To go up the mountain, bicycles could not be brought. Wei Dingbang left the bicycles at the nearest villager's house and climbed up the back mountain with more than twenty villagers.

Soon, people discovered traces of many people's footsteps on the road leading to Huayin.

Everyone was excited and said, "Wei Dingbang is right. These people are not going back to Zhuangtou Village. They are going in the opposite direction. They may not be from Zhuangtou Village."

Wei Dingbang walked in a somewhat stiff posture, with his lips tightly pursed into a line, as if he was trying hard to endure something.

Beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead and slid down along his carved lines.

A breeze blew in from the corner in front, bringing with it a slight fishy smell.

Wei Dingbang narrowed his eyes and looked over there.

A child wearing clothes with three patches on them was lying under the millstone-shaped flying stone in a very strange posture.

It doesn't look like he's asleep.

He raised his legs and ran towards the child.

When I got closer, I saw a pool of dark red blood under the child's head. His face was as pale as paper, and his chest was no longer moving.

Wei Dingbang was familiar with this face.

Wei Jianshe.

The only son of Wei Daying of the Anti-aircraft Artillery Regiment.

Wei Daying died in the battle against the enemy tank corps.

Wei Dingbang immediately took off his cotton jacket, rolled it into a ball, and stuffed it onto Wei Jianshe's head wound to cover it, while his other hand silently reached out to his neck.

There was no sign of a pulsation in the carotid artery under the finger.

The villagers gathered around, and many of them couldn't stop their eyes from turning red, with tears welling up in their eyes.

Wei Jianshe’s mother Ma Chunhua also came. She was originally standing at the back.

A neighbor saw the child's face and hurried back to lead her into the crowd.

As soon as Ma Chunhua saw Wei Jianshe’s pale face, her legs went weak and she knelt down, tears streaming down her face instantly.

Her lips trembled and she heard a hoarse sound in her throat. She seemed to want to cry but was speechless in an instant.

"Don't cry, don't shout, don't make any noise.

Those people might not have gone too far, and their crying and shouting would alert them.

Spread out, the child's body is still warm, maybe he can be saved. If you stand too close, it will affect my rescue efforts."

Wei Dingbang became a skilled doctor after being injured several times on the battlefield. He even learned some first aid techniques.

The villagers dispersed silently, with tears on their clothes.

Some people clenched their hands in anger and were ready to chase after the bad guys who even spared the children.

Wei Dingbang stopped them.

"Those who don't even let go of children are extremely vicious. There are more than 20 of them, and you said they are all young and strong. You only have three or four men and ten or so women. If we catch them, they will be sent to waste.

Saving lives is important.

The road in the mountains is difficult to travel on, and with so many people they will definitely leave traces, so they can't walk fast.

Once Wei Jianshe is rescued, I promise you that I will track them down as soon as possible and will never let them go," Wei Dingbang said in a resounding voice.

The villagers retreated silently.

Ma Chunhua was helped up by two women. One of them wiped her tears, while the other kept stroking her back gently to comfort her.

Ma Chunhua stared at Wei Dingbang closely and exclaimed twice.

Wei Dingbang frowned, crossed his sleeves and tied them tightly, then simply bandaged Wei Jianshe's wound.

She folded her hands and performed CPR on him alternately.

Do three sets and then switch to artificial respiration.

Everyone around stared at Wei Jianshe nervously.

Three minutes later, when Wei Dingbang had just breathed a breath into Wei Jianshe and was about to blow another breath, Wei Jianshe suddenly opened his eyes.

Wei Dingbang breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back a little.

Wei Jianshe suddenly opened his mouth and started crying, wiping his mouth with his hands while crying, "Ahhh, I was kissed by a man... I am not clean anymore, I will never be able to get a wife in the future.

If my wife knew that I had been kissed by a man, she would definitely despise me.

Wei Dingbang, you bastard...

Are you sick? You have a wife but you don’t kiss her, why are you kissing me…”

He had lost too much blood, and even though he cried hard, his voice was as weak as a kitten's cry.

To Ma Chunhua's ears, this faint sound was undoubtedly the sound of nature.

She rushed over crying, calling Wei Jianshe's name: "Jianshe, you scared me to death... Jianshe, don't say anything...

Uncle Dingbang is saving you. If it weren't for him, you would have already stepped into the palace of hell."

Wei Jianshe had a severe headache. He had just woken up and had not yet reacted. Now that his five senses had recovered, the pain was a little unbearable.

"Mom... Yes, someone hit my head... No, it wasn't me jumping on rocks and breaking my head...

The bad guy, the bad guy ran away...

They said they were going to... Zhou's house." Even though it was very painful, Wei Jianshe still told him everything he knew.

He felt that the secret these people were afraid of others knowing must be something very important.

After hearing this, Wei Dingbang hummed and praised Wei Jianshe, saying, "Well done."

Wei Jianshe immediately puffed out his chest and snorted, "That's right. My father defended his country. I am his son, and I am also a man who stands tall and proud."

"Immediately carry him back to the village and borrow a cart to send him to the hospital. You are not experts in tracking, and they are extremely vicious. It is useless for ordinary people to go up. I will track them and leave marks along the way.

When you return to the village, find someone who can ride a bicycle and quickly report to the police, asking them to bring people and guns into the mountains to search for him."

After Wei Dingbang gave a few instructions, he drew a mark on the ground with a stone and asked everyone to remember it and tell the police to follow the mark to chase them.

“Besides, some of the educated youth have also died. They might get angry and tell the village chief to lock them up in my sweet potato cellar to avoid causing more trouble.

Don’t let them out until I come back.”

These educated youth all escaped from the farm, and we cannot let them run into the police.

After saying this, Wei Dingbang went into the mountain alone.

After much hesitation, the villagers decided to do as he said.

Some people carried Wei Jianshe to the hospital, some people reported the matter to the police, and some people took the letter to the village chief to detain the educated youth.

"There are seventeen educated youth, fourteen male comrades and three female comrades. Zhou Zhiqing has been taken away, and there are sixteen left. We want to lock them up. If they resist, I'm afraid we won't be able to deal with them." After hearing the news, the village chief looked at the person who brought the news with a sad face.

My already injured head hurt even more.

"Then don't tell them first. Lie to them and tell them that they have to work in the sweet potato cellar to earn work points. After they all go down, seal the hole." Someone suggested.

"Then who will go and lie?" Everyone in Weijia Village is honest, and there are hardly any who would tell lies.

Aunt Wu stood up tremblingly and raised her skinny hand.

"I am familiar with them. I am going to deceive them. I am so old that even if they find out and get angry, they won't do anything to me."