"Uh, uh!"

In the south city, the Dragon Boat Festival is still vomiting, which is a symptom of concussion.

Ma Zhongyan, Lao Aopan and others were at a loss because they kept vomiting on Dragon Boat Festival and they had no idea of ​​the cause. Even if Dragon Boat Festival told them that it was a concussion, they didn't understand at all.

In the end, Dragon Boat Festival can only say: "Let me rest for a while, rest for a while."

The Dragon Boat Festival was lying on the sandbag, and the forearm on the right was still bleeding and swollen.

At this time, Ma Zhongyan remembered that Dragon Boat Festival was injured.

She quickly asked someone to bring the Japanese medicine box and took out alcohol from it to disinfect the Dragon Boat Festival.

In a daze, the Dragon Boat Festival felt that someone was treating the wound for themselves, but was just treating the surface.

But this was useless. The Japanese bayonet penetrated his right forearm. Even the inside of the wound must be disinfected. Otherwise, the wound will be infected and his entire right arm will be destroyed.

"Inside, inside."

Dragon Boat Festival barely said a few words, but fell asleep again. His brain was shocked, and he was sleepy except vomiting.

And coupled with the fatigue of fighting overnight, the Dragon Boat Festival fell asleep in a very short time.

"What did you say? Inside? Is it hurt inside?"

Ma Zhongyan asked, but at this time, Dragon Boat Festival had already fallen asleep.

Ma Zhongyan rushed to take off the Dragon Boat Festival's clothes because she guessed that the Dragon Boat Festival must have been injured inside the clothes.

But at this moment, Lao Aba Pan grabbed the injured hand of Dragon Boat Festival and looked around and said, "Miss Ma, don't look for it. I guess the group is talking about the injury of his right arm. This is a penetration injury. He asked you to disinfect the inside of the wound."

"It's also disinfected inside? How do you disinfect it?"

Ma Zhongyan was surprised, but the old abacus had experience because he had seen Dragon Boat Festival deal with his own wounds.

The last time was also the same. The Dragon Boat Festival's arm was penetrated by the Japanese bullets. The Dragon Boat Festival took medical clamps and clamped alcohol cotton from one side to the other side for disinfection, and it was repeated three times.

The old abacus was scared to death at that time and said, "How painful does the group seat hurt?"

Dragon Boat Festival said: "It hurts now, it is better than losing one arm. Once the wound is infected, the entire arm will be cut off."

So it is precisely because of this that when the Dragon Boat Festival talked about it, the old abacus suddenly remembered this incident.

He trembled with his hands, picked up the medical forceps in the medicine box, and trembled with cotton to dip it in alcohol.

The old abacus is timid, and when he sees the blood, his hands and feet are shaking involuntarily.

Originally, Ma Zhongyan wanted to scold Lao Baba for being useless. But if she thought about putting medical forceps and alcohol from one side of her arm to the other, she also got up all over her body.

Ma Zhongyan didn't dare to do anything, so she could only do it and put it on the shelves.

puff!

When medical forceps pushed in from one side of the wound, the other side of the wound instantly opened, and black blood clots and bright red blood surged out, which was shocking.

Dragon Boat Festival woke up in pain in an instant. He moved for a while, and his body was in a state of reflex to sit up.

Lao Abacus quickly said, "Press him, hold him, don't let him move, it will be bad if you pull the wound open."

Seven or eight bandits rushed up to help hold the Dragon Boat Festival.

Fortunately, Dragon Boat Festival was too tired, and after waking up from pain, I fell asleep again.

The old abacus had made some blood at this time, and he clumsyly wiped it with cotton, but he couldn't stop it.

Ma Zhongyan really couldn't stand it anymore. Although she was a little timid, she was always better than the old plan. If he did this like that, I'm afraid that Dragon Boat Festival would not be cured and he died of excessive blood loss.

She snatched the medical forceps from the old abacus's hand and grabbed a new piece of medical cotton and dipped it in the alcohol.

Looking at the wound that had been opened by Dragon Boat Festival, Ma Zhongyan's hands were also shaking, but there was no way. If she didn't do it now, I'm afraid that Dragon Boat Festival's arm would be really disabled.

She suddenly stabbed the medical forceps into the wound, and another stream of blood with black blood clots sprayed out.

Blood splattered on Ma Zhongyan's body, but she didn't care at all and continued to clean the wounds of the Dragon Boat Festival with the alcohol cotton.

At this time, the bandits and people around him could not bear to look at him.

But their inner respect arises naturally.

And especially those rescued people, they saw the strong officer lying there motionless, covered in blood, unable to suppress their inner emotions, and even cried out in a burst of voice.

People's hearts are full of flesh. In order to save them, a young officer fought desperately with so many Japanese outside the city and was seriously injured. How could they not be grateful?

They look forward to the recovery of Dragon Boat Festival and stand up again.

But at this moment they didn't know that the next Japanese conspiracy was coming.

The Japanese had sent commanders to the defenders of the north wall, Pang Hu, Ma Zhenshan and others to convey the battle letter between Fujiyama and Captain Hemo. The above said: They would use the captured prisoners of war in exchange for the Duanyu Lord.

The number of people in duel was equivalent to the number of people in the battle south of the city, and they were all in a small team of imperial troops.

They admire the swordsmanship of the Dragon Boat Festival very much, so they ask the Dragon Boat Festival not to refuse, otherwise they cannot guarantee the safety of the prisoners of war.

When Ma Zhenshan saw the letter, he cursed: "These Japanese are too shameless? They are even more robbers than bandits. Let one person go to duel with them? Grandma's even said to exchange prisoners of war? Is that prisoners of war? That's a group of unarmed common people."

Ma Zhenshan and Pang Hu said, "Captain Pang, don't listen to the Japanese. They can't enter the city and have no skills. I'll stay here. If they dare to come over, I'll give them a grenade."

Pang Hu frowned and said, "This is not possible. As soldiers, we are responsible for defending our country and ensuring the safety of the people. If we lose all this responsibility, then what other soldiers are we still going to be?"

Ma Zhenshan thought Pang Hu was stupid, so why did he die for others? But he couldn't say directly: I won't die for others. This would lose his identity as the boss.

But Ma Zhenshan also had something to refute. He approached Pang Hu and said, "Captain Pang, the other party kept asking the Dragon Boat Festival commander to go down to fight with them a small team. I counted roughly, at least sixty people. One person beats more than sixty people? Isn't this asking our team to die?"

Pang Hu sighed and said to Ma Zhenshan: "You tell the Japanese, let's discuss and discuss. I'll go to see the troupe and see what he said. Remember, without the orders of the troupe, don't act rashly. The military discipline of the troupe is very strict. He will kill several division commanders if they don't listen to his orders. You should do it yourself."

Ma Zhenshan laughed: "This is nature, this is nature."

Pang Hu nodded and left, thinking that only the ranks of Ma Zhenshan could subdue him.

He was really strange. The slaughter is not as strong as his body, nor is he fierce in terms of appearance. But this Ma Zhenshan is not afraid of him, but he is afraid of the slaughter, and he can't understand what's going on.
Chapter completed!