Nanpu Special City is the location of the Yellow Sea Fleet Command of the North Korean Navy and is also an important port for the fleet to berth. It has a population of about one million and the best hospital is the military hospital affiliated to the Navy. The doctors and nurses here are all soldiers, with high political qualities and strictly enforce superior orders.

The wounded were East Asian faces and did not have a military identity card on his neck, so he could not tell whether he was a Chinese, Japanese, South Korean, or Asian in the US military. However, during his coma, the names he murmured were all in Mandarin.

Under the careful care of the medical team of the Navy Hospital, Fu Ping'an finally woke up from a long nightmare. When he opened his eyes, he saw the birds singing and flowers singing, the white walls and blue sky. His first reaction was that he had arrived in heaven and reunited with his comrades who had died. But he turned his head and saw that there was no one in the room. After a moment of movement, he heard a wave of unbearable tingling pain from his back, which made his eyes dark and he almost fainted again.

The nurse on duty took a look every few minutes. This time she came here and finally found that the patient was awake. She said happily: "Are you awake?"

"Where is this?" Fu Ping'an asked.

"This is Weihai People's Hospital. You have been in a coma for a long time. It was the fisherman who sent you. Who are you?" The nurse's Mandarin is not only very standard, but also has a little Weihai accent.

Fu Ping'an was sure that he had not sacrificed, but he was not glad but regretful. Instead of living, he wanted to die.

"I am a soldier from the Dongshan Garage Area. My name is Fu Ping'an. Please inform my troops." Fu Ping'an said.

The nurse nodded and went out. Fu Ping'an thought of getting up. He couldn't get up. He observed that he could not see anything except the trees outside the window. The ward was a little old, the wall skirt was painted with apple green, the floor was covered with cement floor, and glass syringes and rubber tapes were placed on the bedside table. This was strange. Disposable syringes have long been popularized in the hospital. Why is Weihai People's Hospital still using glass syringes?

Half an hour later, two casual men walked into the ward. They showed their ID and claimed to be the people's police officers of the Weihai Public Security Bureau. They wanted to ask Fu Ping'an some questions.

"You said you are a soldier, what is your army number and how did you fall into the sea?" The so-called police officer had a thin black face, and his gray short-sleeved open-collar shirt was also very rustic.

"I am Fu Ping'an, a soldier in the 9th Company of the 3rd Coast Defense Regiment of the Dongshan Governorth District, stationed on 374 Island of Huanghai. On August 15th, the storm hit, and the house at our station was blown to collapse, and I was blown into the sea, that's it." Fu Ping'an replied, and his spirits became tense. This place did not look like Weihai, nor did these people look like Chinese policemen.

The policeman left after taking the transcript. The nurse came in to change the dressings. Fu Ping'an said, "Miss, you are so beautiful, I'll sing a song for you."

The nurse smiled sweetly and said yes, I listen.

Fu Ping'an sang a song of Jay Chou's blue and white porcelain, and then asked the nurse, do you know what song this is?

The nurse tilted her head and thought for a while, and said, "This is a folk song, I have heard it on TV."

Fu Ping'an smiled and said nothing.

Two hours later, two soldiers came, meticulously Xia Changfu of the People's Liberation Army, one major and the other captain, the captain took a black leather notebook to record, and the major asked questions.

"Fu Ping'an, we are from the Military Region Intelligence Department. What happened on the island on 815? You must report to the organization truthfully. You can't hide it at all, do you understand?"

Fu Ping'an said, "Trouble, stop acting. I'm ashamed of you in this acting skills. I don't have time to play with you. You want to listen to military secrets, right? Listen, I am Fu Ping'an, a soldier in the 9th Company of the Third Coast Defense Regiment of the Dongshan Garage Area of ​​the Chinese People's Liberation Army. That's all, I won't say a word."

The person who played the major got angry and took out a cigarette to light it. He took a deep breath: "No one knows that you are alive. If you cooperate, you can still go home. If you don't cooperate, you will never go home."

Fu Ping'an laughed loudly, tears came out of laughter. After laughing, he said, "Do you know what I am most afraid of? What I am most afraid of is death. I beg you, give me a shot and make a straightforward one."

The two North Korean agents looked at each other and left boredly.

As soon as they left the ward, they heard the sound of glass breaking. When they looked back, the wounded broke a salt water bottle and were struggling to pick up the sharp glass fragments and scratching it on their wrist.

Fu Ping'an was not acting, he was sincerely begging for death. A very deep wound was cut on his wrist with a fragment of glass, which only a slight injury to the big blood vessel. The doctor and nurse rushed in for first aid, and they didn't bother to speak Chinese. They yelled in Korean. Fu Ping'an's wound was wrapped and the person was tied up by a restraint to prevent him from committing suicide again.

But Fu Ping'an began to take a hunger strike. As soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of his sacrificed comrades. All three elder brothers were sacrificed. I prayed that Meng Jun was not sure about his life or death. If it weren't for his greed for merit, all this would not have happened. However, as a soldier, he had the responsibility to defend his territory, so how could he allow foreign troops to act recklessly? The two emotions were intertwined and conflicted, and it was so tortured that he was not as good as death.

It is not that easy to commit suicide. The nurse forced him to hang glucose and fill him with liquid food, so that the person must live.

...

At the Dongshan Guard District Guesthouse, Gao Xiaobo and Zhu Mengjun's family members also came one after another. Gao Xiaobo's parents are ordinary people, with the simplicity and generousness of Shandong people, and have no complaints about their son's sacrifice. There was also a female officer at the scene who silently accompanied the martyrs' family members. It is said that she is Gao Xiaobo's girlfriend.

