But he didn't expect that Kang Ya was also here. He was just lucky that he was bitten on his butt. Now all his clothes and fur have been burned, and his flesh is already burning.
When Kang Ya was carried to his operating room by Fanla and the others, Shuo Yu didn't even realize it was him.
The light above his head was shaking violently. There was no light in here originally. It was the wires he connected later, so it was not stable and was shaking. When his hand just touched the other person's buttocks, the Shanxi dialect made him see clearly that the other person was Kang Ya.
"Banxian'er, Banxian'er, why do all these bad things happen to me? Why am I so unlucky that I even fell off my butt~?"
Shuoyu looked at the burning buttocks and his Lin Daiyu eyes, patted the back of his head,
"Kangya, please prepare a few more butt pads when driving next time."
"Ah? What are you talking about, Banxian?"
On the first day of defending the Nantianmen, Kang Ya lost half of his buttocks.
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Shuo Yu couldn't count how many times they had resisted the Japanese attacks. They abandoned the bunker on the first floor and moved to the second floor. He also found a new room for his wounded and dead.
There was a curtain between the dead and the living, and Shuo Yu stayed with them, regardless of life or death.
Kang Ya became a wounded soldier with a buttock injury and became the most envied person by everyone, because he was the only one who survived among the other guys who were set on fire by white phosphorus bombs.
Due to the shortage of medicine, the others were infected after being wounded, or were completely killed in another attack by the Japanese.
Now Shuoyu's ward is the place everyone fears the most but also wants to go the most. They fear it because if you go there, you only have a 50% chance of surviving, and that 50% is in the hands of God. They want to go because as long as the wounded can eat two meals a day,
Those who were not wounded only ate one meal a day in order to save food.
They could only think in fear, continue to tighten their belts, swallow their saliva, and look behind the white curtain.
It can be said that Yu Xiaoqing provided all the assistance he could provide except for military assistance, including air support and artillery support. When everyone was helping him make fuel, He Shuguang's favorite place to go was the broadcasting room, looking at the east coast from the lookout, as if he could see his commander whom he followed as a believer.
Zhang Lixian is better than him, but not much better.
Shuo Yu used the crushed biscuit crumbs and the freshly boiled rainwater to make a pot of thin soup and fed it to his wounded soldiers.
Not far away, Bu La was scratching his ribs, leaning on his good brother Yao Ma, and started talking nonsense.
"Banxian'er, you have no moral integrity. I think Kang Ya got injured on purpose. Don't let that driver fool you!"
A small piece of milk candy was hit on Bu La's head. Yao Ma took it and bit half of it, and put the other half into Bu La's mouth, which made this Hunanese mouth shut.
The sound of Milong's Maxim began to ring again, which meant that they were about to start fighting again.
Shuo Yu picked up a gun and rushed to the nearest firing hole. Everyone watched their own one or several holes. From the steep slope outside, in the grass and bushes where they couldn't figure out the situation, the sound of the emperor's board still emerged from the grass, but this trick was no longer effective for them.
Si La Si La said that he also wanted to live for ten thousand years and see everything.
Shuo Yu glanced at him and shot at the blurry grass that seemed to be moving. After he shot, an even blurrier figure rolled down the steep slope.
"Captain, living for ten thousand years is very tiring. Living to a hundred years is already very good."
"Yeah?"
"certainly!"
Shuo Yu said it with certainty, and then quickly fired bullets out of the shooting port. Bula on the other end started shouting "Turtle shell!", and then a turtle shell really came over and blew away the Japanese soldier who was just using a long bamboo pole to stuff explosives into their mouth.
Gou Rou followed their leader and barked, alert to enemies that might appear from any direction. Perhaps Gou Rou was really their leader's real brother, so his physique was like that of the iron cockroach. His injury from yesterday was almost healed, and he was unwilling to miss even a single battle.
Si La Si La looked at the artillery fire from the other side and shouted, "Fatty, one more shot!"
Maybe Klauber on the other side really heard his voice, so the shells came again, continuously hitting the heads of the Japanese soldiers who were about to throw explosive packs around their guns.
In places they couldn't see clearly, many invisible holes were dug around their tree fort. Takeuchi was really a hole-digging maniac. So many ant holes appeared in one night. Now, this group of little ants crawling out of the holes were trying to climb onto them.
Dead, dead, he shouted loudly "Dead corner, dead corner!", so Shuoyu followed him and dragged a few guys to block their blind spot with him.
It's still the old trick of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, but it still works well.
More unclear things emerged from behind them. If they were not careful, the other party would almost touch them.
Shuoyu immediately followed Si La Si La to fight back, shouting for Zhang Lixian, who was nowhere to be found, to come and help quickly.
They were using their own methods to fight back, using the ready-made cluster grenades and artillery shells in the ammunition depot, which they had transformed into super explosive packs, and threw them down through the firing port.
It was like a replay of the scene on the sand table, except that they were now playing the role of the Takeuchi Regiment defending the tree fort, while the enemy outside was playing the role of Master Yu.
The courage that Fanla said only existed in theory but was absolutely impossible to possess in reality is being verified. Facts have proved that when the smoke of war obscures people's brains, recklessness and ignorance are sometimes the closest things to courage.
Their enemies consider their lives cheaper than ants, so everything is worth it.
"Dead, dead!" he cried again, a strange cry that all the cannon fodders would never forget. Shuo Yu was inexplicably excited along with him, looking at the east coast that was out of sight. Their regiment commander said that it was Clauber who was providing them with artillery support at this moment, and he believed it very much.
So he was shouting,
"Oh my god! Oh my god!"
He was happy the moment he shouted it out.
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