As for Master Wu, he was sure to help him talk to Chief Chen of the Civil Engineering Department.

After he waited for a few days, the client brought him a sentence: "Mom, don't pull me with me if you want to die, I just don't know you~"

But after half a month, things seemed to have changed.

It was two o'clock at midnight, and there was no way to escape under tight guard. Mr. Wu had already lost his intestines because of regret. He was looking at himself in the mirror, whose hair was half white in a short time.

After sighing, it was a time when I didn’t even have the courage to commit suicide.

Suddenly, a figure quietly touched his single cell and opened the door with the key.

After seeing the appearance of the visitor with an oil lamp in the room, a huge surprise appeared on Wu Wenting's face.

Because the person who came was his former confidant, He Shuguang, who brought him from a nasty student to an elite warrior.

After realizing something, Wu Wenting stepped forward and hugged him eagerly.

He said with emotion: "Xianda (He Shuguang's word for prose), I didn't expect that at this time, only you will find a way to save me; my old friends from the past, they..."

Mr. Wu’s complaining words were unfortunately not completely finished.

Because halfway through, he could feel a deep stab in his lower abdomen.

In a huge surprise, after pushing He Shuguang away, he saw the other party's faces with tears; while crying, the other party roared:

"Master Wu, I am here to send you on behalf of my brothers; this knife was for Zhang Guangxian. When he died, he thought you would definitely bring someone to fight, but it turned out?"

Then, He Shuguang stabbed Wu Wenting in his lower abdomen.

There was a crying roar in his mouth, and it was also one after another: "This knife was for the horse to move forward. Even if he died, he could not close his eyes."

"This knife is for Zhou Yuanzheng. He will never believe that Wu Wenting, who said he would take us to die, would become like this until he died~"

In such a roar, Wu Wenting thought of many things.

For example, the names after names in He Shuguang's mouth, and the extremely immature and youthful face when he first met him.

With a bitter smile, Wu Wenting finally let go and grabbed it in his hand. He could have smashed the stool that could have hit He Shuguang's head, allowing this former confidant to continue stabbing him.

He Shuguang's words had stabbed Wu Wenting seventeen times after hearing the footsteps of the guards rushing.

It was for the sake of the brothers who died on the No. 3 Highland, each stabbed him.

Finally, before the guard arrived, he chose to cut his throat with one knife.

Because for him, the most important belief in his heart completely collapsed, and killing Wu Wenting with his own hands has become his biggest obsession.

At this point, all the student soldiers under Wu Tuanzuo died without exception.

What? Didn’t there be a disfigured student soldier who survived the war?

It was true that the same was true. It was only on the third day after the war, the student soldier who had already passed the dangerous period secretly cut off his wrist in the quilt.

He was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid of his completely disfigured face, but he could not accept the belief in the past and the man he followed had changed.

After Hu Biao and others saw this scene, they sighed silently.
Chapter completed!