Special Forces: Signing into the Marvel System at the Beginning

"Stop, save your strength, there are others who need you." Tang Ming came to Dr. Xu, helped him up from the ground, and advised him in a difficult voice.

"I'm OK, I'm OK." Dr. Xu struggled to continue rescuing Xiaohu, but Tang Ming's strength was surprisingly strong and he couldn't move at all.

"Look at your hands, look at Xiaohu, is it really okay? Stop, we all know you tried your best."

Tang Ming said sadly.

Dr. Xu looked at his trembling hands and was stunned for three seconds. Finally, he put his head in his hands and burst into tears.

"He, he is still a child"

As a doctor, the most difficult thing to accept is to watch a living life slip away from your hands.

"Wang Xiaohu! Open your fucking eyes! I won't allow you to die. Did you hear that?!"

The monitor jumped on Xiaohu like crazy, grabbed Xiaohu's clothes, roared, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Squad leader! Calm down!"

"Squad leader! Just let Xiaohu leave in peace."

Other soldiers in the class came up to dissuade him one after another. Everyone had tears on their faces and couldn't stop crying.

The leader of their group also rushed over at this time. When he saw the lifeless little tiger on the ground, his eyes instantly turned red.

But as a leader, as a commander, he is the backbone of all the soldiers in their regiment.

He couldn't cry, and there were more important things to do now than Xiaohu's death.

If we don't seize the time to build the second flood control line, not a single soldier will die by then, but hundreds of thousands of people in the city.

"Liu Tao! What are you doing? Stand up!"

The group leader came to Squad Leader Xiaohu and scolded while holding back his grief.

Liu Tao was still immersed in the grief of losing Xiaohu, and he did not obey even the commander's order.

The group leader reached out angrily and lifted Liu Tao up from the ground, then slapped him in the face and shouted angrily: "Liu Tao! Stand at attention!"

After being slapped, Liu Tao regained some consciousness, stood up straight mechanically, looked at the leader with a choked voice, and said with red eyes: "Captain, Xiaohu is gone, he is only eighteen years old, why is the Lord of Hell... He will be the one taken away."

The group leader took a deep look at Xiaohu on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes.

Turning away, he secretly wiped away his tears, and then shouted loudly: "I am also very heartbroken to lose such a young and outstanding warrior."

"But now is not the time to be immersed in personal feelings. Look back at the people in the city behind you. Think about the women and children."

"If we don't hurry up and build the second flood control line, thousands of children like Xiaohu will die tomorrow!"

"Which is more important, do I need to emphasize it again? Now we must turn our grief and anger into strength and race against time to build the flood control line! We can't let the little tiger's sacrifice be in vain!"

The captain's words struck hard in the hearts of every soldier, awakening them.

yes!

Now was not the time for them to be sad.

If they fail to build the second flood control line and withstand a new round of heavy rain, then they will lose more than just a comrade.

And the dead tiger didn't want to delay the construction of the flood control line because of him, right?

If he was still alive, he would definitely work hard with them.

"Go, contact Xiaohu's family and ask them to see Xiaohu off for the last time. Remember to change him into clean and comfortable clothes. Our soldiers cannot leave in such a mess."

The group leader looked at Xiaohu with great guilt and grief, and clenched his hands into fists.

He is also a man with children, and his children are as old as Xiaohu.

When he saw Xiaohu, he thought of his own child.

My heart hurts like being cut by a knife.

How should he explain to this child's parents!

If a good person is handed over to the state and handed into his hands, how can he be said to be gone?

What a sinner he is!

At this time, the division commander, who was physically unable to support himself, also rushed over with the help of the police officer.

He looked at the little tiger on the ground, his facial muscles trembling with sadness.

He squatted down with difficulty and slowly, and gently wiped all the dirt off Xiaohu's face with his hands.

He said with a trembling voice: "Good boy, you are a good boy, but I can't help you."

"Don't worry and go. I will make proper arrangements for your family. In this life, the country cannot help you. In the next life, I will definitely give you a stable and prosperous motherland."

The police officers on the sidelines also burst into tears. They did not expect Xiaohu's death.

But now is not the time to be sad. For the sake of the people in the city behind them, they must put their sorrow aside. Fighting floods is the most important thing.

"Commander, don't be too sad. Things are unpredictable. What we need now is to build flood control lines. We don't have much time left."

How could the division commander not understand what the police officer said?

He helped Xiaohu wipe his face clean, and then slowly stood up.