When Ma Bufang opened his eyes, he was lying in a dilapidated house. The beams on his head were drooping dust and spider webs, shaking as if they would fall down at any time. The bedding under him seemed to have not been cleaned for several years, and it was shiny and dark. Ma Bufang looked around in confusion. In his impression, such a dilapidated house and his identity were completely the product of the two worlds, and there was no intersection at all.

The one standing by was not the guards who often followed Ma Bufang, but another soldier. If he had not judged his identity through his military uniform, Ma Bufang would not have remembered that he had seen such a face in the army.

It can be said that Ma Bufang never cared about other people around him, but Ma Bufang felt very strange today and spoke for the first time: "Where is Ga Hai?"

Ga Hai is the guard, not big but very strong, and he started very fast. Ma Bufang once asked him to run half of Xining City in an afternoon just to find a woman for Ma Bufang who had just seen him accidentally. In Ma Bufang's memory, Ga Hai was the only one who could do this.

The warrior was covered in dust and his cheeks were covered with floating soil and cannon fodder. Because of this, when two lines of hot tears slid across his face, a funny gully was washed out of his cheek. Bloody Mountains and Rivers 342

The soldier's voice was low and hoarse, and he said slowly in a deep voice: "Report to the division commander, Ga Hai... is dead."

Ma Bufang looked at the soldier and still couldn't believe that he was a soldier in his army. His face looked too strange, but his voice was somewhat similar to himself, not because of his similar vocal cords, but because of the same thirst and hoarseness. It was not until Ma Bufang opened his mouth that he realized this. When he spit out every word, he felt that his throat was about to be torn apart. In fact, this was the case for everyone who had passed this war.

"water."

Ma Bufang endured the dry pain in his throat and said this. The soldier did not say anything. He turned his head and touched a kettle from the ground beside the bed. A hole was penetrated by a bullet leaked. Even if the lid was not opened, the water could be poured into his throat. Ma Bufang took the kettle and drank a few sips. There was sand in the water. He frowned but did not curse for the first time. After spitting out the sand and wiping his mouth, Ma Bufang stared at the kettle in his hand. This was his kettle, which was usually carried on Ga Hai.

Ma Bufang couldn't help but repeat: "Die?"

The soldier in front of him turned his head and wiped his tears secretly. He suppressed the whimper in his voice and slowly told Ma Bufang that he fainted. Only then did Ma Bufang realize that Ga Hai was hit while carrying him back.

When Ga Hai was dying, he smiled and said that his ears were sharp. For some reason, he heard the sound at the moment the bullet was "fired" and it was fortunate that he turned around in time. Otherwise, the dead person would probably be Ma Bufang, the Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao.

The warrior was crying when he said this, but Ma Bufang shook his head and smiled slightly. He had never shed tears because of other people's affairs in his life, but for some reason, when Ma Bufang heard this, his throat felt as if he was pinched, his nose was sore, and even his eyes were blurred before.

Ma Bufang suddenly remembered that Ga Hai had not married a wife yet, and was following him at a young age. When he was intrigued, he would give him a girl to him. However, Ga Hai always just smiled and avoided it. What a good young man, he didn't know what a woman felt like, but she disappeared.

All day, Ma Bufang sat at sunset western border, and his legs were numb. When he got up, he staggered and almost fell off the bed. The soldier who had been guarding him quickly stepped forward and supported Ma Bufang.

Ma Bufang, who walked out the door, noticed that the place where he was was a dilapidated courtyard, an empty house that had been abandoned for a long time. From the outside, it seemed even more dilapidated than inside. Ma Bufang coughed, and the soldiers surrounded the yard raised their heads and looked at Ma Bufang. No one stood up. The dilapidated aura returned in the courtyard. The soldiers no longer cared about military appearance and etiquette. The eyes of Ma Bufang looked at Ma Bufang were full of fatigue and pain.

Ma Bufang's eyes slowly swept across everyone's face. Until today he stared at the soldiers under his command seriously. Ma Bufang suddenly felt that if he didn't look at these faces seriously, maybe one day they would suddenly disappear from their lives like Ga Hai. After all, these are people who follow him and are those who work hard for him. For the first time, Ma Bufang felt that they didn't need to do this for themselves, at least not for granted.

Ma Bufang cleared his throat, but although he was in pain, he still tried his best to stand up straight, deliberately raising his tone and said, "Where are the others?"

Hearing this, the soldiers sitting in the yard lowered their heads one after another, and the soldiers following Ma Bufang gritted their teeth and whispered: "The only ones in the division commander."

The few soldiers left in the courtyard were only one-fifth of the number of people who set out. Even without asking, Ma Bufang already knew what others would end up. They would sleep in the lonely Gobi Desert and let the wind and sunlight. However, after a few years, even their bones could no longer be found.

Ma Bufang gritted his teeth. It was a fantasy to fight back with his men alone. At this moment, Ma Bufang's gaze just moved to the corner of the yard. A soldier tied up in a big circle fell to the corner of the wall, lying curled up on the ground, and his different military uniforms had already shown his identity.

Ma Bufang came to the corner of the wall without saying a word. The military boots covered with dust and boots raised the prisoner's chin, and glanced at the prisoner from a high place and said, "Who are you?"

The captive squinted his eyes and glanced at Ma Bufang, and snorted as if it were, "Just because you want to know? You can kill and cut it whatever you want."

This answer caused Ma Bufang to chuckled, and then saw the gunshot wound on the soldier's leg. Ma Bufang tsk twice, pulled out the scimitar that was always on his waist, squatted down in the curious eyes of everyone, pointed to the gunshot wound on the captain's leg and said: "If you suffer a gunshot wound on the battlefield, you must deal with it in time, otherwise you will be disabled for the rest of your life if you fall into the disease. Come on, you will be careful." Blood Quenching Mountains 342

Ma Bufang was talking and holding the knife in his backhand. The sharp tip of the knife instantly cut open the wound on the captain's leg. Ma Bufang didn't even blink, and his expression on his face was extremely relaxed, but the prisoner lying on the ground was obviously not easy. It seemed that in order to preserve his only dignity, the captain endured the severe pain and did not shout out loud. His lips were bitten and blood flowed. His body curled up in a ball due to the pain, and subconsciously twisted on the ground.

At this time, Ma Bufang was like a smart and skillful surgeon. He turned his wrist and raised his knife and slashed his sword effortlessly. The bullet was not dug out, but the flesh was very bloody. At the same time, Ma Bufang sighed regretfully and said, "Oh no, I accidentally broke the tendons. Have you seen it? This kind of thing still needs to be done by professional sanitary personnel, but the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, so it is still necessary to learn it yourself."

After saying that, Ma Bufang stood up and glanced at the prisoner, and said lightly: "Come on, let's leave it to you to practice."
Chapter completed!