69novels Chapter 204 Who Dies First?
Chapter 204 Who Dies First?
Some were writing books, while others were packing up their belongings and handing them over to a reliable comrade in the same tent, because no one was at home.
There are many people in the world who are not raised by their biological parents, and there are also people who grow up on their own without relying on the charity of others.
There may not be many people like them, but they definitely do exist. It’s just that they may not usually mention them to others, so no one knows about them.
Just as Su Ping finished writing this letter, which might be a suicide note, he handed over the military pay he had earned to a soldier in charge of this matter, then looked at the people in the tent and asked, "Is there anyone who hasn't handed in anything yet?"
The soldiers looked at each other, and seeing that there was nothing more to be said about the other party, they all shook their heads as they asked for the items to be sent back.
"I still have."
Everyone looked and saw Ning Lian in the corner. He carried out a small box and opened the lid, revealing a box full of banknotes.
These yellow and white things that would make anyone think deeply after seeing them were pushed directly in front of Su Ping by Ning Lian. The meaning was obvious.
Su Ping looked up at him and shook his head.
Ning Lian knew that he would not accept it, so he explained, "I have no one waiting for me at home, and I don't have any close friends or relatives, so all the military pay I have earned since joining the army will be given to you.
If I die on the battlefield, I will give you all the money... It would be best if I give it to you, or at least to your family, don't let it rot in the camp, you've earned it but never spent it!"
Su Ping closed the box, took it and handed it to the soldier, then picked up a piece of paper and pen and told the recipient not to touch the money yet, as maybe someone else would come to take it, but if not, that would be another matter.
“This is also a problem for you.” Su Ping folded the paper and handed it to the soldier.
The soldier just shook his head, said nothing else, and turned away.
Su Ping turned around and looked at Ning Lian, who had a calm expression, and said solemnly: "If you survive and I can't go back, go to the grocery store at the end of the commercial street and find a female boss named Ning Guang to get back the money that belongs to you. I have explained everything in the letter."
Ning Lian said calmly: "Let's wait and see, it's hard to say who will live and who will die."
Su Ping remained silent and said nothing.
At this time, the tent was opened and someone walked in. "It's really hard to say, but I didn't expect Ning to have such a large fortune. It must be at least 30 million. He is indeed a veteran!"
With such words and such a tone, the only people who dared to talk to this famous living devil were Su Ping and Yanchuan.
"Su Ping, how much did you write to report the situation to your family?" Yanchuan asked curiously, sitting down on the wooden bed with a mattress.
Su Ping told the truth, "One page is a little bit faster."
Iwakawa raised his eyebrows and said, "Is this enough?"
Su Ping sighed, "It's not enough, but there's nothing I can do. This is all I have for now."
Iwakawa said slowly, "Then try your best to survive. When the time comes, you can think of whatever to say. There is no need to stare at the pen and ink, racking your brains to think of what to say. It is better to say it in person. That way it will be more sincere."
Su Ping asked back: "You speak very logically, what did you write back?"
"As for me, I didn't write anything. I just sent the money back. She understands my feelings so well. She is the person who understands me best in the world. She must understand what I mean!" Iwakawa grinned and laughed for a long time.
But he was the only one who could laugh. The others didn't have that mood. They all had sad looks on their faces. Perhaps Ning Lian and Su Ping were the better, but they didn't look happy either.
A powerful enemy is about to come and disaster is not far away. They are just flesh and blood, a being slightly better than ordinary people. How can they chat and laugh in front of the battle?
They can sacrifice their lives for the country, but it is wishful thinking for them to joke and laugh as usual on the eve of this event.
Yanchuan was different. He had a heart as big as a bronze bell and didn't look worried at all. He continued chatting and laughing with Su Ping and Ning Lian, as if he didn't care and was heartless.
This plain-looking young man was able to arrange wartime tactics on the spot, and his commands were simple and easy to understand.
"When we get to the battlefield, Su Ping, Ning Lian, you two should stay behind. I am older than you two, so if I have to die, I have to die first, otherwise it won't work!"
Ning Lian retorted for the first time, "On the battlefield, life and death are not entirely up to you, not to mention that life and death are important matters, how can they be judged by age?"
His tone was resolute, and he continued, "I have nothing else to ask for in this world, and I have no one or anything to cling to. I am all alone, and if I have to die, I will be the first to die, and you two should follow behind!"
Iwakawa looked at him and said indignantly, "You usually don't fight or argue, so why do you have to fight with me about this? I finally managed to change my tone and expression a little, how can I let it go to waste!"
"Enough!" Su Ping shouted, and then said hurriedly: "Stop arguing. How can it be said that a lonely person on the battlefield should die first, and those who have family members waiting for them should die later?
