西装曓徒之我就是豪门

Under the setting sun, the Gobi desert is stained with blood, and the smell of gunpowder smoke and rust fills the air. The last special forces member leaned against the boundary monument, his combat uniform soaked in blood, and the penetrating injury to his left leg made him breathe tremblingly, but his eyes were fixed on the enemy approaching behind the dunes. Three hours ago, all members of the team blocked the cross-border armed forces, and teammates died one after another. Now he is out of ammunition and food, his rifle is empty, and his dagger is embedded in the enemy's body and cannot be pulled out. As the enemy's footsteps approached, he looked up at the word "China" on the boundary marker, took out the last grenade, and pulled off the fuse. The sparks flickered dazzlingly in the dusk. "Don't come here!" He roared hoarsely. The enemy approached with a grim smile. He closed his eyes and flashed the captain's words: "Behind us is the motherland. Taking a step back would be a shame." The sound of gunfire broke the silence, and he opened his eyes suddenly, throwing the grenade at the moment the enemy rushed towards him. There was an explosion, and the shadow of the boundary monument was stretched out in the firelight. When reinforcements arrived, the battlefield was quiet. The boundary monument stands in the Gobi desert, with traces of blood still there, and the wind blowing through the sand dunes seems to be telling his oath to defend the territory to the death.