The other party picked up the waist card and looked at it carefully, nodded, took out a white silk printed with dragon patterns, and showed it to Cao Kun, "This is Lin Yiqing's silver medal extension order, I am a ninja under Lord Lin, you can see it." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Although Cao Kun was weak, his mind was still very clear, and while he was surprised, he looked at the dragon pattern carefully and nodded again and again.

Although he is only a sentry commander, he still knows what the "Silver Angel" is about.

"I also have an emergency military situation with me, and I am not allowed to stop halfway." The white-clothed ninja put away the silver medal and looked at Cao Kun, "But since I met you, I can't die without help." There's no way to delay for a while. ”

Cao Kun listened to the other party's voice It was a young man, who should be much younger than himself, gasping for breath with difficulty, and said: "This little brother, I was seriously injured, and I am afraid that my life will not be long, since you and I have military intelligence, why don't I tell you, you helped me do it......"

"It's better for you to save your energy first and don't speak." The white-clothed ninja frowned, took out a small silver knife, and quickly cut through Cao Kun's clothes at the wound, examining his wound.

"Fortunately, it's good that you met me, otherwise, your life would have been lost." The white-clothed ninja said, waving his knife to treat his wounds.

Cao Kun didn't dare to look at the wound, his body was already numb, and he didn't feel much pain, but he could see the black blood splashed on the snow and the blood-stained hands of the white-clothed ninja, he felt a little dizzy and drowsy, but the words of the white-clothed ninja made him sober up again.

"Don't sleep, or you'll freeze to death." The ninja in white said, taking out a medicine bottle, uncorking it, pouring some putrid paste on his wound, then tearing off the placket of his shirt and rewrapping the wound for him.

"You have lost a lot of blood and can't walk, if I take you with me, the speed of travel will be very slow, and it will be easy for the rebels to catch up." The white-clothed ninja said, "I'll help you find a place to stay here, you just stay here and hide, wait for the snow to stop, and then I will send the military information and then bring someone to rescue you, or ask the officials and soldiers to come to find you." ”

Cao Kun nodded, and the white-clothed ninja lifted him up, carried him on his back, and came to a snowy slope not far from the official road.

Cao Kun was about to ask him why he came here, but the white-clothed ninja put him down, took out a small shovel with a strange shape, quickly dug a hole in the snow slope, and dragged Cao Kun into the hole.

"This is tallow, eat a small piece when you are hungry, remember not to eat more, this is a stove and a spare charcoal rod, for your heating, this is wound medicine, take it after half an hour." The white-clothed ninja said and handed over a few small things to Cao Kun, who was amazed to see Cao Kun.

"Where's your gun?" The ninja in white asked.

"Just ...... On the way, I left it behind. Unconsciously, under the sharp gaze of the white-clothed ninja, Cao Kun's face was a little feverish.

"As a soldier, it is a great shame to discard a weapon, and Lord Lin's teaching to us is that we should not throw away our weapons at any time." The white-clothed ninja looked at the snow outside and frowned.

"I ...... And this one. Cao Kun picked up the Lei Yan bomb, shook it in front of him, and smiled slightly.

Seeing the thunder bullet, the brows of the white-clothed ninja gradually relaxed.

Although he was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face, Cao Kun could still feel the faint smile on the other party's face.

"Wait a minute, I'll go get you the gun." The white-clothed ninja said, turning around and exiting the snow cave.

It was still snowing heavily, and Cao Kun was very skeptical that he would be able to find his rifle, but to his surprise, less than a quarter of an hour later, the ninja in white returned, and really brought back Cao Kun's rifle.

"Hold on, if there are rebels passing by, watch their movements, and don't fight them unless necessary." The white-clothed ninja placed the rifle beside Cao Kun, "Of course, if they find out, don't let them catch them alive, and fight to kill a few more of them." ”

"Got it." Cao Kun took the rifle and checked it, and after a while, he felt that his strength had recovered.

"Take care. I'm leaving. ”

"Take care."

The white-clothed ninja left, and Cao Kun watched his figure disappear in the vast wind and snow, and then remembered that he had forgotten to ask the other party's name.

He thought he was going to die. Although he was delirious at that moment, it was clear enough to him; He didn't feel much sorry for it. Nothing could save him, and he did not fantasize about miracles, he knew that there would be no miracles in war for those who were shot through the chest. In his heart - he wanted nothing but hope that he would not die in vain. Just don't freeze to death on this official road first, but wait until dawn, wait for the rebels to appear. It would be great if you ran into a rebel general! Cao Kun will let him take men and horses - rise to the sky! At the very least, I also hope to meet a rebel, or a small boss.

In order to achieve this goal, he would need to survive until the next morning, through the bitter cold of this ominous night.

And until he met the ninja in white, he couldn't get through it.

