Lei Jian glanced at the vista of Lao Ye Mountain again, looked back at the five warriors beside him, and laughed calmly: "Brothers, see you again in the next life." ”

When Lei Jian turned around violently and was about to rush into the enemy group, at this moment, from the edge of the cliff on the northern slope of Lao Ye Mountain, a few guns poked out, spitting tongues of fire, and hunted down more than a dozen little devils under the commanding heights in an instant.

The little devil lying on the ground under the commanding heights, as well as the heroic soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, at this time in Lao Ye Mountain, the bloody wind and rain have passed, and five soldiers climbed up from the rock wall on the north slope of Lao Ye Mountain, they are none other than Cong Mingri, the deputy platoon commander of the reconnaissance platoon, who led four soldiers to reinforce in time, which rescued the six Lei Jian people on the commanding heights.

Qu Jiaming shouted excitedly: "Cong Mingri, grandma's, you kid is a little late, haha, Captain Lei will take us to Nai He Bridge, okay, you are so authentic, hahaha." ”

Tears flowed with the blood on their faces, these six thunder swords who survived the fierce battle with the enemy, excited, cheering, the feeling of passing by death and then rejuvenating, it is difficult to express in words, these few seriously injured warriors, regardless of the injury, are about to pounce on Cong Mingri who rushed over.

Lei Jian stood on the commanding heights, he looked at the soldiers who met again and hugged each other, Lei Jian cried, crying and making a noise, people who have not experienced life and death do not know how important it is to live, and people who have not struggled to survive from the hands of death do not know how beautiful it will be to live.

More than a dozen soldiers rushed to the Thunder Sword, surrounded the Thunder Sword in the middle, crying one by one, crying in the dark, these living soldiers of the Eighth Route Army have never experienced such a test of blood and fire, dangerous and heroic.

They cry out of human nature, cry out the strongest voice of the times, determined and brave, survived, they come out of the suffering and adventure, in the face of the devil's muzzle bayonet, they will stand up more bravely, fight with it, kill the enemy at the door of the house, protect the family and defend the country, and fulfill the responsibility of every countryman.

Lei Jian said to the soldiers around him: "Quiet down, we cried and laughed, we won, but the Japanese 581 Wing is reinforcing Zhengtai Road at the fastest speed, Lao Ye Mountain is the only way, our 'only regiment' task is still very heavy, in the large army has not yet arrived at Lao Ye Mountain, we must quickly clean up the battlefield, build fortifications, and prepare for another bloody battle with the enemy." ”

Qu Jiaming moved to Lei Jian's side, and suddenly exclaimed: "Captain Lei, you are very hot, don't you have a high fever and a cold?" ”

The soldiers looked at Lei Jian's red face, and one by one they came to Lei Jian's side and asked with concern, "Commander Lei, where do you feel uncomfortable?" ”

Lei Jian knew very well in his heart that he was now like being put on a steamer, his whole body was hot, and he had no strength at all, this phenomenon of physical mutation was not a serious illness, but the bullet left in his arm was demonic, as long as he took out the bullet in time and applied anti-inflammatory drugs, he could reduce the fever, otherwise he would lose his mind, be unconscious, and even endanger his life.

He had to take out the bullet in his arm while he was still conscious, he couldn't lose his mind, he didn't dare to fall unconscious, and he didn't dare to lie down.

Lei Jian said to Cong Mingri, the deputy platoon commander of the reconnaissance platoon: "Platoon Commander Cong, you arrange for the soldiers you brought to find some firewood." As he spoke, he began to unbutton himself and began to tear the sleeve of his left arm.

Cong Mingri hurriedly grabbed Lei Jian and said, "Captain Lei, you are now having a high fever, and you can't take off your clothes now." ”

"It's just that you're here to help me, help me take off the sleeve of my shirt on my left arm, hurry up, we can't delay it when time is pressing." Lei Jian had already begun to feel weak, and his voice felt very difficult to speak.

Cong Mingri helped Lei Jian take off the sleeve of his left arm, and saw that Lei Jian's left arm was leaning up, and there was a blood hole, which was bubbling out with black blood, and he didn't dare to look at it again.

