Hello, Mr. Major General

Zhao Liangze has been holding Bai Shuang, holding her tightly in his arms, his face pressed against her forehead, as if he still wants to warm her cold forehead.

But no matter how hard he tried, Bai Shuang couldn't feel warm anymore.

Huo Shaoheng stepped on the accelerator and ran all the way, and finally drove into the parking lot of the Chinese Empire's consulate in Cape City.

He made several phone calls along the way, contacted the consul, military attache and first secretary here, and asked them to quickly prepare stretchers and medicines. The doctors and nurses were all in place, and they were rescued as soon as they got off the car.

So when they arrived, several people in white coats were already standing in the parking lot of the consulate, carrying a stretcher, carrying a medicine box, and holding a stand, waiting eagerly.

The car squeaked and stopped in front of the people in white coats.

Huo Shaoheng pushed the car door and jumped down, walked to the back door, pulled the car door, frowned and said, "Ozawa, let the doctor save Bai Shuang."

Zhao Liangze raised his head and looked at Huo Shaoheng with his lips trembling fiercely. After a while, he said, "I will hold her in."

He bowed out of the car holding Bai Shuang.

The tuxedo worn by Bai Shuang slowly fell to the ground.

The red skirt was like a waterfall, suddenly stretched out from between Zhao Liangze's arms.

Zhao Liangze hugged Bai Shuang sideways, just like holding a handful of gorgeous Manzhushahua, and solemnly put her on a stretcher.

Gu Nianzhi got out of the car and glanced at Bai Shuang.

The lights in the parking lot were bright, and she caught a glimpse of the red at the waist of Bai Shuang’s skirt that was darker than elsewhere.

And Zhao Liangze's dark gray indoor camouflage uniform had been stained blood red.

Gu Nianzhi's eyes jumped uncontrollably a few times.

Doctors and nurses in white coats quickly carried the stretcher into the operating room of the consulate.

Without a word, Zhao Liangze immediately followed them to the door of the operating room, sat on the bench, and stared at the door of the operating room motionlessly.

Huo Shaoheng took Gu Nianzhi's hand, followed to the operating room, glanced at Zhao Liangze, and asked, "Is your shoulder okay?"

Zhao Liangze shook his head, he could not feel the presence of his shoulders at all now.

At this time, the bright red "in operation" light at the top of the operating room was on.

Gu Nianzhi asked worriedly: "...Will Sister Bai get better?"

Huo Shaoheng didn't speak, shook her hand, turned his head and looked at the night sky outside the window.

He could see that Bai Shuang should have died long ago...

...

In the operating room, a doctor in a white coat held a stethoscope and bent over and placed it on Bai Shuang's chest.

No heartbeat was heard.

The doctor was stunned, then looked at Bai Shuang's eyelids again.

Shaking his head, he said with regret: "It's late, I've passed away." As he said, cutting off Bai Shuang's red dress, she saw a dark red bullet hole on her waist.

This is the cause of death.

...

In less than five minutes, the "in operation" red light on the top of the operating room door went out.

The door of the operating room opened, and Zhao Liangze's heart beat wildly.

Given the severity of Bai Shuang's injury, the operation was over in such a short time, which is definitely not a good phenomenon.

Huo Shaoheng walked over and asked the first doctor who came out, "How is the lady's injury?"

"Injury? The gunshot wound is too serious, it's already on the road. You are sorry." The doctor shook his head, and did not ask how Bai Shuang was injured.

He is now a doctor in the consulate, and the person who came to deliver the disease under the banner of the Special Operations Department, the doctor wisely did not ask any questions.

"Dead?! Are you blind?! You didn't check her up! Just looked at her eyes and said she was dead?! I think you don't want to live anymore!"

When Zhao Liangze heard the doctor's words, he suddenly became angry, stood up abruptly, and asked the doctor's face.

Although the doctor sympathized with them, he was always unhappy when he was questioned about his professional ability.

