"Mr. Yang, a reconnaissance airship in the empire lost information during the mission."

"I know, do everything possible to search and rescue."

Yang Jian took off his sunglasses and looked at the morning glow in the sky.

The morning glow at this moment is gorgeous and colorful, like youth, beautiful but easy to pass away.

Is life so fragile? Yang Jian sighed.

But I have no choice but to move forward.

Since God has reborn in the world of dungeons, I can only work hard and write my own legend in this world.

Yang Jian clenched his fists, put on sunglasses, and tidied up his collar.

Even if it is like a meteor, let people remember its once brilliant!

"Mr. Yang, our search and rescue team found the wreckage of airships in a jungle."

"Prepare the carriage and rush to the scene immediately."

The night spread quickly, and stars shining in the night sky.

The torches of the convoy reflected the jungle red.

Yang Jian, sitting in the carriage, listened to the sound of horse hooves and looked at the occasional shooting stars in the night sky.

He vaguely felt that something might be discovered this time.

The convoy soon arrived at its destination.

"Mr. Yang, a corporal died in this accident."

Yang Jian's heart moved and he walked off the carriage.

People holding torches surrounded the wreckage, and Yang Jian walked forward.

An atmosphere of sadness spreads everywhere.

The body of a soldier was placed sideways on the ground.

His head was facing down, his body curled tightly into a ball, and a thin layer of frost formed on his stiff body.

His hands tightly held him, as if he was holding his beloved thing in his arms.

The eyes were wide open, and the pupils were contracted, as if they were strongly stimulated during their lifetime.

Yang Jian was in a heavy mood, and the people at the scene lowered their heads and mourned the unfortunate soldier.

He must have been very scared during his lifetime.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Jian approached the soldier's body and wanted to reach out to close his eyes for the poor man.

Yang Jian stared into the soldiers' eyes and said his final farewell.

At this moment, he followed the direction of his eyes and saw a faint light emitted from the soldier's arms.

There was something, Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat.

Then, he stood up as if nothing had happened.

"Transfer my command, everyone gathers a hundred meters away and is ready to evacuate at any time."

The people left in an orderly manner.

When Yang Jian saw the torch disappear at the end of the jungle, he turned around, his eyes becoming anxious and sad.

He bent down heavily, and he gently lifted the soldier's head with one hand, looking at his young face.

The other hand reached into the tightly covered bag and groped.

The tears on his face could no longer be stopped and rushed down, hitting the soldiers' lifeless body.

Yang Jian's hands trembled and put the things he got into his pocket.

He hugged the soldier's body tightly with his hands, his face pressing against his angry face, as if he was holding his own brother.

In my previous life, the cutest person was such a person.

They are all ordinary people. When facing death, they don’t have a cowardly side in their hearts.

But there is always something more important than life, worthy of protection.

Yang Jian stroked the soldier's eyes, gently put down his body, and then stood up without hesitation, time did not allow him to stay for more.

He solemnly salute and offered his last respect to the soldier.

The night was hazy, and Yang Jian's figure gradually disappeared into the jungle.

When she sat back on the carriage again, Yang Jian felt the burden on his shoulders.

"Murder this soldier for me."
Chapter completed!