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Sun Dazhuang's body swayed in the wind.

Like a leaf hanging on the edge of a cliff.

It could fall at any moment.

Anytime—

They fell into an 80-meter-deep abyss.

He looked up.

Looking at Lei Xiong.

Looking at that anxious face.

Looking at the hands that were tightly gripping his.

His voice was hoarse:

"Thunder Bear..."

"You fucking...you still have the energy..."

Lei Xiong laughed.

That smile was awful.

But it's very real.

very--

warmth.

"Stop talking nonsense..."

He spoke each word clearly:

"I'm a bear..."

"He's incredibly strong..."

"I'll pull you up..."

Sun Dazhuang laughed loudly.

The laughter echoed along the edge of the cliff.

The shaking was so intense it made the wind tremble. "Hahaha—!!!"

"Thunder Bear—!!!"

He shouted:

"You want to drag me down—!!!"

"I don't want to go up there yet—!!!"

Lei Xiong was stunned.

He held Sun Dazhuang's hand, frozen in place.

He looked at Sun Dazhuang.

Looking at his face, which was covered in blood.

Look at the smile on his face.

That laugh was strange.

It wasn't a laugh of admitting defeat.

It wasn't a laugh born of fear.

no--

Any smile he had ever seen.

That is some kind of—

Something that can't be explained.

"Sun Dazhuang?"

he asks.

The voice carried a hint of confusion:

"What are you doing?"

Sun Dazhuang did not answer.

He just looked at Lei Xiong.

Looked for a long time.

long time.

There were bloodshot eyes.

I feel tired.

have--

Something very, very deep.

The wind is blowing up from below.

Blow his hair.

The wind lifted the corner of his clothes.

Blow those—

Things I haven't had a chance to say yet.

Then he spoke.

Hoarseness.

But every word is very clear.

Clear as a nail:

"Thunder Bear".

"Do you know why I was fighting so hard just now?"

Lei Xiong shook his head.

He really didn't know.

All he knew was that Sun Dazhuang was a very good fighter.

It can take a lot of damage.

very--

Troublesome.

But he didn't know why.

Why was this garrison soldier fighting him like a madman?

Why would they rather fall off a cliff together than admit defeat?

Why—

Now you're saying things like this again.

Sun Dazhuang looked at him.

Looking at the man with a face full of confusion.

Then he reached out his hand.

Pointing down the cliff.

Pointing to that area—

A bottomless darkness.

"Because there is a person down there."

"He paved the way for you with his life."

"I saw it."

Lei Xiong's pupils suddenly contracted.

It shrinks to the tip of a needle.

He knew who Sun Dazhuang was talking about.

Stone.

That young soldier.

The soldier who rushed forward to block the bullets.

that--

The people who paved the way for them with their lives.

Sun Dazhuang continued.

The sound was very soft.

As light as a sigh:

"I've been in the military for so many years."

"I've seen a lot of people who aren't afraid of death."

"But I've never seen it—"

He paused.

Word by word:

"Even if they die, we'll keep fighting."

"That person's name is Stone, right?"

"When he died, he used his body to shield you from bullets."

"You are to carry his corpse and charge forward!"

Lei Xiong choked.

It looks like something is blocking the way.

I can't swallow it.

Can't spit it out.

He didn't speak.

He just looked at Sun Dazhuang.

Look at this—

A face that suddenly became very unfamiliar.

Sun Dazhuang smiled.

That smile was bitter.

It's as bitter as coptis chinensis.

"I hit you just now not because I wanted to beat you."

He paused:

"I just wanted to see—"

"Are you worthy of Stone's life?"

He stretched out his hand.

That hand was still bleeding.

Still shaking.

But it's very stable.

It's as stable as a mountain.

He pointed to Lei Xiong's chest.

Pointing to that one—

A heart beating violently.

"Now, I see it."

He spoke each word clearly:

"You're not worthy."

These two simple words—you don't deserve it!

But this touched Lei Xiong, a soldier king who had never shed a tear in front of others.

Suddenly, tears streamed down my face.

He looked at Sun Dazhuang.

Look at this—

The defending soldiers who just fought him to the death.

Look at this—

He was someone who tested him with his life.

His mouth opened slightly.

What do you want to say?

But he couldn't say anything.

Just tears.

only--

He held Sun Dazhuang's hand.

Hold on tighter...