GBP Chapter 134 What a good girl
Chapter 134 What a good girl
Nan Qiao took the opportunity to break free from Wang Qi's hand. She looked at Wang Qi with a gentle smile in her eyes and said, "Wang Qi, lead the 233rd Regiment to fight well. I believe you will win this war!"
After saying that, Nan Qiao rushed towards the terrifying tank without hesitation.
Her figure seemed so small in the hail of bullets, yet so determined, like a burning flame, rushing straight towards the steel behemoth, determined to destroy it completely.
Wang Qi stared blankly at Nan Qiao's receding back, tears welling up in his eyes.
Wang Qi's eyes were fixed on Nan Qiao's resolute back, and every nerve in his body seemed to be frozen at this moment.
The battlefield was filled with smoke and the sound of gunfire was deafening, but in his world, it seemed that the only thing left was Nan Qiao's gradually receding figure.
Nan Qiao was like a burning flame, carrying a pack of explosives tied to his body, and rushed towards the raging tank regardless of everything.
Her figure was light yet extremely determined, she moved flexibly through the hail of bullets, dodging the enemy's dense firepower.
Every bullet whizzing past her was like the whistling of death passing by, but she was not afraid at all. All she saw was the steel behemoth tank and her determination to destroy it.
She broke through layer after layer of enemy defenses. The enemy's bullets poured towards her madly, but none of them could stop her advance.
Finally, Nan Qiao approached the tank. Without any hesitation, she resolutely rushed towards the tank. At that moment, flames shot up into the sky and the huge explosion shook the earth.
With the earth-shaking explosion, the new tank that had been wreaking havoc on the battlefield was finally blown to pieces. After flames shot up into the sky, it completely lost its function and turned into a pile of scrap metal emitting black smoke.
Wang Qi watched this scene with his own eyes, feeling as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand and then torn apart.
Tears flowed uncontrollably from his red eyes and streamed freely down his cheeks. His lips trembled and his throat seemed to be choked by something, making it impossible for him to make a sound.
However, in just a short moment, the grief that penetrated deep into his bones turned into endless anger and strength.
Wang Qi suddenly raised his head and roared towards the sky. The roar was filled with his reluctance to leave Nan Qiao, his hatred for the enemy, and his determination to avenge Nan Qiao.
His eyes became even redder due to congestion, like two burning flames.
"Brothers, follow me and charge! Avenge the dead soldiers!" Wang Qi endured the severe pain in his heart as if it was about to explode, waved the weapon in his hand, and rushed towards the enemy first.
The soldiers were also shocked by Nan Qiao's heroic sacrifice and inspired by Wang Qi's roar of grief and indignation. With red eyes and clenched teeth, they shouted the slogan "Revenge for the dead soldiers!" and followed Wang Qi like a surging tide, bravely charging towards the enemy's position.
The situation on the battlefield changed instantly. The soldiers seemed to be injected with endless strength. They shouted slogans of revenge, with raging anger burning in their eyes, and bravely rushed towards the enemy.
The weapon in his hand flashed coldly in the sunlight, and every swing was carried with the determination to kill. The gunshots resounded through the sky, and bullets rained down on the enemy.
The enemy was caught off guard by this sudden and fierce counterattack and their formation was thrown into chaos.
The soldiers of the 233rd Regiment pursued the victory and, with their tenacious will and fearless courage, engaged in a fierce close combat with the enemy.
For a moment, the shouts and screams on the battlefield were intertwined, and the blood dyed the earth red.
Thanks to the heroic fighting of the soldiers, the 233rd Regiment finally won this difficult battle.
The smoke gradually dissipated, and the battlefield was in ruins, with corpses lying everywhere and the ground pitted by explosions.
At the moment the battle ended, Wang Qi seemed to have lost his soul. The image of Nan Qiao rushing towards the tank with determination kept echoing in his mind.
He stumbled towards the destroyed tank, his eyes panicked and anxious, and he kept muttering: "Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao..."
He stopped beside the pile of rubble-like tank wreckage and began to search frantically, ignoring the smoke and pungent smell that had not yet dissipated around him.
His hands trembled as he tried to find even a tiny fragment of Nan Qiao's body among the pile of scrap metal and dust, even just a trace that could prove her existence.
However, he searched every corner and dug away layer after layer of dust, but found nothing.
Nan Qiao seemed to have completely disappeared in the explosion, leaving nothing that belonged to her.
Just when Wang Qi was almost in despair, he suddenly saw a broken saber at the bottom of a cloud of dust.
Even though the saber was incomplete, Wang Qi recognized it at a glance. It was the one he had given to Nan Qiao.
In an instant, Wang Qi's tears burst out like a flood. He rushed forward and hugged the saber tightly, just like he was hugging Nan Qiao.
His body was shaking violently, and his crying was particularly sad in the silent battlefield.
"Qiaoqiao, why are you leaving like this? You promised me that we would see victory together..."
Wang Qi's cries drifted in the wind, but he never received a response from Nan Qiao. Only the saber lay quietly in his arms, as if telling about the past and the deep affection that could never be renewed.
The surviving soldiers of the Second Battalion dragged their tired and heavy bodies and slowly walked towards this side.
Their bodies were covered in traces of gunpowder and blood, and their faces still showed the determination and grief that had not faded after the fierce battle.
When they saw Wang Qizhen hugging the broken saber tightly and crying bitterly, the sadness suppressed in their hearts was instantly touched.
The eyes of these usually strong soldiers also became red and tears welled up in their eyes. In the end, they couldn't help but sob.
Nan Qiao's every smile and frown involuntarily emerged in their minds.
I remember that she always had a gentle smile on her face and cared about every soldier; I remember her firm eyes in difficult times, encouraging everyone to move forward; I remember that she fought side by side with everyone, fearlessly and heroically.
What a good girl, how could she just disappear like this?
Just then, the head of the group came over with heavy steps.
His face was full of regret and heartache. Looking at Wang Qi's grief-stricken appearance, his heart ached.
The team leader slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand, and patted Wang Qi's shoulder gently with a guilty heart.