"How are you today?" A very familiar voice from Tangcheng sounded in his ears, but Tangcheng just couldn't remember who the owner of this voice was, let alone who the owner of the voice was. At this moment, Tangcheng just couldn't remember who the owner of the voice was.
He couldn't even open his eyes. His eyelids seemed to be extremely heavy. Tang Cheng tried hard many times but still couldn't open his eyes. There were various sounds in his ears and voices with various accents, but Tang Cheng could only listen.
He couldn't see it. Days like this had lasted for a long time. Not only could Tang Cheng not be able to open his eyes, he couldn't even move his fingers. He was also constantly waking up and sleeping. He didn't even know whether he was alive or dead.
Already dead.
There were always people talking and making various noises around him, but Tang Cheng could not open his eyes to see. Unknowingly, Tang Cheng fell asleep again. In his coma, Tang Cheng knew nothing about what was happening in the outside world.
, At this moment, he was struggling hard in his dream. The dream in Tangcheng was full of blood, with corpses and people standing covered in blood but unable to see their faces everywhere. The shell gun that Tangcheng relied on the most had long since disappeared.
There is only one long knife in his hand.
This is almost a silent world. The bloody people rushing to Tangcheng like a tide made no sound, and Tangcheng, who was wielding a long knife, could not scream either. There were stumps and broken arms everywhere in the pool of blood. The blood flowing into Tangcheng was silent.
People pestered Tang Cheng endlessly, as if they wanted to stalk him to death. There were no companions, no cover, and no flanks, only Tang Cheng himself. After hacking for a long time, the bloody man in front of Tang Cheng was not hacked.
After finishing the killing, he looked down and saw that there were countless severed hands hanging on his feet. It was very difficult to move every step.
He violently waved the long knife in his hand and chopped the blood people in front of him into a gap. Before the blood people could get close to him, Tang Cheng jumped up on the spot. He wanted to find a suitable position for him to hold. There was no suitable position for him.
At a glance, the place was filled with trembling crowds. Tang Cheng waved his long knife and prepared to cut off the broken arms on his legs one by one. Unexpectedly, one of the knife actually cut off his leg, and the place where he was hit by the knife was very painful.
Tang Cheng couldn't help but scream.
"Damn it, I can finally scream." Tang Cheng, who endured the pain, was very glad that he had not become mute yet. Looking up again, the blood people who were rushing towards him like a tide just now suddenly receded. For fear of being
There would also be bloody men out of sight who would attack him. Holding back the pain, Tang Cheng dragged his long knife and ran away in the direction behind him.
The road under his feet was bumpy. Tang Cheng, who had only one shoe left on his feet, couldn't help cursing in his heart. In this damn place, the whole sky was only a touch of fish belly white, and there was neither the sun nor the moon or stars. Tang Cheng couldn't help but curse.
Can't tell whether it's morning or dusk.
The world seemed to have become quiet all of a sudden. He couldn't tell the time and there was no wind. This weird place made Tang Cheng feel so aggrieved that he just wanted to look up to the sky and scream, but he didn't dare. He was afraid that those bloody people would besiege him again. In order to give
To embolden himself, Tang Cheng decided to hum a song in a low voice. He could no longer remember many of the songs, so he started singing the cowboy song that Robert had taught him. He hummed it several times, but Tang Cheng could not sing Robert.
The smoothness and comfort you feel when teaching yourself.
Fortunately, Tang Cheng hummed not to relieve boredom but to embolden himself. He didn’t know how long he had been walking until Tang Cheng’s mouth was dry, and then he finally stopped and sat down. It was really true.
There was no strength anymore. At this moment, Tang Cheng even had no strength to continue holding the long knife. Panting heavily, Tang Cheng spread his limbs and lay down on his back.
This place is not very big, but after walking for a long time, I still can't find the exit. Damn it, what kind of place is this? Just give me a direction. When I was alone, Tang Cheng began to think about Liu Shitou.
Laodongbei, I miss Hou San, Dice, and Tan Fei, but it's a pity that they are not here. If they were here, they would never watch me become tired like this.
He kept walking before because Tang Cheng was afraid, but now he suddenly stopped, but Tang Cheng's mind was unusually clear. Something seemed wrong. Tang Cheng, who was lying on his back, began to think about his memories. He thought of Wu Lao
Third, when I think of Wu Laosan, I think of Fushui River. Yes, it was Wu Laosan who rowed his boat across the Fushui River. Later, it was also Wu Laosan who rowed his boat back to the other side of the Fushui River. And then, Wu Laosan
Three seemed to follow him.
Tang Cheng began to connect the messy memories in his mind one by one until he remembered Baijiacun and Xiuhe. When he thought of Baijiacun, he would naturally think of Bai Shouyi, when he thought of Xiuhe, he would think of the ferry, and when he thought of Xiuhe, he would think of the ferry.
What Fukou did. "By the way, the last thing I did was to take Old Northeast and the others to send the arms they defrauded from the Japanese arsenal across the Xiuhe River." Tang Cheng, who was lying on his back, suddenly sat up.