The night was so hard to spend that he couldn't help but start to get scared. He was afraid of freezing to death on the official road, afraid of falling asleep or losing consciousness for a long time, afraid of the **** pain that hindered his every movement, afraid of coughing heavily, afraid of bleeding out because of it. There are many dangers that can happen on this damn official road, and he must overcome them, or avoid them, and use his wits to circumvent them in order to hold out until dawn.

Because of the Huai Lu, his two hands had slowly regained their senses, and now his legs began to freeze and numb again. He tried to move the toe in one of his boots, but to no avail. So, in order to barely maintain the heat in his body, he began to beat with two icy boots. In the silence of the night, there was a dull and terrible beating, and he did not knock. My feet didn't warm up at all, and I felt even more uncomfortable. He took out the stove and stuffed it into his boots, and in a few moments his legs and feet were warm.

He had to admit that these things used by ninjas were all life-saving.

Cao Kun put the thunder bullet back on his body and checked the rifle and ammunition. At this time, he had to regard weapons as more valuable than life. Without weapons, his official presence is completely meaningless.

It was much warmer in the snow cave than outside, but now he felt a biting cold, and he shivered with fear, as if there was no end to the long night, and no trick would help him wait until dawn. But how can this work! -- This kind of protest almost came out of his mouth. Is it just fruitless? What is all that hard work for? Is it all in vain? Why did so many efforts disappear into the world without a trace?

But he still wants to believe that everything he has done through thousands and half of hardships will always be manifested in some places and in something. Even if not today, not here, not on this official road, but somewhere else, after some time, his painful sacrifice in this war, like the equally painful sacrifice of thousands, should always lead to something. How can you die without any hope? He always lived and lived for something, fought so much, endured so much pain, shed blood, and is now dedicating himself to suffering. There should always be some meaning here, even if it is insignificant, it is still the meaning of life.

All of a sudden, he was convinced: it would make sense. It must be like this, any life suffering in this world cannot be meaningless, let alone the hardships and bloody sacrifices of these soldiers who defend the land. The blood of the soldiers was sprinkled in this unpleasant, but after all, icy and snowy land that belonged to his home country. It makes sense! And there will be results, it is impossible to have no results, because there should not be no results.

As long as he waited until dawn......

The ninja in white didn't know what medicine he had given him, his already vague consciousness had now become unusually clear, he felt a little thirsty, so he grabbed a few handfuls of snow and swallowed it, then he remembered the pill that the ninja in white had left him, he took out the medicine and swallowed it in the snow.

After he had taken the medicine, somehow he was a little sleepy, he slept for a while, but after a short time he woke up, and he opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly felt surprised, so he opened them a little harder, and the sky over the wilderness was already shining. The night, which seemed to have enveloped the earth forever, was now noticeably higher, the fields were more open, the sky was brightened, and the frosty birch trees were clearly reflected in the sky. The snow-covered official road stretched out into the dim distance.

He only glanced at it all quickly, but his eyes were already tired, and he was about to put his head back on the snow when he suddenly noticed something.

It was a carriage.

It may be that he has been staring at it for a long time, he is a little tired, his head is drooping on the snow, and he feels flustered, scared, and hopeful. A big, decisive question came before him: Who might be sitting in the carriage? If it were a farmer, it would have been a miracle: he was about to be saved! But this is something that I couldn't believe not so long ago, what if this is a rebel? …… No way! He wondered why the rebels had come here in a carriage early in the morning. He rejects this absurdity with all his might. He had thought about everything that night, but he just didn't expect this cart to be transporting things. He had nothing to do with the cart.

But it was indeed a big cart, and it was slowly walking here. The two jujube horses pulling the cart could already be seen clearly, wagging their short tails and laboriously pulling the cart full of things. A dozen soldiers in teal uniforms sat on the roof of the car, while two grooms fiddled with the reins and talked in whispers.

Rebels!

Cao Kun stared at the carriage intensely, and soon, he could see what should be loaded in the carriage.

That's supposed to be munitions.

Thinking that the nearby arsenal was taken by the rebels, Cao Kun couldn't help but feel cold.

If those guns fell into the hands of rebel soldiers, the consequences would be catastrophic.

It seems that he can't wait for someone to save him.

He is now going to fight the enemy in a decisive battle.

It seems that this is only the case. Either way, everything was almost done for him.

For the ultimate victory, in order to fulfill the duty of a great soldier, he made his last contribution. Otherwise, the greater contribution will fall on others.

He knew that he would not survive this battle. But he had to do this - for himself, for Zheng Shaokui, for the soldiers who died when he stopped the rebels from attacking the camp, and for the people nearby. Also for many, many people...... So he crawled slowly out of the snow cave.

