Five people, the annular fortifications on the top of the mountain with a height of nearly 100 square meters, have a protective area and configuration at all. [Bookmark:]

The rain of bullets pouring from the head clearly shows that the commanding heights have changed hands. Screaming, roaring, commanding... mouth... mouth is a quick and brief sound that was instantly suppressed by the storm-like metal collision. The roar of artillery shells came from the air, and the violent explosion sounded in front of and behind the body. The hot soil splashed like a rain curtain, and the casting layer that had not yet solidified was deformed and collapsed. Counterattack, defense, attack... Opponents with different beliefs fought desperately in different environments and positions. At this moment, they could no longer simply judge the warring parties with justice or evil. There was only one belief in everyone's mind - to defeat and live.

The artillery fire of the Skeleton Knights was extremely fierce. Perhaps because of the sudden changes in the frontier positions, the Red Republican Army at the other end of the valley also launched artillery fire counter-attacks. All the tactical regulations in the textbooks were useless. In such occasions, only by filling in human lives can we truly find a chance of victory.

The dual-mounted machine gun kept roaring, and Lin Xiang himself didn't know how many shells were shot. He only knew that there were more and more shell shells under his feet, covering the ground and covering the instep. The crisp fall and collision could not be heard by his ears. Only the roar of the machine gun and the screaming of the hit before the death of the person can slightly calm the violent brain, which was stimulated by the smoke and boiling hotness, get a little calmer. Wasteland Section 361 Hospital

The high flying bullet passed by and directly penetrated into the chest of a wounded soldier standing next to the cannon seat. He rushed over and threw himself on the ground on the spot, and never moved again.

"I need shells one by one--"

Lin Xiang pulled off the empty bullet link, grabbed a few grenades from the metal box next to him, pulled off the pull ring, and entered the battle group of skeleton soldiers rushing upward along the hillside. Before the explosion completely disappeared, he quickly dragged the last bullet link and stuck it into the side of the cannon, pulled the metal bolt, and once again the terrifying sound of cracking silk broke out.

The major, covered in dust, crawled out from the depths of the tunnel with two boxes of shells, and looked at Lin Xiang in great shock with madness. The combat uniform of his cannon was broken into cloth strips, covering his chest. The bulletproof ceramic surface on his shoulders was full of bullet holes, and his whole person was already blackened by smoke. Only his eyes and lips were barely left with a little white spot. He was like a wild beast, constantly traveling between the joint machine guns and fortifications. From time to time, he picked up an assault step gun and fired downwards, grabbed grenades or reserved fuses and bombs and smashed them down the mountain. Only two wounded soldiers of the Republican Army on the other gun seats survived, and they seemed to have completely lost their minds, just like Lin Xiang. Apart from firing, dropping, and loading, there was no extra action.

In the sky of artillery fire, Lin Xiang's eyes keenly captured the major who had just crawled out of the tunnel. He separated his hands and held a light machine gun tightly. Every muscle in his body was squeezed and thrust into the heavy weapon. He grinned and pulled the trigger harder, twice the firepower roared into the crowd, sweeping out a spacious enough but full of death. Just as the major was full of blood, and he picked up the bullet medicine box to approach the gun seat, Lin Xiang suddenly threw down the weapon in his hand and rushed towards him, roaring and slamming him into his body like a mountain. At the same time, several 150-mm shells roared, exploding violent vibrations and firelights on the ground. The huge impact force abandoned Lin Xiang's entire body high and screamed and fell heavily. Wasteland Section 361 Hospital "No--"

The major widened his eyes and roared, grabbed Lin Xiang's arm, and dragged him behind the cement base next to the tunnel. He was shocked. Lin's back was pitch black, and blood oozed from the surface of the burnt flesh, and a trace of heat was ventilated on the surface.

Lin Xiang has a special constitution that can regenerate. As long as there is no injury, any wound can be healed in a short time. Rensheng 1 is not what he wants. Appropriate injury is completely in line with the hero image. He can control the degree of repair of the injured parts of the body. As long as the nerve endings are used as traction, the cells around the wound can enter a short period of dormant. The surface seems tragic, but in fact it will not be fatal. Lin Xiang, who is lying on the ground, was dying, and within the range of consciousness detection.

A large number of Republican reinforcements appeared from the west side of the mountain. He had done what he should do. His life breath was weak, but his consciousness was very clear. He could even hear the major shouting for medical staff. When the bandage began to wrap the wound, several pairs of eyes projected from different angles were concerned and anxious to pay attention to himself, he also opened his scorched lips, just as the dying person wanted to leave his last words, murmured in a low voice that only the soldiers and majors could hear.

"You must...you...you hold your position. The red mouth...Long live the Republican army...Long live the great leader...Long live...