Zhu Mengjun's family drove by himself, a black Mercedes-Benz S600, and their parents were well-dressed and decent people. The political commissar sat with the martyrs' families, waiting for the arrival of the last family, that is, the family of martyrs Pan Xing.

Someone quietly told the political commissar that Pan Xing's family would not come, and that Pan Xing had a quarrel with his family, and his father did not recognize this son at all, and he would never interact with each other.

When the political commissar was skeptical, an off-road vehicle with a license plate in the northwest province drove into the courtyard in silence. A middle-aged man with straight waist and gray hair got out of the car. Although he was wearing casual clothes and his military spirit could not be hidden, the political commissar stepped forward to salute, and the other party returned the salute. The two sides shook hands and greeted him. This was the last family member, Pan Xing's father, Pan Yuanguo.

The banquet hall No. 1 of the guesthouse was equipped with the highest-quality banquet. The commander and political commissar washed the families of the martyrs. The old commander Xiong Taihang accompanied him. There were two bottles of Maotai wine on the table, with a wide range of dishes and seafood. The commander greeted: "There are no good things to entertain everyone. They are all specialties here, such as sea cucumbers, scallops, abalone, and prawns, all fresh."

Everyone didn't move their chopsticks, only Fan Dongsheng said: "My brother asked someone to send sea goods to his home twice, all of which were dried."

This sentence aroused everyone's sadness. Perhaps except for Pan Yuanguo, every family has received seafood from their son. Now that they see things and think about others, how can they not cry again?

The soldiers at the guesthouse poured Maotai wine into the cup in front of everyone. Riesling said, "I suggest that we will toast the first glass of wine to the martyrs." Then he took the lead in spilling the wine on the ground, and the family members followed suit and paid tribute to the heroes with wine.

The second glass of wine was filled with it, and Riesling said, "The second glass of wine, I want to toast my family. Thank you for raising such an excellent son for the country, and thank you for taking care of your family and children in the rear and sharing the responsibility for your relatives who defend the country ahead. Half of your military merits are."

Everyone raised their glasses and the atmosphere was still solemn and sad. Suddenly, Huang Yaowu's son pulled his mother's clothes and whispered: "Mom, you're hungry."

Riesling suddenly realized: "Seat, start the meal, Xiao Li, tell the kitchen to make some dishes for children."

The child is afraid of having children, and the table is full of strangers even more scared him. Fortunately, there is also a Fan Dongsheng who is very good at coaxing the child. The atmosphere gradually becomes harmonious and warm. Everyone recalls every bit of his relatives and sighs.

Suddenly a clerk came in and whispered a few words to Riesling. Riesling nodded and said, "Comrade Yuanguo, let me speak with you."

Pan Yuanguo followed Lei Bida to the corridor, Luo Jin waited here, saluting the two: "You are Comrade Pan Xing's father. There is such a situation. On August 15, a man named Zhang Weina came to our garrison area..."

Pan Yuanguo's face changed immediately, but it did not occur.

Luo Jin said: "From that day to now, Zhang Weina has not been in the rice, and it has been maintained by hanging water. The comrades from the health team stopped her suicide for the fifth time."

Riesling didn't know these complicated interpersonal relationships and couldn't express his opinions, so he could only look at Pan Yuanguo.

Pan Yuanguo said: "I don't know this person."

Riesling had no choice but to say: "Then let's go back and continue. Xiao Luo, take good care of Zhang Hena, don't have any trouble, contact her family as soon as possible and send the person back."

Luo Jin said helplessly: "Yes."

Back at the banquet, Pan Yuanguo spoke: "Commander, I ask to see the children's remains. This is not an exaggeration."

Riesling looked embarrassed: "This... is not easy to deal with. Fu Ping'an has not found his body so far. Some martyrs' bodies have been severely damaged... They were hit on the reef in the storm. I don't recommend taking a last look."

Pan Yuanguo said: "I am a soldier, I have never seen you. I asked to see my son for the last time. What about you guys?"

Zhu Mengjun's father said he wanted to see it, Gao Xiaobo's family also wanted it, but Huang Yaowu's wife was unsure of her mind. Fu Dongmei suggested: "Stop looking, you won't feel good after watching it in this life, so just leave a last impression."

Ge Liping nodded and said, "We won't watch it."

After the reception banquet, the Huang family and Fu family stayed, and the others followed Riesling to the cold storage to pay tribute to the martyrs' remains. The four ice coffins were filled with the martyrs' bodies. Gao Zhupan and the other two were so complete. The wound on their necks and foreheads were blocked with adhesive cream, and they could not be seen. However, Huang Yaowu's body was really incomplete and he lost his head. He really couldn't let his family see it.

Amid the low sobs, Pan Yuanguo stepped forward and stroked his son's face. When he touched the back of his head, he understood that his son was shot in the back of his head and was beaten by a sniper, so he did not suffer when he died.

The temperature in the cold storage was too low. Pan Yuanguo's guards brought in a military uniform to help the chief put it on. A golden star flashed on his shoulder. Pan Yuanguo buttoned it and saluted his son's body.

...

It was late at night, in a Korean barbecue restaurant in Wangjing, two Koreans were drinking, one cup after another, and when they were in a deep state, the older one said, "There is a batch of very precious goods, Uncle Sam must want them very much."

The young man asked, "What's the look?"

The older one took out a photo and handed it to the other party: "We all know what happened in the Yellow Sea a week ago. This is the only survivor, and it is currently in our hands."

The young man looked at the photos, took a photo with his mobile phone, and asked, "I will tell the uncle, what is the approximate price?"

The older one raised a finger.

"One million?" asked the young man.
Chapter completed!