiers were also received here. Their wives and children were here. It is said that the elderly parents could not bear the news and fainted on the spot.

The children cry, the father and the wife cry, all around everyone's ears, let quiet tears flow down their faces.

These real heroes, today's peaceful life, are all paid and sacrificed by them in unknown ways. It's really heartbreaking.

Apart from the crowd in the distance, I watched Tang Jiyao quietly.