Lei Jian turned his head to look at the wound on his left arm, and said to Cong Mingri, "Light the firewood." ”

He said to Qu Jiaming and Song Tiedan: "You two grab my upper body, don't tell me to move, Cong will roast and disinfect my pig-killing knife on the fire tomorrow, and pull out the bullet in my left arm." ”

"Captain Lei, you—you just took the bullet from the meat? Don't say that I'm not a military doctor, or a military doctor, I don't even dare to look at this kind of work of taking bullets, let alone pulling out bullets from the flesh with my hands, I really can't do this work tomorrow, so I'd better wait for Captain He Chuntao of the health team to come and ask her to operate on you. ”

Although Lei Jian was weak, he was still conscious, and he had to pull the bullet out of his body in the shortest possible time, otherwise he would be caused by a high fever that would lead to a coma or even death.

Although he was weak, he said sternly: "Cong Mingri, Deputy Platoon Commander Cong, if you want me to live, hurry up, or wait for me to die in front of you." ”

Cong Mingri took the pig-killing knife handed to him by Lei Jian, as if it weighed a thousand catties, so that he trembled and dropped the knife off his hand and fell to the ground.

"You give me bravery, kill the little devil, you will not change your face and hands will not tremble, now ask you to pull out a bullet from the flesh, will it kill you?"

"Captain Lei, you want my life, you want my life, no, no, no, your actions scared me so much that I couldn't even speak, I really can't do this, or call Qu Platoon Leader or Song squad leader to take over this job, can I cooperate tomorrow?"

"No, you Cong Mingri has no injuries on your body, calm down and be quick with your hands and feet, I will be less painful to take the bullet, you bastard, I order you, do it immediately, or I will die in front of you." Lei Jian roared a few words angrily, and the weak one was about to faint.

Cong Mingri looked at Qu Jiaming and Song Tiedan, and the two shook their heads and said, "Don't look at the two of us, Captain Lei is right, you are the best, hurry up, or Captain Lei may really be in danger." ”

Lei Jian woke up again, he looked at Cong Mingri and didn't do it, he couldn't wait, and said to Cong Mingri: "You first roast the pig-killing knife for me on the fire, if you don't do it, I'll do it myself." Cong Mingri obediently baked the pig-killing knife back and forth on the burning firewood, and looked back at the painful thunder sword from time to time.

Qu Jiaming really couldn't take it anymore, he volunteered and said, "Captain Lei, let's come with me." ”

"No, you have injuries on your body, you have lost too much blood, and I'm afraid you can't handle it with a knife and bullets, so I'll do it myself." Lei Jian struggled to sit up straight, instructed Qu Jiaming and Song Tiedan, tied the wound on his arm up and down with strips of cloth, he took the pig-killing knife handed to him by Cong Mingri, approached the wound, and used the tip of the knife to probe the flesh little by little at the mouth of the blood hole that was still bleeding black blood, he wanted to find the location of the bullet.

Found it, an iron tool made an unbearable grinding sound in the flesh, and it reached the ears of the soldiers around them, and the warriors stared at the iron man in front of them with frightened eyes.

Lei Jian's tired right hand trembled, and he said to Cong Mingri beside him: "Find a half-cut wooden stick and bite it for me." ”

Tired and closed his eyes, Lei Jian ordered again: "Roast the pig-killing knife on the fire again." ”

When Lei Jian opened his eyes again, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, he took the pig-killing knife, held his breath with round eyes, took out all his strength, and cut off the rotten flesh around the blood hole with the knife little by little, and then inserted the pig-killing knife into the bloody hole of his arm wound and black blood again little by little, and tried to pry the bullets in the flesh little by little.

The sound of the pig killing knife rubbing against the bullets in the meat again and again stimulated the soldiers around him, and he closed his eyes in shock, unable to bear or dare to continue looking.

Strings of sweat dripped down from Lei Jian's face, flowing into his eyes and mouth, whether it was bitter or salty Lei Jian had completely ignored, he felt that the tip of the pig killing knife had touched the bottom of the bullet, Lei Jian didn't move, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, suddenly opened his eyes, his subordinates slammed hard, and the bullet in the flesh was pried out.

Lei Jian used the pig-killing knife to pry the bullet in the meat, slowly revealing it and nodding, Lei Jian used force again, and the bullet flew out of the meat and fell to the ground.

At this time, Lei Jian was completely unconscious, and his body was about to fall as soon as he was weak, if it weren't for Qu Jiaming and Song Tiedan's tight hugs, Lei Jian would have fallen to the ground.

A few minutes later, Lei Jian woke up again, he was already exhausted, and said weakly to Cong Mingri: "Roast the pig killing knife to redness, tell me when it's okay." ”

(End of chapter)