Shuo Yu just hoped they would never find out.
When he had tied his arms and raised his hands to give voice to his organs that could no longer feel anything,
"Captain, I'm still hungry!"
His leader said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Master Yu has prepared a lot of delicious food for them! Enough for them to have many meals!"
Shuo Yu shut his mouth and left the place. Fanla followed their leader to within three meters, while he went to his ward, operating room (and morgue).
The whimpering and wailing once again occupied his ears. The cries of several patients in the ward were not only for their stomachs, but also for the parts of their bodies that had been unfortunately cut off.
There was a shortage of medicines. He had no anesthetics, not enough anti-inflammatory drugs, and even lacked bandages to bandage his wounds. The only thing he had was a Changfeng sword.
Shuo Yu checked the patients who were still screaming on the other side of the curtain, looked at the degree of decay of their bleeding wounds, and helped them remove the rotten flesh and re-bandage them.
At the very end, even he didn't know how long it had been, Si La Si La was still harassing the Japanese with his voice, Shuo Yu was here wiping his Chang Feng and himself clean, singing to coax his patients to sleep,
Not only on this side of the curtain, but also on the other side of the curtain.
"Gently awaken your sleeping heart and slowly open your eyes~
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Sunrise awakens the morning, and the earth is reborn with glory~
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Let us hope for a better tomorrow, let us hope for a better tomorrow…”
When he finished singing, the first cloud in the sky was dyed orange by the rising sun, and the third day arrived.
There was another heavy fog, but not as heavy as the day they came. Shuo Yu went up to fetch water as usual and wiped the faces of everyone he could see. Today was another day.
Dead, dead, at the lookout in the broadcasting room, using the telescope that was supposed to be used by Takeuchi to observe our artillery on the east coast, he looked at Yu Xiaoqing and the others on the east coast.
Following him up were some guys who were awakened by hunger and didn't know what to do.
Shuoyu threw his handkerchief at Fanla, who was looking towards the east coast with their leader at the lookout.
"Why, is there any movement on the other side?"
Meng Fanle covered his face with the still warm rag thrown to him, shook his head, and felt a little sore in his eyes. He really wanted to shout "Long live Yu Xiaoqing!" if this could remind Young Master Yu of them who were still on the west bank.
Fanla took off the rag on his face and threw it at their leader's face. He also put his eyes close to the artillery mirror and looked at it without saying anything.
That says it all.
Shuo Yu carried the basin of muddy water out and wiped other people's faces. Young Master Yu was not coming, but their lives had to go on.
When Shuo Yu had just finished half of his useless task which he had to do three times a day, instead of the assistance promised in the telegram, they received another charge from the Japanese.
"Dead, dead, dead!" he yelled, as if calling out to everyone's soul. Shuo Yu was also woken up by him. He picked up a gun and started looking for the nearest shooting hole. He shot at the outside at a weird angle that made it impossible to see anything.
Yellow locusts swarmed towards them like the rising tide of the sea, coming towards them from eight directions at the same time.
While shouting "Dead corner, dead corner!", Shuo Yu was busy helping other people and changing the magazine for his gun. Milong's Maxim rifle was firing non-stop, which really saved many lives.
Zhang Lixian's bazooka fired huge waves of sand and dust that hit the Japanese soldiers. The artillery fire from the east coast supported them. All the bastards knew who it was even if their regimental commander didn't shout.
The only one who can help a bastard is another bastard, and the same is true for a group of people.
A lone plane flew in the sky, dropping insignificant aerial bombs on their enemies. The sound of tanks echoed on the other side of the river, but this time they came to help them.
But all of this is not on a large scale. They are just spontaneous assistance from a few guys whose hearts are still beating and blood is still pumping.
Bu La had just finished shouting "Turtle bastard" when he saw Snake Butt being dragged out by a group of Japanese soldiers. Even so, Snake Butt was still shouting all the names that could save him, but as usual, they were nicknames.
Milong also shouted "butt butt" and asked Fanla to throw the first aid kit on his butt.
The battle was nearing its end. Shuo Yu was standing in a firing hole, biting the butts of the guys who were trying to escape back into the earth.
Then he also saw the scene of the snake's butt being dragged away, and rushed out without even thinking. When he rushed out, there was only one bullet left in his gun. He killed one of the people who was holding the snake's butt, and stabbed another to death with Changfeng, and there were still two.
The captain and his men were still chasing him. Shuo Yu looked at the distance between him and them, gritted his teeth, and began to walk on all fours, just like Gou Rou. This would make his speed very fast in a short time. He really had no other better choice.
He had now completely rushed out of their trench, and the only thing in his eyes was the snake butt reaching out to him for help.
From behind a steep slope, a small group of Japanese soldiers suddenly appeared and shot at him and the regiment commander and others behind him.
There were gunshots from behind him, and he heard people calling him "die, die", but he didn't turn around. He didn't even try to dodge the bullets because that would slow him down.
Just like that, at the last moment when Snake Butt was about to be dragged into the dark tunnel, he grabbed his hand. Snake Butt was struggling, and in his hand he held the kitchen knife that he never let go of, he chopped at the other little devil who was holding on to him.
He said,
"Banxian'er, you're finally here. If you were a step later, Brother Snake would have been killed by the Japanese!"
"Well, here I come."
In places that Shuo Yu couldn't see, he began to develop broken blood marks from the soles of his feet to his calves, but none of this mattered now.
The important thing is that he is almost out of strength, and one of Snake Butt's legs is still being held tightly by the people in the tunnel, who refuse to let go. He doesn't know how many people are in the tunnel, but he is the only one here now.
When he ran over just now, he had used up most of his strength and had no extra strength to use for tug-of-war, not to mention that the rope for tug-of-war was the snake's body.
"Someone come! Help!"
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