The carriage approached slowly, and it seemed that he had been discovered. The rebel with the collar of his leather robe on his neck sat sideways to him, and he continued to mumble something, and the other guy in the carriage with the fur hat over his ears had already stretched his neck and looked at the official road. Cao Kun thought about it, put down the rifle, stuffed the Lei Yan bullet under his stomach, and didn't move. He knew that he was wearing a military uniform, and he could not see clearly from a distance; Besides, he was in a snow cave, and he was covered with a lot of snow. He tried not to move, he almost stopped breathing, he was so catten that even his eyes were closed. If they find out, let them come closer than they thought he was dead.

But instead of approaching, they stopped at a distance of twenty paces and shouted something at him. He remained the same—not moving, nor answering, but squinting his eyes and staring at them stealthily. At no time in the night could I feel the thunder bullet under my stomach with such affection as at this moment.

One of them, the rebel sitting in the car with the collar of his leather robe up, grabbed his rifle and slid down against the carriage without waiting for an answer. The other one didn't move, and continued to hold the reins in his hand, so Cao Kun snorted angrily. Things turned out worse than he had estimated: all that was approaching him was a rebel. Cao Kun felt his heart tighten, his eyes turned black, and the official road and the birch trees on the official road fell to the side. But he did his best to maintain consciousness and waited.

The rebel who had come in a hurry, clicked, fiddled with the bolt of his gun, shouted commandingly, and swaggered along the official road with his long coat open. He held a rifle with the butt tucked under his arm, ready to shoot. Cao Kun let go of the trigger of the Lei Yan bullet under his body little by little, and he silently, as if praying, muttered in his heart: "You just come, come on...... You bastards...... "He waited, he was going to throw the thunderbolt in front of the enemy, blowing the wagon along with the enemy.

However, this rebel did not seem to belong to the ranks of the warriors, and he walked so carefully that it seemed that he was about to run backwards, but he was still approaching.

Cao Kun could already see his dirty face, sleepy face, frightened eyes, and frosted coat buttons. He didn't go up to Cao Kun at all, so he shouted something again and stopped. In the next moment, Cao Kun saw the rebels pick up their rifles and start aiming, and he was so angry that he almost didn't shout. The rebel's aiming movements were clumsy and laborious, and the barrel of the gun dangled from one side to the other for a long time. His accomplice had been telling him something in the car, perhaps teaching him how to shoot. But Cao Kun still lay still, looking at the murderer with wide eyes, tears of despair rolling down his cheeks. That's how he waited until morning, and that's how he met the rebels on the official road! It's going to end so stupidly, so ridiculously, so for nothing. This kind of ending should never have happened anyway! What else can he do? Stand up? Screaming? Hands up? Or quietly and obediently accept this last bullet head-on and die forever?

Of course he was going to die, and now he had only a few seconds left, and then it would be the end of his life.

Cao Kun struggled to his feet.

He didn't shout either, although he could still shout. When the terrible sound of gunfire rang out in the silence of the morning, he imagined another bullet burrowing into his bloody body.

But that didn't happen.

He just shuddered a little. Bullets flew over his head, probably knocking his hat off, but he still didn't move, didn't even snort. He just gritted his teeth with the last bit of strength and closed his eyes forever. With the last bit of hope, he listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer on the official road, and he thought: maybe not completely failed, maybe even succeeded. He still has a glimmer of hope for success. He forcibly endured the new pain that affected his body, and slowly, extremely carefully, leaned sideways to the side, and drew the thunder flame bullet. Just as the footsteps stopped nearby, he pulled out the thunder bullet. On the side of his body, he felt the trigger of the thunder flame bullet flick hard, he counted it, one, two, three, and then threw the thunder flame bullet out with all his might.

He saw that the thunder bullet had landed on the roof of the carriage, and the people on it were so frightened that they turned around and wanted to jump down......

The carriage exploded and was deafening.

The rebel screamed, presumably running away. Cao Kun also heard him take two steps on the ground, and after that, he couldn't hear anything......

After a few seconds, when the snow-mixed dust fell, there was no longer him on the official road. It's just a huge pit on the official road that is smoking in the wind. The surrounding blasted snow was littered with frozen clods, and the corpses of the rebels were lying face down on the side of the ditch, the long placket of the torn coat spread out on the soiled snow. The carriage was completely gone, and the debris was scattered all over the ground. The jujube red horse on the car gave the air wave to the side of the road, struggling to stand up. The other surviving rebel was so frightened that he threw his gun next to the car and staggered along the official road towards the road.

What about Cao Kun?

Cao Kun shook his head and slowly straightened up from the snow on the side of the road.

The wave of air generated by the explosion of the carriage just now lifted him into the air, and he fell face down into the deep snow next to the official road.

Thanks to this thick snow, although Cao Kun fell all over the place, he was fine. (To be continued.) )