With a cold face, he took up Bai Shuang's hand and said to Zhao Liangze: "Her symptoms are typically excessive blood loss.

"How do I know?!" Zhao Liangze was furious, "We came out of the basement, it was so cold there..."

"Ozawa!" Huo Shaoheng yelled sharply, his face sank, preventing him from continuing, "Since this is already the case, then prepare the coffin, and we will take her back to China."

The coffin?

This word was like a sledgehammer, hitting Zhao Liangze's chest hard.

It was dark in front of him, and the injury to his shoulder was like a flood that broke the bank. He finally couldn't stand it. The double blow of his body and spirit made him faint directly in front of the operating room.

Several doctors and nurses hurriedly pushed Zhao Liangze into the operating room.

Outside the operating room, Gu Nianzhi looked at Huo Shaoheng with a serious face, and said softly: "Huo Shao, you must be well..."

Seeing Bai Shuang's death, and seeing Huo Shaoheng and their daily fighting routine, Gu Nianzhi began to panic.

In the past, she knew that Huo Shaoheng's work was secret and dangerous, but she didn't have an intuitive impression, because she had never really seen it.

Moreover, she blindly worshiped and trusted Huo Shaoheng, firmly believing that no one, anything can defeat him and defeat him.

Although he also thought that he might sacrifice, that kind of expectation is completely different from facing the sacrifice of others intuitively now.

She realized that she could not face it. One day, he would die on the battlefield with his comrades in arms, Bai Shuang, and even Ho Shouwang in the letter from her grandfather Gu Haoze...

He hugged Huo Shaoheng's waist tightly and buried his head on his chest, suppressing the choking that came out of his mouth.

Huo Shaoheng understood her feelings, but he saw this situation more often. Although sad, he was not out of control, and he was not on the verge of collapse like Zhao Liangze.

He has always been a powerful, calm, invincible, invincible war machine.

And be proud of it.

He understands Gu Nianzhi's concerns, but he doesn't care.

As a military member, this should be her consciousness.

Huo Shaoheng kissed the top of her head, "I will be careful."

After speaking, Huo Shaoheng switched on the Bluetooth headset and began to arrange follow-up tasks.

...

Before long, Zhao Liangze was also pushed out of the operating room.

His shoulder was seriously injured. He was bruised badly after being hit by a bullet. He hugged Bai Shuang all the way and his shoulder joints were swollen.

Fortunately, no bones were injured, just muscle damage.

After bandaging, it will be fine for a few days.

"It's okay? Just leave." Huo Shaoheng couldn't stay for a moment. "I have contacted the navy and the air force. The navy picked us up to the nearest military base and immediately returned to China by a special plane from the air force."

Zhao Liangze looked at Huo Shaoheng expressionlessly, "Where is Bai Shuang? You said you took her back with you."

"Of course we will go back together." Huo Shaoheng nodded his head solemnly at him.

...

Twenty-four hours later, a military plane from the southern hemisphere slowly landed at the T3 terminal of Imperial International Airport.

It is already five or six o'clock in the morning, and the dawn is beginning to come out, and the sun will not come out, and it will be budding.

Although in the northern hemisphere, the weather in early May is heading towards summer, the weather in the early morning is still somewhat cool.

The tarmac at the airport was full of crowded people.

Almost all the high-levels of the imperial capital gathered here to give the martyrs Bai Shuang the highest honor.

Prime Minister Bai Jiancheng, Chief General of the Military Supreme Committee, General Ji, and Speaker Long of the upper house of the parliament, all wore black dresses with white flowers on their chests, and stood at the front of the team with solemn expressions.

"Stand at attention! Salute!"

The guard of honor on the tarmac gave an order, and the tall guards of honor all looked in the direction of the cabin.

The cabin door slowly opened, and four soldiers in the uniform of the Special Operations Division, carrying a coffin of cherry wood, slowly walked off the plane.

The coffin was covered with a bright red national flag.

This is today's second update: Chapter 1216 "Highest Honor."

The third one at eight in the evening.