The fat man glanced at Jiang Lai, and Jiang Lai raised his hand and gave John who was squatting with a palm knife, slashing at John's brain stem, making John unconscious.

Little Porter saw Jiang Lai's sudden move, and he was not sure about the situation, and looked at the fat man in surprise.

"Second Lieutenant, if you want to save Lieutenant Keith, at least follow the fat man's orders, otherwise the fat man won't mind knocking you unconscious!" Saving people is like fighting fire, and the fat man can't care about so much, said to the surprised little Porter with a cold face.

Little Porter looked at John, who fell to the ground unconscious, and then at Keith, who fell into a coma, and finally nodded helplessly.

I'm afraid it's too late to send Keith to a nearby hospital now, it's just a dead horse to be a live horse doctor.

"Unscrew the lid of the drinking water bucket!" Seeing Potter nodding, the fat man hurriedly said to Ginger Lai and Kudeller.

"Then soak your wet towel and wipe Lieutenant Keith to cool down!" As soon as he finished speaking, he added.

Jiang Lai and Kudeller hurriedly unscrewed the lids of the two large buckets of drinking water, and together with Little Porter, who rushed over, took off the towels carried in the equipment, soaked them in drinking water, and put them wet on Keith's body to cool down artificially.

Seeing that the three of them were busy, the fat man felt the need to explain, lest these Yankees think that he had poisoned his comrades-in-arms, and he could not afford it.

"This plant is called Artemisia annua, which is a kind of traditional Chinese medicine that dissipates fever and relieves heat in traditional Chinese medicine, and has miraculous effects in relieving heat stroke!" After the fat man explained, he felt that his words were a little wrong, and the object of his explanation was not Chinese, but a group of Yankees who did not understand Chinese medicine.

Sure enough, Kudeller and Porter Jr. looked at him with a cute look on their faces, their expressions full of question marks.

He rolled his eyes, this group of Yankees sometimes couldn't communicate at all, so they could only add indiscriminately: "What the fat man gave Lieutenant Case was a medicine, a medicine that could relieve his symptoms of heat stroke!" ”

"Are plants also medicine?" Little Potter still muttered in confusion.

"Second Lieutenant, are you going to wait a while to see the results, or will you let the fat man knock you unconscious?" The fat man felt that staying with the group of Yankees for a long time would lower his IQ, so he replied directly.

"Uh...... I'll choose to wait and see the results. Little Porter looked startled. sighed.

The fat man pursed his lips, with a look on his face that had already been so well coordinated.

After Keith suffered from heat stroke, it seems that the team can't rush back to lunch, but that's fine. Let these Yankees taste the taste of being starved and let them enter the cruelty of war in advance.

As the minutes ticked by, Ginger Lai, Kudeller, and Porter Jr. kept covering Keith with wet towels to cool down.

The teams that went out to look for the stream also began to return one after another. There were no streams or water sources around, which made them feel helpless, and they all looked distressed, it seemed that this Lieutenant Keith of G Company had quite a lot of friends in the Seventh Division.

Then these team members who returned one after another saw John in a coma, Jiang Lai, Kudeller, and Porter Jr., using wet towels to cool Keith back and forth, and the fat man watched the three of them busy with a concerned face.

John was in a coma, could it be that John also suffered from heat stroke? Why didn't anyone pay attention to John?

These team members have questions in their hearts. looked at the fat man with a blank eye, and the fat man just didn't explain, and finally a team member couldn't help it, and stepped forward to pinch John's middle to wake up the unconscious John.

"Colonel, why did you stun me?!" John, who woke up, shouted at Jiang Lai, who was busy.

"What?!" This group of Yankees looked at Jiang Lai, a big beauty, and felt even more strange in their hearts, what happened after they left just now?

"Hmm...... Ahem...... "That's it." Keith, who was unconscious from heat stroke, let out a slight sound, and then began to cough.

Everyone on the side was happy, and Keith woke up!

"Feed him some water, not too much!" The fat man saw Keith wake up. hurriedly explained to Jiang Lai.

Little Potter couldn't wait, so he took the water glass and took a little water for Keith.

"Ahem......" Keith still coughed violently, and when Keith stopped coughing, he relieved his breath and suddenly burst out with a foul word: "Fack, what's in my mouth." I'm so miserable! ”

"Bah, bah......" Then Keith turned his head and spat out, looking like a tiger, so that the onlookers next to him were relieved, and it seemed that Keith's heat stroke had disappeared "inexplicably".

Little Potter and Kudeller turned their heads to look at him with an eager look on their faces, their faces full of admiration.

"Remember, it's a secret!" The fat man looked at these two goods eagerly, and the group of Yankees admired him too much, and hurriedly said something that only Porter Jr. and Kudeller understood.

Little Porter and Kudeller nodded hurriedly, now I'm afraid that the fat man will let them eat poop, and both of them will think it is a "drug" without hesitation!

He felt that he was an axis of evil in the eyes of the Yankees, and he should hide his merit and fame, so that this group of Yankees could continue to cry and call for his mother.

"What's the secret?" The first team members didn't dare to ask the fat man and Jiang Lai, thinking that these two were the "axis of evil", and they tried not to provoke them if they could.

"Can I tell you the secret?" Porter Jr. and Kudeller were very tacit, and said in unison, with a look of tremor on their faces.

"Pretend, you two will pretend, sooner or later, there will be a time when you two beg us!" The training team members collectively rolled their eyes at the two goods.

Jiang Lai got up, and at the signal of the fat man, pushed him to the shade under the jeep, and left the grassroots officers who were training far away.

"Aren't you going to say something to this group of Yankees, fat man?" Jiang Lai looked at him and said with a smile in Chinese.

"It's time to say something, except for Keith who has a heat stroke and can get on the truck, the others continue to train, the sun at noon in summer, the fat man still doesn't believe it, he can't kill this group of Yankees!" The fat man put on a sun hat and said with a wicked smile.

"Okay, then I'll be the wicked man." Jiang Lai smiled slightly, greeted the soldiers in English, and put him in a wheelchair and into a jeep.

When the training team members in the distance saw this scene, they were shocked and guessed that they were about to be unlucky.

"Except for Lieutenant Keith, who suffered from heat stroke, he can return by truck, and the others are fully armed to continue training, the destination, the camp of the training team!" Jiang Lai shouted at this group of unlucky people.

"Fake, this pair of evil Orientals, it's starting again!"

"Shet, God, why didn't you let me get heat stroke?!"

"Oh my God, it's 35 degrees right now!"

"......" grumbling came, which made the fat man frown slightly.

"It seems that you still have the strength and time to complain, I'm afraid you don't need to eat lunch!" The fat man sat on the jeep and coldly dropped a sentence, and the complaining Yankees hurriedly carried their equipment on their backs, in order not to go hungry, and continued their sad fate...... (To be continued.) )

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