webnovelfull Chapter 734 All gone
Chapter 734 All gone
The bearded captain's figure suddenly... blurred.
Like a radio with poor signal, the sound was trembling and distorted.
The outline of his entire body, refracted by the orange smoke and the falling rain, began to show a slight, hair-raising flicker!
Just like the heat waves rising from the ground in the scorching summer, the scenery is distorted!
Then, it wasn't just the bearded captain!
The figures of the other five team members also began to undergo the same strange changes at the edge of the smoke-filled depression!
Their bodies seemed to have transformed from solid entities into some kind of unstable projections.
The digital spots on the camouflage began to dissolve and fade like cheap paint.
The clear edge of the body began to break down, turning into countless tiny pixels, like a sand painting blown away by the wind!
Yao Ziqing's eyes widened almost to pieces in an instant!
He opened his mouth, all the doubts just now were stuck in his throat, turning into silent, extreme horror!
He saw the captain's figure quickly fade and become transparent in the smoke!
Start from the feet and spread upwards little by little.
The outline of the camouflage combat boots was like melted wax, blending into the inconspicuous soil under the feet!
Then came the calves, thighs... The well-equipped waist and tactical vest were erased bit by bit as if by an invisible eraser!
The whole process was silent, yet it carried a suffocating sense of terror and an unquestionable sense of finality!
Then came the head, the helmet that flickered with a faint light, and the cold tactical eyepiece, which dissipated like morning mist in the sunlight, from thick to thin, and finally only a vague outline of the head remained.
In the moment before it completely disappeared, Yao Ziqing seemed to see the pair of eyes under the shadow and narrowed them slightly.
Illusion? Or reality?
seem...
He gave an indescribable look, one that contained calmness and the relief of having accomplished a task.
And a hint of... pity that is hard to interpret?
Or... goodbye?
Finally, the outline of the head disappeared completely like green smoke in the orange-yellow smoke and the evening light, leaving no trace.
The other five team members also completed this incredible dissipation process at the same time.
The six warriors who seemed invincible like gods descending to earth a second ago, carrying the breath of future technology, disappeared completely in the depression on the edge of the battlefield the next second, as if they had never existed!
Only the orange-yellow column of smoke rising into the sky was still floating quietly, and the last glimmer of light from the burned-out flare in the sky proved that everything that had just happened was not an illusion!
Dreams and reality?
The depression was dead silent.
The wind blew through the burning grass, making a crackling sound.
Yao Ziqing leaned against the cold adobe wall, his body as stiff as a wooden sculpture. The soul-shattering scene just now was seared into his retina, reverberating wildly in his mind.
"It's a dream... It must be a dream... I'm in Baoshan... I'm dead... Together with my brothers..." He looked blankly at the empty space in front of him, looking at the strange orange-yellow smoke, and muttered to himself.
The huge mental shock coupled with extreme fatigue and injuries almost shattered his sanity.
The surreal scene, the weapons that were beyond their time, the soldiers who appeared and disappeared like ghosts, all of this seemed too much like a near-death hallucination or nightmare.
But the excruciating pain from the wound was so real!
The strong smell of blood and the pungent chemical smell of orange-yellow smoke lingering in the nose are so real!
The feeling I get when I'm being supported and running, the hard texture of the equipment that doesn't belong to that era... is so real!
And that divine punishment that changed the battlefield and instantly wiped out the entire Japanese army... It is a truth that can never be forgotten!
"It's not a dream..." He clenched his fists suddenly, his nails digging deep into his palms.
Fear, confusion, the bewilderment of escaping death, the grief of losing his comrades... Countless emotions violently collided and tore at his chest.
"But what is that? They...what?"
at this time.
"There's a flare over there! Yellow smoke! Quick! Go over and take a look! There seems to be someone there!" A clear voice came, in Chinese with a strong local accent!
"Be careful! See if there are any devils!"
"Brothers! Spread out and search! Watch your step!"
The footsteps came from far away, moving quickly and cautiously towards the depression.
It’s the search team of the 98th Division of the National Army!
They saw the flares and the smoke!
Yao Ziqing felt relieved, and a huge feeling of fatigue instantly overwhelmed him like a tsunami.
The hope of survival was finally confirmed, and the voices from his comrades pulled him back to this cruel yet familiar world of war.
The surreal encounters he had experienced before were like fragments of another incomprehensible dimension that had been forced into him, weighing heavily on the depths of his soul.
He wanted to take another look at the smoke, to think about everything that had just happened.
But my eyelids could no longer hold up.
The last thing that caught his eye was the blurry figures of the Kuomintang soldiers getting closer and closer in the distance, and the orange-yellow smoke column twisting and drifting in the evening breeze, like a huge and strange question mark.
Yao Ziqing's head tilted, and his consciousness completely sank into the cold, boundless darkness filled with the blood-red setting sun and disappearing figures.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
The smell of disinfectant and blood mixed with the pungent scent of herbal ointment filled this field hospital which was temporarily converted from an ancestral hall.
The light was dim, flies were buzzing, and the wounded's suppressed groans were intermittent.
Yao Ziqing lay on a door panel covered with straw, his body wrapped in dirty bandages. Several serious knife wounds and shrapnel wounds still hurt like crazy even after taking medication.
He was in a coma for several days, hovering on the line between life and death.
Consciousness seemed to be sinking to the bottom of murky water, struggling to float up.
There was a vague noise in his ears at first, and then the sound of footsteps gradually became clearer as they stopped beside him.
"Ziqing? Yao Ziqing! Are you awake? Look who's here!" A familiar and concerned call sounded.
Yao Ziqing struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and his blurry vision gradually came into focus.
Before him was the face of Lü Guoquan, commander of the 98nd Brigade of the 292th Division, which was filled with fatigue and worry.
He was wearing a dusty military uniform, had a messy beard, and his eyes were filled with deep guilt.
"Brigade... Brigade Commander..." Yao Ziqing's voice was like a broken bellows, hoarse and almost out of tune.
Seeing this familiar face, the brutal bloody battle of Baoshan, the martyrdom of all the brothers in the battalion, and the incredible experience instantly flooded into his mind and impacted his nerves.
The immense grief caused his entire body to tremble uncontrollably, and turbid tears instantly filled his eyes.
"Baoshan, brothers... are... all gone..." Every word seemed to be forced out from the throat, stained with blood and tears.