, but he clearly remembered that he and the ferry had been hit by Japanese grenades, and the last memory in his mind was the red color in front of him.
"No, no, I must have remembered it wrong somewhere." Tang Cheng, who was sitting on the ground, began to fumble with his body. Three grenades from the Japanese army exploded on the ferry. At such a close distance, he could definitely hide.
However, despite the attack of shrapnel, why didn’t he have any wounds on his body? The old wounds he had in Shanghai and Nanjing were still there, but why didn’t he have any wounds from the grenade grenade that could tear the ferry into pieces?
Scars? Tang Cheng’s mind was completely messed up.
"No, no, there must be something wrong somewhere." Tang Cheng, who had regained some strength, stood up and looked around. In his subconscious, Tang Cheng had already realized that something was wrong with this place. "Yes, I was there before.
I vaguely heard the sound of someone talking, but there was nothing here." Tang Cheng suddenly realized what the problem was. This was a nightmare. Tang Cheng suddenly realized that he was trapped in a dream. Damn it, Tang Cheng had some
He threw the long knife in his hand angrily. Since he was in a dream, it was useless to ask for the long knife.
Tangcheng has never felt such helplessness and fear before. People can actually be trapped in a nightmare and cannot escape. If such a thing were not a real experience that he was going through, Tangcheng would laugh and call it a fallacy like everyone else. It seemed to be raining.
, Tang Cheng’s face was wet, and Tang Cheng couldn’t help but be overjoyed. But when he looked up, he found that the sky was still lifeless. It turned out that it had not rained at all. But if it had not rained, his face would
Where did the moisture come from? Tang Cheng reached out and touched his clothes but was surprised to find that the clothes were dry.
Vaguely, Tang Cheng smelled a smell, a very familiar smell. Tang Cheng thought about it carefully and finally remembered why this smell felt so familiar. Damn it, Hou San, who never brushed his teeth or rinsed his mouth, had this smell in his mouth.
This smell made Tang Cheng subconsciously reach out and touch his face, smelling the moisture on his hands carefully. Hou San never brushed his teeth or rinsed his mouth after eating, and the strong breath was nauseating.
It was Tang Cheng who wanted to vomit now, because the smell of water vapor on his face was actually the same as Hou San's breath.
"Hou San, get the fuck out of my way, and if you bring your stinky mouth over again, I will sew it up for you with a needle and thread." Tang Cheng glared and cursed subconsciously. Following this curse, Tang Cheng's eyes
But suddenly a light appeared. Although it was still very blurry, after blinking a few times, his vision gradually became clear. Sure enough, Hou San's long face appeared in front of him, and he saw Tang Cheng looking at him, his eyes red and swollen.
The haggard Hou San shouted happily, and then sprayed saliva all over Tang Cheng's face.
His eyes could see clearly, and his ears seemed to be gradually recovering. Before Tang Cheng could twist his neck, he heard a heart-rending cry from his side. Tang Cheng couldn't help but grin, because he
I could tell that the cry came from Liu Shitou. "Wake up, wake up, the company commander is awake." After repeated confirmation, Liu Shitou, crying with joy, jumped three feet high and ran out of the room.
Liu Shitou naturally went to call for people. In just a moment, Tangcheng was crowded with people, and the already small room suddenly fell into chaos. Zhang Xiaobao's smiling face and Dice's unshaven face were all filled with Liu Shitou.
With red-eyed faces, Tang Cheng's gaze passed over their faces one by one. Hou San, who was relieved, sat in a chair beside the bed in frustration and said to himself: "God bless me, I'm finally alive."
"
Everyone was busy talking to Tang Cheng about what they wanted to say, but there were too many people talking, and everyone wanted to say something loudly, so Tang Cheng couldn't hear a word clearly. "
Let’s all go out and gather around here. Leave some space for him. The space is so big. You’ve sucked all the air. You’re going to suffocate him to death.” Mulian Shan, who hurried in, looked around.
They walked around, except for Liu Shitou and Hou San, who was slumped in a chair, and drove everyone else out.
Mu Lianshan is a doctor, so no one can doubt what he said. Although Dice and others were very reluctant, they had to wait outside the door. Mu Lianshan stretched out his hand and put it on Tang Cheng's wrist, then checked again.
Tang Cheng's eyes and tongue coating were relieved. "It's okay. He's fine when he wakes up. Although his injuries are still serious, his health is pretty good. He will be fine if he continues to take medicine and rest for a while.
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Only then did Tang Cheng, who had been lying down, realize that his whole body was covered with gauze and bandages. It seemed that his last memory was correct. When he boarded the ferry to cross the Xiu River, he was indeed beaten by the Japanese army.
He was injured by a grenade grenade, and the gauze and bandages on his body were the best proof. When the people waiting outside the door learned that Tangcheng was well, they squeezed into the room again. Looking at the room full of people, their whole bodies
Tang Cheng, who was wrapped in gauze bandages like a rice dumpling, grinned and said, "I'm back. It's great to see you again."