There is no such rule as yours. No one should die, and no one should not die. Everyone is actually the same, but those who are strong should take the lead when the sky falls.
I think I am at the forefront of the camp, stronger than both of you, so if I have to die, I should be the first to die, and you should be the last!"
"Why are you involved? You are the youngest, so you should be at the end!"
"There are still many people waiting for you, you can't die!"
The three men each held their own opinions, and none of them was willing to give in to the other. They were all vying to face the countless enemies in the future, and they absolutely wanted to die first, to die more meaningfully, and to die for a good cause.
For a moment, the camp was filled with the sound of soldiers arguing. Every word they said came from the bottom of their hearts and there was no way to conceal it.
"I'll die first!"
"It should be me. I'm old, so my death is not a pity, but you are all still young, you need to live well!"
"Respecting the elderly is a traditional virtue of Liyue. The elderly should come last. I should die first!"
"When the country is in trouble, we will take the lead and stand before tens of thousands of people, kill the enemies and demons, and die before you!"
There were so many different opinions and it was so noisy that it would probably seem very strange to outsiders, because teenagers and young men were all arguing about who would die first and who would die slower.
The final answer must be that I will die first and you will die later, and the other party who refutes will also repeat the same words over and over again in a cycle.
No one cares whether they will do what they say. Perhaps they would rather hope that what their comrades say is false, because that way the chances of survival are greater.
Just as the argument went on without any conclusion and many soldiers in the neighboring tents were also joining in the discussion, someone finally spoke up to stop it.
That was the captain, Ying Qian. He stabbed at nothing with his spear in his hand and shouted angrily, "Why are you all doing this? Before we even get to the battlefield, you're already arguing over who will die first and who will die the longest. Is this going to work?"
Everyone stopped talking, and Old Hu, who followed along, nodded silently, agreeing very much.
But before Ying Qian could finish his words, the captain continued shouting with a loud voice like a bell.
"I am your captain, an officer, and you are soldiers. If I have to die, I should die before you. How can I live without you?"
Everyone suddenly realized, and Lao Hu held his forehead with one hand and shook his head slightly. He had long been accustomed to the style of this centurion commander and could only sigh heavily.
Scenes like this are not unique to this camp. Every camp that is about to participate in the war will experience similar scenes.
They are not afraid of death, they only work for the stability of the country. They stand firm in the front, just wishing the people safety. They are flesh and blood, but they are also like men of iron, and cannot be shaken by thunder.
Just as the Qianyan Army’s slogan has never changed over the years, they always adhere to the principle of serving the country and the people and being the first to take the lead when something happens.
Thousands of rocks are solid, heavy barriers are immovable, the fortress is strong, the armor is strong, the demons and evil are suppressed!
Therefore, in essence, there is no principle of who dies first and who dies later. They are all members of the Qianyan Army, all standing on the same front, regardless of order, and all going to their deaths heroically.
Throughout the ages, the Thousand Rock Army has died for Liyue!
This night was destined to be a sleepless night for the Qianyan Army stationed in Lisha Suburb, because every soldier was extremely excited and unable to calm down.
……
The prediction was that it would take two days, but in fact, only half a day had passed when there was war everywhere. In the westernmost camp, soldiers were already fighting with monsters.
"Light the beacon fire!"
On the beacon tower, the soldier who lit the fire shouted, opened his hands, the eyes of the god of fire shone brightly, and the raging fire rushed into the firewood and burned fiercely.
In an instant, thick smoke billowed and rose into the sky, which was the most eye-catching signal between heaven and earth.
"Leave the camp and rush to the front line!" Ying Qian got on the chariot, held up the camp flag, and shouted loudly.
Thousands of soldiers boarded the chariots, and twenty chariots rolled towards the place where the thick smoke was rising in the distance. They were so powerful that they seemed unstoppable.
At this moment on the battlefield, the Qianyan Army stationed on the front line set up a push-gun formation and advanced slowly, while countless monsters had already gone blood-thirsty and rushed forward with roars.
People kept dying, monsters kept falling, blood flowed like a river, and the fallen corpses were enough to pile up into a mountain. The battle situation was extremely severe.
The centurion of this camp led the entire camp to charge. After the chariot was broken, he took a spear and fought against the army of monsters. He blocked countless monsters with only a thousand people.
But as the Qianyan Army fell one by one, the number of monsters did not decrease at all. The soldiers were desperate, but they were ready to die.
With a broken leg, he used his gun to pound the ground; with a broken arm, he used his body to block. Even if it was only effective for a moment, it could buy a little more time for his comrades, kill one more monster, and see the dawn of success sooner.
The centurion was also wounded during the battle. He spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted, "Brothers, hold on! We must not retreat before the brothers from other battalions arrive!"
The westernmost camp in Lisha Suburbs was destroyed!
None of the soldiers survived...