Chapter 212: Beacon beauties

The injured Cao Zixun, lying on the stretcher for three days, returned to the battlefield.
For the past three days, he had been watching Yange busy in the medical shed, and only when he helped him change his medicine, they would have the opportunity to speak.
He never asked her why she came to such a place.
She is so beautiful, she speaks a foreign language, and she has a better gun than him. Even in this troubled time, he thinks that maybe he will be without him, and she will be very moist.
But she came to the battlefield. This kind of people will leave the battlefield one by one. This meal is a battlefield of mud and sand. How did a lady like her endure it?
In these few nights, the night was quiet and finally no longer busy, she lay down beside him.
With so many wounded people around, there were occasionally moans of the wounded, and they squeezed each other's hands, looked at each other, and fell asleep.
Why she came, he knew the answer without asking.
"Protect yourself." Every time she helped him change his medicine, Cao Ziyi said that.
"it is good."
"When the battle is over and the devils are run away, whether you want to or not, I will marry you."
"it is good."
"In the future, we will have many children and live together for a lifetime. I will spoil you for a lifetime."
"it is good."
Her man, she is very willing to spoil, she will agree to whatever she can.
On the battlefield, this is the most conversation they have.
But in the end it didn't happen.
He lived longer than the host, and longer than she imagined.
However, they did not live after the war.
For so long, she has changed from a paramedic to a soldier next to him.
She followed him every day and even forgotten that she was a host of fans.
In the last war, they defended South City.
He seemed to have a hunch, and suddenly asked her, "Don't regret it later?"
regret?
Of course not. Protecting one's male is a matter of pride and pride for every tree.
But before she spoke, he said, "I won't give you a chance to regret it."
Almost instantly, she understood what he meant.
At the moment he was shot, even if his body was lying on the ground, he turned and fired at her.
She went to pick up his body.
No dodge, no surprise.
She hugged him and fell down with him.
When the moment fell into darkness, Yange seemed to hear a low voice saying "Ayan, see you next time."
This is Cao Ziyu's voice, but it seems not.
The sound was soft, fleeting like a breeze, leaving no trace.
A short while later, Yange has returned to the system space of the enthusiasts.
This time, she didn't have time to look inside, so she asked the chicken: "Did you just feel any other source fluctuations?"
The chick shook his head.
"Did you hear someone speak?"
The chick continued to shake his head, and his eyes looking at Yange were like a neurosis.
But the song didn't feel like she was listening.
She frowned. "Is there a good old lady?"
Call her A Yan, the relationship is certainly not ordinary, if there is an unusual old friend, she would not be impressed.
Chicken: "..."
This piece of wood ate in the bowl and looked at the pot. He was dead and the uniform man was holding her. He was really jealous of it.
Yange sighed: "Or what guy has been embarrassing about my beauty, because I don't dare to appear in front of me because of my inferiority. I can only want to have a dewy marriage with me this way."