Submachine gun, bullet belt, twelve grenades, a military bugle with flowing red tassels, two packs of compressed biscuits, a canteen.
Additionally, there were four heavy recoilless shells...
Clearly, these belonged to the artillery squadron, and he had voluntarily offered to help carry them.
Wang Wenxi gently helped Xiaojin up, after which Liang Erxi took Xiaojin's canteen, shook it, and there was still a sound.
He carefully placed the canteen to Xiaojin's lips, feeding him little by little: "Xiaojin, water, water..."
Throughout, Xiaojin's face remained frighteningly pale, with no response whatsoever.
All sorts of emergency measures were tried, but throughout, Xiaojin showed no reaction.
I trembled as I reached out to feel, and found Xiaojin's heartbeat had already stopped.
Liang Erxi silently and wordlessly took out his towel, wiping the dust off Xiaojin's face over and over.
He didn't even get to see the enemy before he left us like this.
