Yang Chen held the fallen Zhuo Jingyu, his eyes filled with tears, and roared, "Coach! Hold on! Hold on! I will take you back! I will treat you!"
Zhuo Jingyu shook his head and bitterly smiled, "You see, being too emotional always leads to a quicker death..."
Seeing Zhuo Jingyu's smile, Yang Chen couldn't help but burst into tears.
Zhuo Jingyu had warned him, but he didn't listen, and now he had gained such a lesson at the cost of Zhuo Jingyu's life.
Yang Chen took a deep breath, looked at the tombstone, his eyes slightly red, and said, "Yes! As a coach, you should have stayed at the base, what were you doing running to the battlefield!"
But there was no response.
Old Zhuo's face also slightly changed, his eyes slightly red.
He sighed and said, "Fortunately, at least there's someone like you to remember him, to honor him; even though this person is not some kind of commander, he's still a martyr, and being remembered makes it worthwhile."
