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The deputy beside him scrambled over and caught Lu Baizhou. When he saw the bloody holes on Lu Baizhou's back, from which blood was still gushing out, his face instantly turned as white as a sheet of paper, completely devoid of color.

"Medic! Where the medic is! Get the hell over here! The regimental commander has been shot!" The deputy shouted frantically towards the rear, his voice hoarse and strained.

After yelling, the deputy hurriedly pulled a large handful of white bandages from his first aid kit.

"Commander, bear with it, let me press down to stop the bleeding!" The deputy's voice was trembling.

He pressed the large bandage tightly against Lu Baizhou's wound, trying to stop the blood from gushing out.

But it didn't work! It was completely useless!

The wound was much deeper than they had anticipated; the bullet had tumbled inside, tearing blood vessels. The bleeding was astonishing; the thick bandage, once applied, was completely soaked in warm blood within three seconds, turning a glaring dark red.

Blood dripped from between the deputy's fingers, staining the ground red.

A bead of cold sweat instantly broke out on the second-in-command's forehead, streaming down his face. His hands trembled violently, and his voice tightened completely, choked with sobs as he cried out, "No! Commander, the wound is too deep! This blood... this blood just won't stop!"

"Press...press tighter..." Lu Baizhou said weakly.

His consciousness began to blur little by little, and his eyelids felt as heavy as lead; no matter how hard he tried, he could barely keep them open.

Before his vision completely blurred, he took one last look at the young soldier he had saved.

The young soldier was slumped in the corner of the pit, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind. His face was completely bloodless, covered in tears and snot, and he was looking at Lu Baizhou in great fear.

"Don't...don't be afraid..." Lu Baizhou said silently in his heart.

He knew that he might really be going to die here this time.

However, there was still something he hadn't finished doing, and something he hadn't said clearly.

He turned his head with difficulty and, through a blurry vision, found the guard, Xiao Zhao, who was pacing anxiously.

"Xiao Zhao..." Lu Baizhou raised his left hand with difficulty and waved weakly.

"Commander! I'm here! I'm here!" Xiao Zhao knelt down beside Lu Baizhou with a thud, tears streaming down his face. "Commander, don't say anything, save your energy, the medic will be here soon!"

"You...you listen to me..." Lu Baizhou gripped Xiao Zhao's arm tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. "For me...for me, please...pass on a message to her..."

"Who are you sending a message to? Commander, tell me, I'll remember it all! I'll pass it on to you word for word!" Xiao Zhao cried out.

Lu Baizhou's voice grew softer and softer, his breath grew weaker and weaker, and the last few words were so indistinct that they were almost inaudible.

"Tell her...tell Qiao Xinxin...that night...at the guesthouse...it was...it was me..."

"Commander? What did you say, Commander? What happened that night? Speak louder, I can't hear you!" Xiao Zhao put his ear close to Lu Baizhou's mouth and shouted anxiously.

However, Lu Baizhou would never be able to say the rest.

That overwhelming exhaustion and darkness finally engulfed him completely. His eyelids closed heavily, and his left hand, which had been gripping Xiao Zhao's arm, fell limply to his side.

"Commander! Commander, wake up! Don't scare me!" Xiao Zhao broke down in tears.

The second-in-command, his hands covered in blood and his eyes bloodshot, roared frantically towards the rear like an enraged lion: "Medic!! Where the hell are you?! Get the hell over here!! The commander isn't moving!!"

The sounds of gunfire and explosions on the battlefield continued, deafeningly loud.

But those sounds, when they reached Lu Baizhou's ears, became increasingly distant and ethereal, as if they were separated by a thick film of water, making them indistinct.

He felt his body become light, like a weightless feather floating on the surface of a bottomless, dark body of water. Then, the feather began to slowly, very slowly, sink.

He tried to reach out and grab onto something, even just a straw. But he couldn't grasp anything; all he was surrounded by was endless darkness and cold.

Finally, all the sounds disappeared, and all the pain vanished. The world fell completely silent.

I don't know how much time has passed.

"Rumble—rumble—"

A huge, deafening roar of engines echoed through the sky.

Amidst the chaos and anxious shouts, the rescue helicopter landed steadily on a hastily cleared area behind the site. Its massive rotors whipped up a fierce wind, sending sand and stones flying everywhere.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

"Stretcher! Bring the stretcher over!"

"Be careful! Don't touch the commander's wound!"

The deputy, Xiao Zhao, and the medic who had just arrived worked together, sweating profusely, to lift Lu Baizhou, who had fallen into a deep coma, onto the helicopter stretcher.

They secured Lu Baizhou firmly to the stretcher with straps, fearing any turbulence during the flight.

"Doctor! We're counting on you! You must save our commander!" The deputy gripped the accompanying medic's hand tightly, his eyes red as if about to bleed, and pleaded in a hoarse voice.

"Don't worry! I'll do my best!" the accompanying medic shouted, then quickly jumped onto the helicopter.

"Close the cabin door! Takeoff!"

The propellers stirred up huge air currents again, and the helicopter quickly took off, drawing an arc in the air, and sped wildly toward the General Hospital of the Military Region at top speed.

Inside the cabin, the noise was deafening.

Amidst the deafening roar of the engine, Lu Baizhou's consciousness was like a lone boat tossed about in a raging storm, drifting between sleep and wakefulness.

He felt as if he had been thrown into a pool of scalding, boiling lava. The bullet wounds on his right shoulder and back were proclaiming their existence in an extremely domineering and undeniable way.

With each heartbeat, the wound felt like it was being torn open again, the pain causing him to involuntarily furrow his brow even in his unconscious state, his muscles twitching uncontrollably.

The helicopter took about forty minutes to fly from the deep mountains and forests of the border to the military hospital.

Those forty minutes felt like an eternity, an unbearable ordeal, to everyone in the cabin.