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Qu Jiaming's words once again inspired Lei Jian, he must live, the seriously injured warriors around him can't live without him, once Lei Jian falls, the seriously injured will be immediately mentally crushed, and they will never muster up the courage to walk back to Peacock Valley.

This is the modern terminally ill patients, recuperating and recovering together, supporting and encouraging each other, the kind of power to snatch back life from the hands of death, so that they will not give up automatically, which is also the most philosophical quatrain of 'spirit is power'.

Qu Jiaming's belief and dependence on Lei Jian inspired Lei Jian's decadent psychology to give up and continue to persevere, Lei Jian insisted and said: "Jiaming, we can't die, we haven't defeated the little devil yet, we don't dare to die, go, we must find something to eat and live." ”

Lei Jian was half-supported by Qu Jiaming and half-backed, and the two of them took out all their strength and walked towards the place where the faint light was flashing.

The two of them walked forward more than two hundred meters with difficulty, and at this time looked at the original faint bright spots, and felt a little clearer, Lei Jian's analysis was good, they finally found a village, seeing the village in front of them, there were less than 100 steps to reach the entrance of the village, but Lei Jian really couldn't hold on, this was the first time in his life that he felt so weak that he was so weak that he even felt difficult to breathe.

Qu Jiaming's injuries were relatively light compared to a few seriously wounded, but when the enemy plane bombed in the air, he quickly fell to the ground, and the shrapnel that was exploded pulled out a few cuts in his back.

Along the way, Qu Jiaming kept taking care of Lei Jian and the seriously wounded, sometimes half supporting and half backing, sometimes hugging the shoulders and walking forward for the seriously injured, walking down for several hours all the way, the wound on the back was red and swollen, the wound was just about to heal and was torn apart, the blood began to flow out of the wound non-stop, two wounds had been inflamed, and the blood flowing out was yellow, at this time he was already feverish, and he was so weak that he really wanted to lie down and close his eyes, and never wanted to move again.

Qu Jiaming's consciousness began to blur, and the strength of holding Lei Jian was relaxing a little, and it was Lei Jian who helped Qu Jiaming to go.

Lei Jian felt that Qu Jiaming was hot, he knew that Qu Jiaming must have been caused by the inflammation of the wound at this time, he looked at the entrance of the village with more than a dozen steps left in a daze, suddenly lifted his spirit, and moved Qu Jiaming forward two steps, 'poof, poof' two heavy landing sounds, Lei Jian and Qu Jiaming fell to the ground at the same time, losing consciousness.

Time passed little by little, and several people standing on the edge of the kang, under the faint pine light, looked at the two unconscious people lying on the kang, one of them was an old man in his sixties, frowned and whispered: "The clothes worn by these two people are too torn, but there are so many wounds on the two of them, and then the buttons under the necks are buttoned, it should be the Eighth Route Army, not like the second dog."

Let's rescue the two of them from the entrance of the village, it's been more than an hour, the wound has also been cleaned with salt water, and some anti-inflammatory Chinese medicine noodles have been applied to the wound, and a bowl of Chinese medicine has been poured into each person, why haven't they woken up yet? ”

Another old man shook his head and said: "Hey, there are several injuries on these two children's bodies, especially the big baby, the wound on the left leg was tied with rags casually, and the medicine was not applied in time, the flesh at the wound was white, red and swollen outside, and several other serious injuries, so many injuries can still be alive, it is really not easy, we only use some Chinese medicine, we want to save the two of them, it seems that it is not so easy." ”

A young man asked anxiously: "You two are the best Chinese medicine doctors in our village, you can't watch these two Eighth Route Soldiers die like this, right?" Hurry up and find a way to get them back to life. ”

An old woman standing in the back said, "Hey, haven't these two children eaten for a few meals?" If there is nothing in the stomach, there is no strength in the body, and no matter how heavy the medicine is, it will not be easy to save these two children. ”

The old Chinese medicine doctor who spoke first gave Lei Jian a pulse again, shook his head for a long time and said: "This baby seems to be unsaved, the pulse is light, and the chest does not rise and fall. ”

The three or four young men in front of the kang said impatiently: "Usually you two quarrel, one is more capable than the other, but now when it comes to saving people's lives, you two always shake your head and sigh, is there any use for the ball?" Hurry up and save people is the right thing. ”

"Bastard calf, how do you speak? Your Grandpa Zhang and Uncle Li's medical Taoism, in our four villages and eight tuans, who doesn't give a thumbs up? Just a few of you bastards have a lot of things, do you have the ability to save these two people? The old woman standing in the back scolded.

