The turbid water is turbid, taking away not only the thoughts, but also the tears of the nighthawk like a broken embankment at this moment.

The speed of the motorboat is not as crazy as it was when it ran for its life. Several times in a critical situation that was about to hit the reef on the bank of the river. Agents piloting airboats are able to dodge without a beat.

But no one smiles, no one rejoices. They lost something, something they didn't care about, but felt so important at the moment. Their innocence and deep dependence on the black bear, with the last smile of the black bear, were all lost in the river of broken souls. And this wound that touches the heart will never be healed, like a curse, and will accompany them for the rest of their lives.

Perhaps they never thought that the meaning of the black bear's existence was so deep. Even more than the most beautiful commentary they can make on a qiē friendship! What they have lost is not only that comradeship, but also the big hands that can always hold them in times of crisis!

Nighthawk knelt like this, kneeling in the direction of the black bear who had sacrificed his life to save him. He didn't dare to raise his head, for fear that as soon as he lifted himself, he would run back regardless of it. Sue sù that honest man, you still have a home.

His shoulders sank suddenly, and Nighthawk felt like a hand was gently resting on his shoulder. But no matter what he is, even if the nuclear bomb is in front of him at this moment, he only wants it to explode quickly. Take him out of this painful world, he can no longer bear the torment of losing his comrades.

"Captain! Get up, we still have a long way to go, watch your body. The bull crouched lightly beside Nighthawk, and the hand on his shoulder tightened.

Nighthawk turned his head sharply. Suddenly, he felt like a black bear had returned to him, and this concerned words and a burly body were not black bears.

Nighthawk suddenly smiled, it turns out that you are not dead, you are joking with me, you scared me to death, you know. Nighthawk wiped away the misty tears. But the black bear in front of him was gone, and only the big cow with a worried face remained.

"Is that you? What about black bears? What about black bears? Nighthawk roared suddenly, furiously searching for the black bear.

"Captain, captain, captain! Black bear he has been sacrificed, he is gone! The bull grabbed Nighthawk's shoulders tightly and shook it back and forth. The team members and the Sun-Shooters just watched stupidly, and no one came up to persuade them. They! He also lost his faith, his relatives, and his comrades-in-arms.

Who? Can you still come and remove the painful nail in your heart for Nighthawk?

"You're a liar! You dog thing, it's all you, and the black bear won't get hurt without you! If he is not injured, he will not die. Do you know what he means to us? Do you understand? You alien soldier deserves to die with your damn boss! Why harm people like black bears? Nighthawk pushed the bull down with a fierce blow, and with tears streaming down his face, he shouted accusations against the bull.

In fact, his heart was in extreme pain. A voice kept saying, "You killed the bear, you killed the bear." If he doesn't save you, he won't die. "But he has gone berserk to the extreme, and he has to dig out the root of everything one by one.

The bull fell to the ground heavily, looking at Nighthawk's fingers that were about to poke the tip of his nose, listening to Nighthawk's unreasonable accusations of spitting stars, and suddenly grinned and cried.

Everyone was stunned, in everyone's image, Da Niu is a tough guy who is not afraid of heaven and earth, crying, and he should be born with no fate. But now, Da Niu is crying so sadly, his face is shrunk, like a child who has done something wrong, and he just wants to wash away his regrets with tears.

Nighthawk stared at the bull with his fingers up. Suddenly, the tip of his nose was sore, and he picked up the big cow heavily. The two strong men hugged tightly like this and let out a loud cry of sorrow. It was not themselves who were crying, but the man who saved both of them with his life at the most dangerous moment.

All the way to a kind of dead silence that everyone had agreed upon, no one spoke, no one rejoiced, and even the agents who came to meet them, they didn't bother to look up. It seems that now that they are born, they are no longer important, and the desire to go home is getting stronger and stronger. The home that is as warm as a mother's embrace is where those of them who are injured urgently need to find comfort.

After a day's journey along the valley, the plane scheduled to meet them appeared on time on the bank of a river in the border area. The agent jumped ashore and gestured to another agent who had come to meet him. It probably explains why this group of people looks like dead mothers.

Agents are also people, and they also have feelings. Although they were not born and died like the Nighthawks, they had all experienced the inexplicable death of their friends from the pain of various hidden fronts.

The two agents sighed to each other, looking at the group of people who had dedicated their lives to the country with pity, and their eyes were full of respect.

A group of people got on the plane in a daze. Nighthawk simply told Agent Firewarbler who they were, and then said, "Take them with you." He plunged into the cabin and fell into a deep sleep, never to react again.

The huge pain had already hollowed out his body, and he was finally able to lie down safely in the cabin at this moment. The irrepressible sleepiness hit his heart, and he could no longer withstand the blow of exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.

The firewarbler sat silently beside the Nighthawk and gently put her hand on Nighthawk's forehead when no one was looking. It was cold, and that was the first thing she felt when she touched it.

Nighthawk slept soundly like a child, and he didn't know what he was dreaming about, maybe he saw the black bear turn around and smile at him. A faint smile came to his lips, making him look so chic and uninhibited even under such a cold face.

