Chapter 8 Military Action (Sixth)

Of course, Zhang Songling didn't know that the Japanese had already set up many traps for him and Zhao Tianlong. Even if he knew, it would not affect his harassment. In fact, the moment he turned around and decided to deal with the crisis side by side with Red Beard, he had made the worst plan, not because he was stupid or because he had no life, but because in the books he had read since childhood, countless ancient sages and wise men had told him how to make a choice when facing similar situations.

"Life is what I want, and righteousness is what I want. Both cannot be obtained. They sacrifice their lives for righteousness." More than three thousand years ago, an old man named Meng gave such answers when facing a student's question.

"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and they are mixed with manifolds. The lower part is the river and the upper part is the sun and the upper part is the sun and the higher part is the sun and the higher part is the sun and star..." More than 600 years ago, a scholar named Wen wrote such immortal words in the prison of the invader.

"Isn't it a great man to die with you now to see Mr. Chen underground?" Three hundred years ago, when darkness fell to the land of China again, a young man of the same age, faced the butcher knife of the conqueror and said this to his friend.

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It is true that in China's long history, there have been many scumbags like Qin Hui, Hong Chengchou, Wu Sangui, and Shi Lang. However, in the long history of civilization recorded in China, heroes such as Yue Fei, Wen Tianxiang, Shi Kefa and Xia Wanchun are also standing. As long as the world is not reversed in white, as long as this country has not completely subsided, the people here will not tolerate Qin Hui showing off his power in front of Yue Fei, and will not tolerate someone to praise Hong Chengchou as an envoy of peace and a hero of great national integration. Even if the disciples of the traitors rack their brains to find reasons for the lead party, and even if corrupt officials are careful to paint the traitors, when they expose their true purpose in broad daylight, the only thing they exchange for is one word, "Pho."

Zhang Songling was afraid of death, but he was even more afraid of insulting his ancestors. The same was true for Zhao Tianlong.

At this moment, the two "fools" were following a small hill about twenty miles away from the river bank, using daggers and clear water to help each other treat the wounds. The last wave of firepower from the Japanese was not without any effect. In addition to breaking the trees and weeds near the river bank into a sea of ​​fire, three stray bullets "lucky" hit the target. Two of them brushed Zhang Songling's left shoulder and right rib respectively, adding two ferocious channels to the surface of his body, which was already scar-ridden.

Another stray bullet made a small hole in Zhao Tianlong's clothes on his left shoulder blade. Blood flowed out along the wound, dyeing his back red and wet. Zhang Songling suddenly felt a sudden blow in his heart when he saw it at first, but Zhao Tianlong shook his head indifferently and said with a smile: "Isn't it just a gunshot wound? It's far away from the heart. No one can die. You should take care of yourself first, and wait until you can come and help me."

"You have to take out the bullet as soon as possible to avoid infection from wounds." Because of too many injuries, Zhang Songling himself had already become a half-battlefield doctor. He held the torch and looked at the bullet holes on Zhao Tianlong's shoulder blades, and frowned and responded. The bullet should have been fired from a far place behind him when the two of them evacuated from the fire scene, so it did not cause penetration injuries, but it was very likely to be stuck somewhere in Zhao Tianlong's shoulder blade. If it was not handled in time, the latter's entire shoulder might be destroyed.

"Please care about yourself first, take care of yourself first." Zhao Tianlong's voice was obviously irritable. He pushed Zhang Songling's arm away and complained loudly, "Grandma, the Japanese guys' bullets are really good at picking them. They don't shoot them early or late, but they just waited for me to go back. If Zhou Heizi saw this, I still don't know how to destroy people."

"It's okay." Zhang Songling was both angry and funny, and comforted loudly, "If he dares to arrange you randomly, I will vent his anger for you. Forget it, I can't beat him. Let's clean him up together and relax his muscles and bones."