The young man who took the lead in confronting the two old Chinese medicine doctors apologized embarrassedly and said: "Grandpa Zhang and Uncle Li, the guns and cannons in the southwest during the day are constantly violent, it must be that this Eighth Route Army is fighting desperately with the little devils, and now the two seriously injured have arrived in our village, and they can climb to the village gate alive, they have already exchanged their lives, or ask the second elder to think of a way quickly, you can't call the Eighth Route that killed the devil to die like this, right?" ”

The old Chinese medicine doctor, known as Grandpa Zhang, checked Lei Jian and Qu Jiaming's injuries again, and he really had no choice but to say to Li Zhongming: "Doctor Li, I don't have a good way at the moment, otherwise I will pour a bowl of millet porridge into these two little brothers of the Eight Roads first, and see if they can start to work, which is also a step by step." ”

Dr. Li nodded in agreement, and he said to a few young people around him: "Which of you will come to my house to get half a bowl of millet, quickly boil it into thin porridge and pour it into these two or eight roads, if you come in time, maybe it can be useful." ”

Soon the millet porridge was boiled, and a few neighbors who heard that the family had rescued two soldiers of the Eighth Route Army enthusiastically ran over to help feed the porridge and scrub their bodies.

Under the patient care of the villagers, Lei Jian and Qu Jiaming's pale faces became a little ruddy, and their panting began to slip evenly, but they were still in a high coma.

The two old Chinese medicine doctors boiled some Chinese herbs again, some were used to scrub wounds, and some were taken internally, more than two hours passed, Lei Jian's face became more and more ruddy, but he kept talking nonsense.

Seeing that Lei Jian was recovering relatively quickly, Old Chinese Medicine Doctor Zhang pointed at Qu Jiaming and said, "This child's injury is not too serious, but why did he drink millet porridge and take Chinese medicine, and his improvement is not too big?" Did he have internal injuries? ”

Traditional Chinese Medicine Li gave Qu Jiaming a pulse again, stood up and said with a smile: "This eight-way brother is fine, it should be overtired, and now he is sleeping very deeply, and when he wakes up, he will recover much faster than that injured soldier." ”

Lei Jian's recovery was fast because he was the regiment commander, and he had troops in his heart and several soldiers who were seriously injured on the side of the road in the green gauze tent and were struggling on the line of life and death.

At this critical juncture, Lei Jian shouted in his dream: "Stop." ”

Several people in front of the kang were suddenly shouted by Lei Jian, and they were so frightened that they took a step back, after all, Zhang Lao Chinese Medicine was well-informed, his face was full of relieved smiles, and he stroked his white beard and said with a smile: "This baby has been snatched back from the ghost gate, quickly bring another bowl of millet porridge and feed it, he will recover faster." ”

Several people around him looked at each other, and several young people spread their hands and said: "The village is robbed of grain by little devils for three days, who can still make up millet to make porridge?" ”

"If you don't have millet, you can quickly make a bowl of bud rice paste."

A middle-aged sister-in-law in the next-door neighbor heard the old Chinese medicine doctor ask for millet porridge, turned around and ran out, shouting as she ran: "I'll go home and boil the paste, and I'll bring it over in a while." ”

After feeding the bud rice paste to Lei Jian and Qu Jiaming again, Lei Jian let out a heaviness and suddenly leaned out and squirted out a mouthful of dirty blood from his mouth, which sprayed the person standing in front of the kang.

Old Chinese Medicine Zhang ignored it and said: "Okay, this baby is fine, wipe him well, he will wake up without a bag of cigarettes." ”

Zhang Lao Chinese Medicine said very accurately, five or six minutes later, Lei Jian slowly opened his eyes, looking at the unfamiliar faces staring at him, he was alert to raise his body, was pressed by Li Chinese Medicine on the kang, and said with concern: "Don't move your baby, lie down first, you can go down to the ground at dawn, however, the injury on your left leg is very serious, and you can't walk for the time being, wait until the injury is healed." ”

How can Lei Jian lie down? He sat up with his hands on the kang and insisted on sitting up, and said in a weak but eager tone: "Uncles, uncles, fathers, and fellow villagers, I am the Eighth Route Army, and on the dirt road southwest of the village, I still have seven or eight seriously injured comrades-in-arms, whose lives are in danger, please help them back to the village quickly, okay?" ”

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