He did receive the expected effect. This classic shot that often appears in old-time movies made every listener cry, and everyone's faces showed admiration and admiration. Especially the political and supervisory committee member who had just been rescued by himself, he pulled out his hands and shot him tightly, pressed against the head of the medical staff, and roared with gritted teeth. Wasteland Section 361 Hospital "Save him! No matter what method you use, you must save him for me! Otherwise, I will shoot all of you for the crime of counter-revolutionary life--...

(I really can't stand it. I wrote the previous section and even I felt goose bumps all over my body.)

In the early morning, a faint red light shot down, adding a little warmth and diluting the blood that permeated the entire battlefield.

The field barracks made of lightweight materials are filled with pungent smell of disinfectant. On the side of the hospital bed are several therapeutic instruments that constantly flash out various numbers and symbols, and the alloy combination cabinet is filled with drugs and injections. Everything seems calm and gentle.

The feeling of "waking up" from "coma" is not comfortable. In fact, Lin Xiang's consciousness has remained awake since he was rescued until now. He knows the whole process of the doctor treating himself, and clearly hears the attending medical officer expressing surprise at the strength of his vital signs. In the words of the colonel-level medical officer, "The physique of a mutant is completely different from that of an ordinary person. He has a strong self-repair ability, and it only takes twenty-four hours to regain consciousness."

Of course, in the eyes of others, he was still in a coma, accompanied by a severely injured person with a high fever and a sudden increase in body temperature.

It is not difficult to do this. The Nine Star Parasite's ability to control cells can be refined to rapidly split or accumulate in a specific area. It is also very simple to create a physiological reaction similar to the lesions. Lin Xiang has always been careful to hide his secrets. Whenever a doctor or nurse is preparing to perform blood tests on him, he will always be surprised to see that Lin Xiang's physical condition has improved. He coughs, talks nonsense, and his limbs are too vibrated... After a rush to diagnose and treat, no one will remember things like blood tests. Wasteland Section 361 Hospital

The mind consciousness secretly detected the surroundings of the ward. There were guards carrying guns and ammunitions, and there were nurses traveling between the wards in the corridor. There was no major, only two other political and supervisory committee members, who were also wearing black uniforms and had a rigid and cold face, were waiting outside. With a scrutiny and suspicious look, they silently stared at everyone walking past them.

The disguise was very successful. Although Lin Xiang was "sleeping", he still knew everything about the next few days. First, a major-assistant political supervisor arranged guards around the ward. Then, from the captain to the general, at least two or three hundred Republican officers took turns to visit. Administrative officials, doctors, nurses, and even ordinary soldiers at all levels, most of them failed to enter the ward and could only sit in the corridor for a while. In order to keep quiet, the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent dozens of political supervisors to maintain order.

Lin Xiang has become a hero in everyone's mind. Doctors and officers look at him with respect, and nurses' admiration for him is no less than their admiration for great leaders. Of course, Lin Xiang's handsome appearance must also play an important role in it. Women like to fantasize about their favorite objects as tall and handsome handsome men. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the image of the leader appears in media newspapers and sculpture books, regardless of the exception, is kind and majestic, with a glorious face like the sun. It is also because of this that he is completely godly.

The transformed characters are really unattainable. People can only lower their standards and find ordinary individuals who can be similar to their status in reality. Naturally, from the day when their physical condition gradually "recovered", Lin Xiang, who was sleeping, began to be frequently harassed by nurses. However, this situation is not the most primitive exchange between them in the imagination. Instead, the young nurses took advantage of the opportunity of changing dressings, patrols, and quietly bowed down. On Lin Xiang's beautiful face, he was like a thief, blushing and frightened, leaving a light kiss.

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Perhaps, many years later, when they get married, have children, or are old, they can talk about this memory full of rose color with a look of pride and in a tone of nostalgia.

The content of the words is also like "a hero kissed me back then", "that man slept with me back then", "If it weren't for some reason, I would probably be the eldest wife now", etc.

People have the mentality of showing off or looking at curiosity. Especially when deified characters suddenly appear around them, many times, they actually find it difficult to resist this temptation from the subconscious. They all want to get close to them, or just want to get simple and ordinary friendships, rather than as dirty and vulgar as maliciously imagined.

Lin Xiang slowly opened his eyes and looked around with a confused and puzzled look. He bent his arms to sit up straight from the bed, but he felt dizzy and lost strength. He loosened his shoulders and fell on the bed again. Qian's arms swinged too much, and his uncontrollable fingertips swept across the bedside table, knocking down the tea pot filled with clear water next to him, making a harsh "ding ding" sound.