Firewarbler lost her father, and she was also in a bad mood. However, the character of the people in the mountains who look down on life and death has already soothed the sudden pain in their hearts. However, Nighthawk's painful appearance made her feel so worried that she could not sit idly by. I always thought that even if I could give him a little comfort, it would be better than watching him sink into hell.

Airplanes don't have any stops, they don't know the hearts of living people, they only have mechanical minds. He led the Nighthawk team all the way north, and landed at a military airfield in the south a few hours later as promised.

The long-awaited agent stepped forward, took off his heavy equipment for Nighthawk and them, and handed them a cup of warm and fragrant milk tea. However, the agents seemed to know something, but they didn't untie the equipment of the firewarblers and their sun-shooting people, and just respectfully invited them to get into the car.

"Why don't you let us go with Big Brother Nighthawk?" The warbler shoved away the agents who had led them to the car, shouting loudly.

Nighthawk was awakened by the screams of the fire warbler at this moment, and hurriedly stepped forward to communicate with the agent: "Comrade, they are the people I brought back. Let them come with me. Nighthawk's face was so pale and ugly that he couldn't see even a trace of blood, which made the warbler worry a lot.

The agent smiled and shook his head and said, "Comrade, I think you misunderstood. I didn't let them leave, but you have to go to the headquarters first, are they! and your teammates, all back to the base and stand by. "Oh, I see, okay." Turning around, Nighthawk roughly explained to the firewarbler, telling her not to worry, he would come to her soon after he had dealt with the matter.

Although the firewarbler is reluctant to be separated from the nighthawk, and the nighthawk's current condition is not very good. But when you get to other people's territory, you have to listen to other people's words, which is the thing that the fire warblers who have lived in the mountains for generations can understand best.

In that case, she had no choice but to nod her head and wave to Nighthawk. With the convoy, along with a group of team members who were walking with the corpse, they were escorted back to the lonely base on the grassland.

The evening breeze blew, bringing up a leaf fall. The dim drift in the air made Nighthawk's heart even more desolate. He was the only one left, almost mechanically at the mercy of the agents.

took a shower, changed into a dirty training uniform, and put on a neat suit. Get on the long-awaited plane and fly all the way to the capital.

After getting off the plane, I got into the car non-stop and quickly sped towards the headquarters.

As soon as Nighthawk got out of the car, he was stopped by Fang Hui with an impatient face: "Captain Nighthawk, what's the matter with you?" How many people have been lost? ”

Nighthawk didn't want to talk about it, it was a topic that hurt him. Ignoring Fang Hui, he followed the agent who led the way and walked straight to the building, leaving Fang Hui with a sluggish face standing in place, just anxious in his heart. Like if there was something, but I couldn't say anything.

"Knock knock!" The agent took Nighthawk directly to the door of Chief Niu's office.

"Come in!" A slightly old voice sounded from inside, which made Nighthawk slightly stunned, when did Director Niu change his vocal cords again? The second development!

The door opened, and the white-haired general sat in the position of Director Niu, while Director Niu sat on the sofa where Lao Zhou should have sit. The faces of the two were gloomy, and the room was deserted.

Nighthawk closed the door casually and saluted the general and the chief cow solemnly. As soon as he entered the door, he recognized that the general sitting behind the desk was none other than Lao Zhou Wagniu's boss, the head of the Operations Division. It's Doro's teacher, the old man who swayed in the cold wind.

"Thank you for your hard work this time! The organization already knows that you have casualties, and it's heavy! The general seemed to be very tired of saying these words, and his straight uniform could not hide the regret on his face.

Nighthawk's nose was sore, and with tears that were about to fall, Nighthawk said with certainty: "The black bear is a good soldier!" Please organize ...... I can give him an honorable title! ”

Nighthawk felt that all he could do was too pale. He couldn't leave anything to the black bear, perhaps, he could only use this vain title to soothe a little of his extremely painful heart.

The general nodded: "Don't worry about this, such a martyr will always remember him in the organization." ”

After a pause, the general's eyes suddenly widened, and he asked with a cold light: "Do you know why you failed this time?" Why did you end up in an ambush? ”

Nighthawk was full of cleverness, and immediately remembered Situ's cold and ice-like face, it was he who killed the black bear. The culprit of a qiē is him.

"Yes, I know! It was Situ, the spy, who betrayed us in the end, and it was he who killed the black bear! Nighthawk said viciously, knuckles already clucking.

The general's eyes instantly dimmed a lot, shook his head with a wry smile, and lay back in the big back chair. It was as if I had exhausted my strength and was too lazy to move again.

Just when Nighthawk was a little inexplicable, Director Niu interjected at the right time: "Comrade Nighthawk, in fact, this is a very strict matter. It's not just Situ who rebelled, in fact, he was just a little minion. The one who really mastered this qiē was Lao Zhou. ”

"What? Old Zhou? Nighthawk looked at Commissioner Niu in horror, unable to believe if what he had heard was true or if he was dreaming.