Adults are hanging the lottery!

When the wounded soldiers who were originally grateful for Zhu Mingzhong's wounds, they all looked at the adults who had been busy for more than an hour when they heard this.

Although his clothes were covered with blood when he came, everyone thought that the blood was the enemy. No one expected that he was injured. Now he ignored his body and treated everyone here. Thanks and moved them. Many brothers' eyes instantly burst into tears.

"Sir, go and rest quickly. My injury is not a problem..."

Wang Xiuwu, who was lying on the ground, had tears hazy at his eyes, and he waved his hand and sobbed.

"Master, I'm really, it's nothing, you, don't..."

"Lying down..."

Zhu Mingzhong, who realized that he was injured again, frowned when he pressed Wang Xiuwu.

"Um……"

When Wang Dahu, who was beside him, he quickly wanted to go up and help him.

"fine!"

Zhu Mingzhong bent down and pushed Wang Dahu away and smiled at the brothers around him.

"Brothers, please take down Jiangyin with Zhu. What's the point of Zhu's injury? You might as well heal the brothers first..."

The reason why he could say this is because Zhu Mingzhong knew his injuries very well. He had examined his wounds when he put out the fire before, but it was just an epidermal trauma and would not have any effect at all.

As he stretched out the tip of the needle, he heard Wang Xiuwu snorting, and Zhu Mingzhong asked.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, sir..."

When talking, Wang Xiuwu looked like tears falling from rain.

"Sir, villain, villain..."

He originally wanted to say that he would repay the Lord with a broken bone, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't speak.

Feeling the gratitude of the wounded soldiers lying on the table and the changes in their eyes as they looked at them, Zhu Mingzhong smiled.

"Don't talk, Lao Zhu, I still say the same thing. Since the brothers are with Lao Zhu to kill the enemy, they are all my good brothers. Our brothers share the joys and sorrows, live and die together. How can Lao Zhu abandon his brothers and let his brothers suffer..."

While saying this, he bandaged the wound and washed the wound with salt water for the wound, and then sprinkled some golden sore medicine from the camp. At this moment, Wang Xiuwu was moved and whimpered and couldn't speak at all...

"Sir, villain, little..."

"Brother, look at what villain you said, you are Lao Zhu's brother! If you talk about villain again, Lao Zhu will not recognize you as a brother..."

What is love soldier like a son? Maybe he has never told Zhu Mingzhong what to do, but he knows how to do it. When he reached out to take the bandage, he felt dizzy just as soon as he got together.

When his body was shaking, he was about to fall, Wang Dalong next to him hurriedly supported him.

"Sir, how are you?"

Wang Xiuwu, who was still lying on the table, shouted even more nervously,

"Hurry, let the adult lie down quickly. The adult's body is bleeding. It must be the wound that collapsed..."

His shouts made the wounded soldiers around him. At this time, they all saw that Zhu Mingzhong's clothes were oozing out of his ribs.

"No, it's okay..."

Zhu Mingzhong, who was being held by someone, felt the severe pain of the wound on his waist. He looked at Wang Xiuwu and said.

"Bandage your brother first..."

As soon as Zhu Mingzhong's words fell, Wang Xiulan stood up and shouted loudly.

"Hurry, kill me quickly, kill me, don't get tired of sir..."

"Kill me quickly..."

As soon as the front legs entered the hall, Zhang Jinsheng and others listened to the excited shouts of the wounded soldiers in the hall. Then the scene in front of them made them unable to believe their eyes. They saw that more than 200 wounded people could stand up and kneel there, while Zhu Mingzhong, who was supported by someone, stood there, holding a fine linen in his hand.

"Sir, please go and rest first. Otherwise... I will kill me and I will not dare to work hard again!"

Wang Xiuwu knelt there, his face full of death.

"Please go and rest first! If the adults don't go and rest, I will die in front of the adults!"

The other wounded also said loudly that for them, nothing is more important than the adult's body.

Zhu Mingzhong, who was supported by Wang Dahu, looked at everyone so despair and clasped his fists at them.

“Let the brothers suffer…”

Looking at the scene in front of you in horror, Li Ziyuan, Zhang Jinsheng and the others were all stunned, so when they arrived upstairs, their expressions were still a little dazed, as if they could not accept everything they saw. What's going on?

This is the human heart!

Looking at the seven people with a shocked expression, with a pale face and no blood at all, he sneered in his heart, what is the human heart?

Human hearts can be used to win over. Sometimes they don’t need money at all, they only need words, and only some care. After all, human hearts are made of flesh!

Love soldiers like sons!

Why do famous generals from ancient times to the present and in China and abroad love soldiers as much as their sons? Isn’t it just to win over the hearts of soldiers? Isn’t it just to make them work hard for themselves on the battlefield?

I love soldiers like my sons, but I just want to kill people!

Sitting on the chair and staring at the seven people with complex expressions, Zhu Mingzhong recited their names one by one.

"Li Ziyuan, Zhang Jinsheng, Sun Xingping, Wang Jiaoquan, Zhao Jiquan, Li An, Zhang Mingjin..."

These seven people are the Qianmai in the camp. The Chief of the Barracks is also the leader of the more than 1,500 brothers. It can be said that they are also his future arms. The soldiers' hearts have been taken back, and now they are the only ones left.

Standing up, Zhu Mingzhong walked up to them, holding the wine jar in his hand, staring at the seven of them and said.

"If you can win this battle, in addition to the soldiers' lives, you cannot do without the support of your brothers. If you don't have the help of your brothers today, how could you be like Zhu today! You are the generals of my future camp today. Tomorrow you will be the generals of my Zhu, the generals of my brothers. Since you are eating in the same bowl, you will not talk nonsense. From now on, Zhu's life and future will all depend on you. In short, you will be Zhu's right-hand man in this life. Please contribute more to me, and also to yourself. Zhu will be promoted in the future and will never treat you badly!"

There is not much artificiality, there is only reality, only naked interests. After all, they are all the generals in the camp. They know very well what it means to "wind people's hearts". As they spoke, Zhu Mingzhong used a dagger to slash his palm, then dripped blood into the wine jar and said to the seven of them.

"Now, Zhu swore to the sky that he will never let down all the brothers. If he violated this oath, the sky would beat the five thunders and would be willing to live and die with Zhu, kill the Tartars together, and seek wealth, drink this wine!"
Chapter completed!