Life and death were up to fate. It was not up to anyone…
The doctors shook their heads, indicating that there was nothing they could do. The injury was too serious, and almost all the blood in his body had flowed out… It was already a miracle that he could last until now.
Xia Jinyuan didn't let the doctors rescue J5 anymore. He hugged his comrade tightly. Beside him was a group of strong men and a group of special forces soldiers who were bleeding but not crying. At this moment, they were still forcing their tears back into their eyes. Their eyes were red, and the veins on their foreheads were hideous like trapped beasts.
J5, who was lying in Xia Jinyuan's arms, no longer had the strength to open his eyes. He could only move his pale lips very slowly. "Brothers, sing a song for me. Don't treat me like I'm dead. Just take it as though I've been discharged from the army…"
