Wang Zhong hurriedly slid down to his position and looked towards the gunner.
The gunner's arm was wrapped in bandages, but they didn't seem to be of much use, as they were soaked through, drenching the uniform beneath.
The gunner's face was covered in blood, only his lips were frighteningly pale.
His breathing was incredibly weak, and he spoke with no strength in his voice, as if operating the main gun had drained all of his energy.
He stared at Wang Zhong, his right hand trembling as he lifted it, pointing to the pocket on his chest.
Wang Zhong understood immediately, reaching quickly to unbutton the pocket and pulling out a letter stained with fresh blood.
In various movies and TV shows, he had often seen such scenes, but he never dreamed he would personally experience one.
The letter in his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Gunner: "Argesukov, Krugen Street 43, Alexeyevna..."
After finishing his words in fits and starts, the gunner's hand slipped to the floor.