"We'll use the two of us, I can even fuck him with one hand." Zhao Tianlong stretched out his uninjured right arm, and his five fingers were bent and stretched out. Compared to the pain at the wound, he cared more about the location of the wound. The left back scapula was lowered. Why was it so unlucky that people who didn't know the truth saw it and thought that Master Long was a deserter. It was so depressed that his grandmother was extremely depressed.

Knowing that he was arrogant, Zhang Songling didn't talk much nonsense. He stuffed the torch into the other party's right hand, pulled off three pieces of coarse cloth strips from the lapel of his clothes, and washed them repeatedly with clean water. One of them was used to wipe away the blood from the wound, and the other two were used to bandage them to prevent dust from getting into the wound, causing unexpected situations.

Although the two wounds on his body looked terrifying, they both belonged to the category of minor injuries. It took not long to deal with them. He took out another dagger that was not commonly used, and burned the tip and the two blades of the knife on the torch. After a little cooled for a while, he patted Zhao Tianlong on the shoulder and signaled the other party to turn around, "Have it patient, it will be fine soon. I can't help it. Just find something to bite it in your mouth. Don't struggle."

"Don't you look down on you, Brother Long," Zhao Tianlong curled his lips and protested with a smile, "Just do it and dig it. If you frown, I will bring you foot washing water for a whole year in the future."

"Then we're sure." Zhang Songling smiled and nodded, deliberately using words to distract Zhao Tianlong from his attention. "It's so embarrassing to let Ruyunlong be my orderly soldier. I'm afraid that Red Beard himself can't compare to me."

"Little thing." Zhao Tianlong continued to curl his lips, "Give you a pole, you really dare to climb up. If I didn't frown, would you stay and do it with me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Songling's hand couldn't help but tremble slightly, and almost used the blade to pick a big hole on Zhao Tianlong's back. He had never thought about what the future will be like. At that time, he just felt that he would rather fight for the future than send the news that the Japanese were preparing to use chemical weapons to the Lamagou in time, so as not to be poisoned by the Japanese without any precautions. However, after the warning was successfully sent out, he felt very disappointed, as if he had lost something very important and might never be able to find it in his life.

"Hey, I'm asking you, aren't you so nervous that you can't even speak." Zhao Tianlong raised the torch with one hand, and continued to tease his good friends without saying a word. "As for that, I'm not a big girl, I'll still rely on you if I get scars. When I defeat this group of Japanese devils, where are you going to go and find your old team? Will they still want you? I've heard that your Chairman Jiang has never been very sensible."

"I am following General Sun Lianzhong, and I can't talk to Chairman Jiang at the moment. Besides, he doesn't have time to care about me, Deputy Little Lian." Shaking his head vigorously, Zhang Songling temporarily left the troubles in front of him, "I'll talk about the future, let's solve the troubles in front of me first."

As he spoke, he gently poked the tip of the dagger into the wound on Yunlong's shoulder blade, and slowly expanded along the muscles. The blood accumulated under the skin immediately rushed out along the dagger blade, dripping all over his hands, suppressing the tension in his heart. He continued to stumble deep into the wound, searching several times, and finally encountered a hard object at the slightly lower position of the scapula.

Zhao Tianlong had already felt so painful that his face was gone, but he was motionless. The torch held in his right hand was trembling, shaking like a swaying sound. "If the pain hurts so badly, just shout it out. There is no one nearby." Seeing that the other party endured it so hard, Zhang Songling kindly suggested, "I took anesthetics back then, but I still howled in pain. After that, no one dared to laugh at me."

"It doesn't hurt, if you move more quickly, I'll feel even more comfortable." Zhao Tianlong's forehead was filled with sweat, but he continued to grit his teeth and hold on to the end.

Zhang Songling nodded, grabbed the torch with one hand, held it near the wound, and gently pried the deformed bullet with a short dagger in the other hand. Seeing that the bullet was about to break out of the other party's shoulder bone, Zhao Tian's voice suddenly came from his ears, "Speak, seriously, if we are still alive when we beat the Japanese away this time, will you go back to the south? Do you really want to go back to the south?"
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