The empty door was pushed open from outside by Xun. A political and supervisory committee member in a black uniform with the rank of lieutenant on his shoulder flashed into the ward. While a surprised gaze flashed in his eyes, his face immediately showed a complex expression of worry and joy. He rushed to the bed, while paying attention to Lin Xiang nervously with a confused look, and turned his head to the medical station outside the door and shouted desperately: "Doctor! Call the doctor! He woke up-" Wasteland Section 361 Hospital

Half an hour later, when Lin Xiang sat on the bed against the soft pillow and slowly ate a hot rice porridge, the room and the corridor were once again surrounded by people. The doctors gave out "unbelievable" surprises again. The officers and soldiers talked to each other excitedly and ecstaticly. The nurses looked at him with shy eyes, as if they wanted to say something, but no one dared to speak on such an occasion.

Heroes, fight to the death, fearless warriors, outstanding soldiers under the guidance of great leaders, and advanced activists in the revolutionary team...

An invisible hat, countless dazzling halos, and unswerving praise and affirmation, instantly accumulated Lin Xiang. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the red era that was even longer than before the war broke out. Although he had not experienced that history personally, Lin Xiang knew from books and materials what he had been born at that time. No matter from any angle, reality and the past are surprisingly similar.

Every day, people who don’t know come to visit - the Army Command, the representative of the Army Command, the representative of the Division Command, the leader, the political commissar... The vigorous night attack battle was compiled into textbooks as classic battle examples. Every word Mo Xiang said during the battle was printed in bold black and frequently appeared in newspapers and magazines. Especially when the support troops arrived, the sentence he said when he was rescued, "You must defend the position. Long live the Red Republican Army, long live the great leader." Now it has become a slogan that inspires soldiers and all young people to strive for progress. Wasteland Section 361 Hospital

Soon, Lin Xiang found out that he began to get into another trouble.

He received too many emails - a condolence, encouragement, determination... verbal... There are hundreds of thousands of letters with different contents. Needless to say, the condolences from superior officials are basically asking him to recover from his injuries and cooperate with doctors to treat him. The letters of encouragement seem a bit strange. Most of them come from middle and lower-level administrative personnel. The content is first praised, and then criticizes and suggests his various actions in the battle with condescending tone. Finally, they are all concluded with the same quotations.

"The great leaders teach us that we should not be arrogant when we win, and we should not be discouraged when we lose. We must learn from failure and make mistakes a mirror around us that always exists. We should raise our chests, raise our heads, and strive forward for the great cause of revolution."

There are men and women who write letters. The latter letters are not so much like greetings like friends, but rather as a love letter with profound meaning. There is no mention of "love" between the lines, but instead use words such as "we are all good soldiers of great leaders", "we have gay friendships, "we work together for the cause of red revolutionary life", "same ideals, same beliefs, same revolutionary spirit". At the end of such letters, there are recent photos of the writer, without exception. There are graceful girls and strong muscles. They all smile, and their movements and postures are either holding the quotation book in their hands and studying hard, or standing in front of the leader's image as bright as the sun.

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Lin Xiang had been silently calculating the day, on the day the doctor issued the discharge certificate, the major in black who was rescued from the battlefield also appeared in front of him with a smile on his face.

He looks like a natural soldier, tall and strong. Perhaps because of his identity as a political supervisor, every line on his face seems to be engraved with slightest marks. He is very young, giving people a feeling of indifference and hardness. But when he smiles, he feels very special intimacy.

Thanks--"

Two very simple words, but there are too many gratitudes that cannot be expressed in other languages.

He stood in front of the hospital bed, raised his right hand with a serious expression, and greeted the most standard military salute. Then, he dragged an alloy folding chair from beside him, pulled open the briefcase he carried with him, took out a document stamped with the official seal of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and handed it to Lin Xiang together with a brand new black uniform.

The content of the document is quite cumbersome, including the relevant signatures of the highest-ranking artificial essence library, the relevant signatures of the replicator trainer, as well as the verification process of the computer's program indoctrination, the proof of the appointment of officers of the troops in the region, etc. All of these constitute a complete verification of Lin Xiang's identity. Next to the strange signatures, there are also testimonies from political commissaries of various departments, military party representatives and relevant personnel, listing the detailed time and location of the events.

On the last page of the first piece, there is a line of handwritten text covered with bright red marks. "There is no error in all testimony of the personnel, and there is no change in any active thinking in the copy of gsoo76331. The political review and military review are all qualified, and the Political Supervision Commission included it." Wasteland Section 361 Hospital

"All warriors who have outstanding military achievements and are absolutely loyal to the great leader will become formal political and supervisory committee members after passing the review. Major Lin, congratulations to you———"

While speaking, the man in black also stretched out his right hand. Lin Xiang noticed that the military rank badge on the shoulders of the two men had been replaced with the lieutenant colonel logo of the two Dus and Shuang Silver Stars.

"I'll introduce myself, my name is Zhanghui."

Shaking hands vigorously, Lieutenant Colonel in Black said in a tone full of admiration and calmness: "Welcome to the Political Department."
Chapter completed!