Chapter 978
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That gaze was like a pair of hands, a pair of hands that forced you to move forward and not back down. It also gave you the feeling that you had boarded a pirate ship and couldn't get off.
"Don't give up, don't abandon me. I will always take you with me. I will never let go of your hand even if we have to overcome all obstacles until we reach a height that belongs to both of us. Do you dare to continue like this with me? For me, for you, for the sake of not letting down this life, do you want to continue like this? "
Originally, he wanted to give her some time to slowly understand him, to let her know what kind of unit he was in, but it seemed like that was no longer possible. She knew in advance how dangerous the situation he was facing was, so he had no choice but to bring it up quickly so that she could understand and accept it as soon as possible.
Ye Chien didn't say anything. She didn't know how to continue.
One thing was for sure. Even if he wasn't holding her hand, she wouldn't let down this life. He was her goal, and she once wanted to surpass him.
And now, this goal was telling her that he wanted to bring her to the same position, to the same height. … Think about it. … It wasn't that it was difficult to think about. Instead, it was that a flood had formed in her heart. She couldn't calm down, and her entire body was boiling up.
In her previous life, she was mediocre for too long. In this life, there were so many opportunities, and she didn't want to miss any of them. She didn't want to lose any of them.
Ye Chien nodded, gently, and then slowly nodded. He said, "Okay, but I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for myself, so that I won't let down this life. I'll stand beside you, and you'll stand beside me. The same place, the same height … We'll be comrades for life. "
Comrades for life, brothers for life. Never leave, never abandon, never give up.
All the members of the Snowfield Brigade swore that they would be comrades for life. No matter what, they would never give up on their comrades.
Never leave, never abandon, never give up … K7, who was tied up and tossed in the corner, raised his eyes slightly and looked towards the narrow window.
Someone was coming. Not just one, but … more than ten people.
The footsteps got closer and stopped outside. K7 closed his eyes again, pretending that he was still unconscious.
It was useless even if he opened his eyes. Blood flowed into his eyes and stained his eyelashes, blurring his vision. He even saw double when he looked outside.
The next day, other than drinking a mouthful of water, the captives did not eat anything else.
It had been fifty-two hours since he woke up from his coma and struggled to open his eyes that were covered with blood. There was no interrogation or interrogation. It was so peaceful that he could not hear any clues, nor could he determine whether his comrades were coming.
K7 was heavily injured. Even so, ever since he woke up, he had been on high alert. He had been looking for a chance to escape, and he had been trying to figure out a way to escape.
The only weapon he had on him was the belt that was still tied to his trousers. However, this thing had no way of cutting the rope. It was more like strangling someone's neck.
His ragtag military uniform was torn in many places, and his flesh was covered with fine sand. As he breathed, the fine sand seemed to be grinding against his charred flesh. No matter how strong his body was, if the fine sand was not washed out, there was no hope for his wounds to heal.
K7, who hadn't moved for 52 hours, moved his head slightly. It was this slight movement that made people feel like he was still alive.
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