The fifth thousand four hundred and forty-nine chapters tattered monk clothes
Wan Lin followed Xiaohua back to the hillside where he was just now. He ran to the rock where Feng Dao and the little monk were hiding, and saw the little monk kneeling beside Feng Dao with a bandage wrapped around Feng Dao's left arm.
Wan Lin ordered Xiaohua to be on guard on the hillside above, and then ran to Feng Dao and the two like a gust of wind. He raised his hand and pulled the little monk aside, then grabbed Feng Dao's hand and quickly checked his wrist pulse. He looked at Feng Dao's rapid movements.
asked: "Where else is it hurt?"
Feng Dao pushed Wan Lin's hand away and replied: "Leopard Tou, I'm fine. It's just that the bullet penetrated my upper arm and cut off a piece of flesh. No muscles or bones were injured. Jing Heng has helped me apply medicine to treat the wound."
The little monk was also squatting under the rock. He looked at Wan Lin furtively, and then stammered: "Yes, yes, yes, Feng...Brother Feng is just a minor injury, nothing...it's nothing serious. I'll give it to Brother Feng..."
...Look." Just now he didn't obey Wan Lin's order and rushed up the hillside without authorization. He was really afraid that Wan Lin would deal with him, so he was very nervous.
Sure enough, Wan Lin heard the little monk's stammering voice. He widened his eyes, turned to look at the boy and shouted sternly: "Why didn't you listen to the command just now? Who told you to rush up the hillside without permission?"
Seeing Wan Lin's stern look, the young monk raised his hand and patted his bald head. He muttered regretfully: "I... why did I say it again? This... isn't it for... to scold..."
He sat down under the rock, shrank his head and replied in a low voice: "I...I didn't...act without permission. At that time, you...you were all targeted by bad...bad guys, and all the bullets...were all aimed at...
You... flew away. I... I thought you were too... too dangerous, so I... I... sneaked up."
As he said that, he raised his eyes and secretly glanced at Wan Lin's stern expression, and quickly expressed his merit again: "Yes... that's right, I just... secretly killed three boys, and... also injured...
Then... what kind of sniper... sniper?"
When Feng Dao heard the little monk's answer, he stared in disbelief and shouted: "What, you killed those three guys above? Did you also hurt the black snake?"
The little monk quickly replied: "Yes, yes, I gave... that sniper a dart, hit him... on his arm! The other... three people, I also secretly used... bows, arrows and darts...
…Killed, no…that’s right.”
Feng Dao heard the young monk's affirmative turn and looked at Wan Lin suspiciously: "Leopard Head, is this true? I thought you and Lao Cheng killed it with a sniper rifle." Wan Lin nodded affirmatively and followed.
He glared at the little monk again.
He replied angrily: "Didn't you see the injury on this kid's arm? If Xiaoya hadn't taken off her bulletproof suit for him, this kid would have fallen on the hillside above. Just now, Black Snake was attacked
The sweet potatoes that were thrown exploded right next to him, and you can see that the clothes under this kid's ribs have been blown to pieces."
"Ah?" Feng Dao was shocked and pulled the young monk to his side. He had been lying on the rock just now, aiming his gun at the surrounding hillsides.
At that time, he only saw the bandage on the little monk's injured arm, but seeing that the kid was still moving very quickly, he just thought that the kid's arm had been grazed by a stray bullet.
But he didn't expect that this kid was actually not afraid of tigers. Not only did he quietly kill three enemies, he also dared to attack Black Snake, a top expert, and almost died in the clutches of Black Snake.
Feng Dao pulled the young monk to his side, and looked nervously at his ribs. The young monk quickly pointed to his monk's robe that had been torn by the explosion, and stammered: "Brother Feng... Master Feng
,I...It's okay. The bulletproof vest that Senior Sister Xiaoya gave to me is so...awesome. It blocked all the flying things. I...I have to go back and thank...Senior Sister Xiaoya.
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Feng Dao looked nervously at the monk's robe that was damaged by shrapnel under the young monk's ribs. He lifted up the young monk's coat, stared at the metal piece exposed inside the body armor coat, and shouted in surprise: "Pure."
Heng, lie down and let me see if your ribs are broken?" He has been in battle for a long time and knows the powerful impact of bullets.
The young monk saw Feng Dao's nervous look. He pushed away Feng Dao's extended hand and said, "Brother, I'm really... okay. At that time, I was... blown... by the strong wind of the explosion... and got knocked over.
Then I got dizzy... I got up and rushed... out of the smelly fog. It was the leopard head who hugged me." He then looked at Wan Lin, nodded his bald head vigorously and said, "Thank you...
...Thank you, Senior Brother Wan, for saving...me."
Wan Lin saw the little monk sincerely thanking him. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. He pulled the little monk to his side with some emotion. He looked down at the little monk and said: "Jingheng, you have walked away from the gate of hell."
Once again, you must obey orders from now on, otherwise you will really not be able to see your master and two senior brothers, do you hear me?"
The little monk quickly nodded his head and said: "Just...just now I wanted to obey...the order, but you were all...being stared at by the bullets of those bad guys. How could I...just...just watch?"
Wait, I have to help you no matter what. I... am a soldier now. No... I can't just watch my comrades... fight. If I... I just watch, I am still a man...
Men and soldiers... people."
Wan Lin and Feng Dao heard the little monk's stuttering explanation, and they both looked at each other movedly. Feng Dao raised his hand and touched the little monk's head, looked at Wan Lin and whispered: "Leopard head, Jingheng
Should we not mention the matter of disobeying military orders on the battlefield in the battle report? He also wants to help us."
When Wan Lin heard Feng Dao's words, he raised his gun and aimed at the mountains in front of him, nodded silently, then turned to look at the young monk and said sternly: "Jing Heng, disobeying military orders on the battlefield is a serious crime, and you will have to go to a military court! Today's meeting
We will no longer pursue the matter. You are strictly prohibited from talking about this matter to outsiders after you return. If you dare to disobey military orders again during operations, we will definitely send you to a military court, do you hear me?"
When the little monk heard that Wan Lin said that he would no longer be held accountable for disobeying military orders, he jumped up from the rock with excitement. The wind knife held down his bald head and said: "This is a battlefield. The enemy is likely to aim here and hide!"
The little monk quickly sat down under the rock again. He looked at Wan Lin with bright black eyes and said, "Thank you Leopard Head, thank you!" He then grabbed Feng Dao's arm and continued: "Thank you...Thank you, Brother Feng,
I...I will...definitely...maybe I won't go to the military...martial court when I go back, I...I'm...not stupid!"