First watch.
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Both legs were plastered and suspended, making the upper body appear especially small. The face was gaunt and dark, almost unrecognizable from its original look...
Looking at Liu Lianbao, who was still in a state of unconsciousness, Zhao Qihui bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from crying. She couldn't connect this pitiable man with the confident and strong man he used to be.
Sighing, Chuxia exchanged a glance with Secretary Li, who was accompanying them, and quietly left the room.
Accompanying him were several other soldiers who were gravely injured and required treatment at the rear, as the Wife of Zhou Mikang, she should go and see them.
It was at this moment that Chuxia truly felt the cruelty of war.
By comparison, Liu Lianbao's injuries were relatively minor. There was a soldier whose left arm had been blown off and left eye was blind, and the key point was that he was only nineteen years old...
