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Volume 1 Homeless Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Part 11)

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    Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (11) "You, me" Siqin was stunned, burying his head in his arms, and shrugging his shoulders.  Although she has a reputation as a heroine, she is still a spoiled and pampered girl. Before her father passed away, she lived a life full of clothes, mouth, and hands. After inheriting the throne, she relied on the housekeeper and a few people left by her father.  The die-hard confidant was fully assisting him. He had not really faced many storms. The reason why he was able to point a gun at Fang Guoqiang's head and fire just now was entirely because he was heartbroken that his lover was in trouble. In an instant, his family-hered nature burst out. After the shot was finished,  , the bloody courage in his bones has been almost exhausted, and it is impossible to kill the opponent again. Of course, the opponent's so-called "compensation" will eventually become an empty talk that cannot be fulfilled.  When the surrounding cadres and soldiers saw this scene, they felt increasingly sad. Several young soldiers could no longer hold back and sobbed loudly. Just three days ago, everyone was rumored that the new military division was under control.  The documents were filed, and Brother Long could finally marry Siqin. No one thought that before the wedding gifts for the two of them were ready, Brother Long had already stepped into the door of hell! "It's all my fault, it's all my fault,  If it wasn't for protecting me, Brother Long wouldn't have been hurt at all. "No one could cry more loudly than Du Waizui. While crying, he hit his head with melon seeds on the ground, causing blood everywhere.  Think about it, it hurts your liver and intestines.  Siqin had just called him Fang Guoqiang's bitch, which was actually very unjust. Although he had always been very close to Fang Guoqiang, deep down, the person he admired the most was none other than Zhao Tianlong, who had the same background as him.  Yu Greenlin had a painful past before joining the guerrillas. The latter also liked to rush to the front line in battles without fear of life or death. The latter also liked to talk loudly and laugh heartily like him, and never acted sloppily.  The reporter was equally confident in the future of the Eighth Route Army and believed that the future world belonged to them. For more than a year, Du Waizui followed Brother Long, step by step, eager to eat the other's food.  He learned the same movements for drinking water. Who would have thought that the only time he didn't follow it wholeheartedly was to make a huge mistake.  "Okay, why are you howling? You don't think it's noisy enough here." Zhang Songling was upset by Du Waizui's crying. Zhang Songling bent down to pick up the man and threw him directly out of the crowd. "You want to howl in a place where no one is around."  "Go, don't disturb Uncle Scar's surgery." "Uh, um." Du Wai's mouth was smashed, and his cry was instantly stuck in his throat.  Zhang Songling glared at him fiercely, then turned his head to all the cadres and soldiers, "Stay those whose blood types match Brother Long. Others, please go back to the barracks to rest. If everyone continues to mess up, you will only get the little devil's advantage in vain.  Zheng, Xiao Zou, you two go get a basin of hot water, wash Siqin's hands and face, and be ready to take her in to visit Brother Long. Lao Ma, you go down the mountain to buy some big roosters from ordinary people's houses and make soup.  Supplement nutrition to Brother Long and the brothers who donate blood. Lao Zheng, you are responsible for unified command of the daily work and patrols of the entire base these days. Don't let outsiders see and take advantage of it. Telegraph operator, you use my  I sent a telegram to Zhou Heizi in the name of asking if there are military doctors in the independent camp. If there are any, send them to me immediately, and tell me that I, Fatty Zhang, will remember him for the rest of my life. " "Yes,"  Captain. "Yes, I promise to complete the mission." The cadres and soldiers stood at attention, saluted, and left one after another. Then, the restless crowd slowly returned to normal. Everyone looked up and looked at Zhang Songling, whose face was ashen.  He turned around and left with a complicated mood.  Brother Long was injured and his life or death was uncertain, but fortunately the captain came back in time. With his friendship with Zhou Heizi, he should be able to borrow a military doctor from the Independence Camp. Even if there is no military doctor in the Independence Camp, at least he can look at it.  In the name of the captain, he can seize the time to send a batch of military anti-inflammatory drugs. The hotter the weather, the easier it is for wounds to become infected. With enough anti-inflammatory drugs, at least Brother Long's chance of escaping from death will be increased.  .  "Will Zhou Heitan?" When the brothers walked away, Fang Guoqiang slowly raised his head and reminded Zhang Songling in a very low voice. Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized that it was very inappropriate to mention this at this moment and sighed.  Slowly he lowered his head again.  "Are you worried that he will repeat his old tricks?" Zhang Songling glared at Fang Guoqiang, then shook his head gently, "Probably not, he is not as bad as you think, and the current scale of our guerrillas is enough to make him have some concerns.  " "That's because I'm neurotic again!" Fang Guoqiang sighed again and apologized in a low voice. Although Siqin's shot just missed his body, it directly penetrated his heart, so that he didn't have to remember it.  It felt as if there was a hole in it that could not be completely repaired no matter what.  "You have little contact with him and don't understand his character." Zhang Songling saw his appearanceIn this way, he had to add in a low voice, "Although he has become more utilitarian, he has not lost his bottom line as a human being. In addition, what happened last time was entirely because someone was secretly pushing him behind the scenes, and he found that he was almost shot.  After that, Zhou Heizi will never allow himself to be fooled in the same way again. Coupled with the friendship between me, Brother Long and him, he has no reason to add insult to injury at this juncture. " These words are definitely considered true.  He confided in his heart, but when Fang Guoqiang heard it, he was stimulated by the word "utilitarianism" and his eyes went dark. He modified Zhang Songling's order without authorization and asked the brothers to try to capture the little Japs alive. It was really for his sake, Fang Guoqiang.  Regarding his personal future? At any time, in front of anyone, Fang Guoqiang dared to slap his chest and reply loudly, "No." The "Anti-War Alliance" formed by the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region using Japanese prisoners has gradually begun.  In order to disintegrate the morale of the invaders, capturing more prisoners and sending them over will make its influence more powerful. In addition, since the beginning of 1938, the Eighth Route Army headquarters has repeatedly emphasized that combat units at all levels must not harm prisoners as much as possible. As a Blackstone guerrilla  Zhang Songling's order, the captain of the brigade, ran counter to the spirit of the headquarters. As a political commissar, he had to express his will no matter what, and he must not tolerate or condone without principle. But in the face of the disastrous consequences of the deputy captain being seriously injured,  Any explanation sounded like shirking responsibility. Fang Guoqiang was unwilling to leave such an impression on the soldiers, and he was not sure whether Zhang Songling would listen to his explanation. Therefore, even though he was very sad at the moment, he knocked out his teeth and swallowed it.  At this moment, Zhang Songling was not only worried about the safety of his good friend Zhao Tianlong, but also tried every means to appease Siqin to prevent the latter from doing something stupid on impulse. How could he have the extra energy to care about other people's carelessness? Suddenly,  They ignored Fang Guoqiang's bitter expression and allowed an invisible barrier to grow wantonly between them.  The two never spoke to each other again, until the sunset burned the entire sky red. At the moment before the afterglow was about to be swallowed up by the darkness, the ward door was pushed open from the inside, and Uncle Scar, who was sweating profusely, was raped by the hygienist Xiao Liu.  With support, he appeared in front of everyone.  "Blessed by the God of Immortality, his life was saved." Under countless expectant eyes, Lao Scar panted, "But there were some shrapnel wounds that were too deep. I didn't dare to pull them out. Wait for him  Take your breath away and either send him to Shenyang, or you can kidnap a skilled surgeon back from somewhere else."
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