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At dawn on the day of the month, the counteroffensive officially began. The first rays of sunlight pierced through the thin mist, illuminating the border skies with flashes of artillery fire. The deafening sounds of explosions intertwined with gunfire as soldiers charged bravely into battle, undeterred by the smoke and chaos.
On the battlefield, smoke filled the air, and the sounds of gunfire were relentless. Led by Yang Qinghe, a group of soldiers maneuvered skillfully between trenches and cover. Their eyes reflected determination and resolve; despite the dire circumstances, their morale remained high.
The enemy's firepower was exceptionally fierce, with bullets raining down like a storm and explosions echoing all around. Yang Qinghe and his team used the terrain to cleverly evade enemy attacks. Suddenly, an inexperienced young soldier accidentally exposed his position, drawing concentrated fire from the enemy. Instinctively, Yang Qinghe leaped forward, using his body to draw away most of the incoming fire.
Bombs exploded in the positions, flames and black smoke rising continuously into the sky, lighting up the entire battlefield. As the fighting intensified, Yang Qinghe received urgent orders to personally lead a battalion through enemy encirclement to engage in combat. After receiving this mission, memories of Yu Suihuan's warnings echoed in his mind: "Do not carry out the infiltration mission. Remember!"
Yet Yang Qinghe knew that this battle was critical; he had to lead his team to break through and create opportunities for survival. With no time for hesitation, he quickly devised a combat plan, dividing his battalion into several small teams. Under Yang Qinghe's command, his soldiers engaged in fierce combat with the enemy.
Fearless of enemy artillery, they pressed forward with determination. Yang Qinghe led from the front, personally charging into battle alongside his troops.
Meanwhile, Yu Suihuan awoke with a start from her dream, where Yang Qinghe lay bloodied on the battlefield. She sat up abruptly, drenched in sweat, her heart racing wildly.
She looked around and realized she was still lying in her bedroom, which made her breathe a sigh of relief. She tried to calm her emotions, but the shadow of Yang Qinghe lingered in her mind, and suddenly she felt a slight pain in her abdomen. Gently, she stroked her belly, filled with worry.
She made up her mind; she had to find him. She couldn't accept that he might die on the battlefield just like that.
Knock, knock!
Yu Suihuan thought for a moment and couldn't help but lightly tap on Wang Zhao's door. She shared the scenes from her dream and her worries with Wang Zhao. After all, she was pregnant, and moving around was inconvenient. She wanted Wang Zhao to accompany her to the front lines.
Wang Zhao pondered for a moment before speaking slowly. "Yu Suihuan, I know you're anxious, but the front lines are really far from here. Can you ensure that we can make it there before the war ends? Besides, you're still carrying a child!"
"Zhao, this is urgent. I must be honest with you. I actually have special abilities; I can manipulate space and teleport."
Yu Suihuan's gaze was firm, not resembling someone joking.
"I know this sounds unbelievable, but I truly possess this ability. I can use space to teleport us to the front lines. You just need to help me find Yang Qinghe, and the three of us will be safe!"
"Alright, I believe you!"
Yu Suihuan looked at Wang Zhao gratefully. Time was of the essence; she quickly wrote a note explaining that she had gone back to her hometown in Henan Province with Wang Zhao and asked her family not to worry.
Then she took a deep breath and concentrated, teleporting them instantly to the war front.
She found a place in a civilian house to settle down while leaving the task of rescuing Yang Qinghe to Wang Zhao.
At that moment, Yang Qinghe was leading a small team, fighting fiercely against the enemy. Amidst the hail of bullets and chaos, his comrades fell one after another.
Ignoring his overwhelming grief and anger, he gripped his weapon tightly and battled against the enemy with all his might. Unfortunately, as they fought on, their numbers dwindled until they were outnumbered.
Just then, a bullet struck Yang Qinghe in the chest. He felt a sharp pain but did not fall; instead, he fought even harder against the enemy.
At that moment, his ammunition was exhausted. He knew deep down that he might not make it out alive. With little time left for himself, he summoned all his strength and thrust the Yu Suihuan he had received from his army fiercely into the enemy's body. Even if it meant sacrificing himself, he was determined to buy as much time as possible for his comrades.
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