"How's it going?" A voice that Tang Cheng was very familiar with sounded in his ears, but Tang Cheng just couldn't remember who the owner of this voice was, let alone who the owner of the voice was, Tang Cheng couldn't even open his eyes at this moment. His eyelids seemed to be heavy, Tang Cheng tried many times but still couldn't open his eyes, there were various voices in his ears, and there were various accents of speech, but Tang Cheng could only hear but couldn't see. Such days have been going on for a long time, Tang Cheng not only can't open his eyes, he can't even move his fingers, but the whole person has always been awake and asleep, he doesn't even know if he is alive or dead.

There were always people talking around him, and there were all kinds of sounds, but Tang Cheng always couldn't open his eyes to see. Unconsciously, Tang Cheng fell asleep again, Tang Cheng in a coma didn't know anything about what was happening in the outside world, and he was struggling in his dreams at the moment. Tang Cheng's dream was full of blood red, full of corpses and people standing bloody but unable to see clearly, the shell gun that Tang Cheng relied on the most was long gone, and there was only a long knife in his hand.

This is almost a silent world, the blood people who poured into Tang City like a tide are silent, and Tang Cheng, who is wielding a long knife, is also unable to shout. The pool of blood was full of stumps and broken arms, and these bloody people who flocked to Tang City entangled this Tang City, endlessly, as if they wanted to entangle him to death. There were no companions, no cover, no flanks, only Tang Cheng himself. After slashing for a long time, the bloody man in front of Tang Cheng had not finished slashing, and he looked down to see that there were countless severed hands on his feet, and it was very difficult to move every step.

Violently swinging the long knife in his hand to slash the bloody people in front of him out of a gap, while the bloody people were not close to him, Tang Cheng jumped up on the spot, he wanted to find a suitable position for himself to guard. There was no suitable place for him, and at a glance, there was a crowd of people all over the place, Tang Cheng brandished his long knife and prepared to cut off the broken arms on his legs one by one. Who knew that one of the knives actually cut his leg, and the place where he was stabbed was very painful, Tang Cheng couldn't help but scream.

"Damn, I can finally scream." Tang Cheng, who endured the pain, was very glad that he had not become mute. Looking up again, the blood that was pouring towards him like a tide just now suddenly receded. Afraid that there would be bloody people who could not be expected to besiege him in a while, Tang Cheng, who was enduring the pain, dragged his long knife and fled in the direction behind him.

The road under his feet was potholed, and Tang Cheng, who only had one shoe left on his feet, couldn't help but curse in his heart, this damn place actually had only a touch of fish belly white in the entire sky, neither the sun nor the moon and stars, Tang Cheng couldn't tell whether it was morning or dusk.

The world seemed to be quiet all of a sudden, unable to tell the time, and there was no wind, this strange place made Tang Cheng feel aggrieved and just wanted to look up to the sky and roar, but he didn't dare, for fear of inviting those bloody people to besiege him again. In order to give himself courage, Tang Cheng decided to hum quietly, he couldn't remember many songs, so he started singing the cowboy song that Robert taught him, and hummed it several times, but Tang Cheng couldn't hum the smoothness and comfort that Robert taught him.

Fortunately, Tang Cheng hummed not to relieve boredom but to give himself courage, and he didn't know how long he had been walking, until Tang Cheng's mouth was dry, and then he finally stopped and sat down. There was really no strength, Tang Cheng didn't even have the strength to continue to hold the long knife, gasping for breath, Tang Cheng spread his limbs and lay down on his back.

It's not a big place, but I haven't found an exit after walking for a long time, damn, what kind of place is this, damn it would be good to give me a direction. When he was only himself, Tang Cheng began to think about Liu Shishi, began to think about Lao Northeast, thought about Hou San and dice, and Tan Fei, but unfortunately they were not here, if they were, they would never have watched themselves tired like this.

The reason why he kept walking in front was because Tang Cheng was afraid, but now he suddenly stopped, but Tang Cheng's mind was unusually clear. Things seemed to be wrong, Tang Cheng, who was lying on his back, began to think about his memory, he thought of Wu Laosan, and when he thought of Wu Laosan, he thought of Fushui River. Yes, it was Wu Laosan who rowed himself across the Fushui River, and later it was Wu Laosan who rowed himself back to the other side of the Fushui River, and then, Wu Laosan seemed to follow him.

Tang Cheng began to connect the messy memories in his mind one by one, until he remembered Baijia Village and Xiuhe, and when he thought of Baijia Village, he would naturally think of Bai Shouyi, and when he thought of Xiuhe, he would think of the ferry, and he would think of what he had done at the Xiuhe ferry. "By the way, the last thing I was doing was to take the old Northeast and send the arms that were spoofed from the Japanese arsenal across the Xiuhe." Tang Cheng, who was lying on his back, suddenly sat up, but he clearly remembered that he and the ferry had been bombarded by the Japanese grenade, and the last memory in his mind was the red in front of him.

"No, no, there must be something wrong." Tang Cheng, who was sitting on the ground, began to grope his body, and the three grenades from the Japanese army exploded on the ferry, so close to the distance, he could never escape the attack of shrapnel, but why did he not have a single wound on his body? The old wounds left from the previous days in Shanghai and Nanjing are still there, but why did the grenade grenade that tore the ferry to pieces not leave a scar on itself? Tang Cheng's mind was completely messed up.

"No, no, something must be wrong." Tang Cheng, who had recovered some strength, got up and stood up and looked left and right, and in Tang Cheng's subconscious, he already realized that there was something wrong with this place. "Yes, I could vaguely hear someone talking, but there's nothing here." Tang Cheng suddenly realized that the problem was, this was a nightmare, Tang Cheng suddenly realized that he was trapped in a dream. Damn, Tang Cheng threw the long knife in his hand a little stupidly, since it was in a dream, it was useless to ask for this long knife.

Tang Cheng had never been so helpless and frightened, people would actually be trapped in a nightmare and couldn't get rid of it, if it wasn't for the real experience he was experiencing, Tang Cheng would laugh at the fallacy like everyone else. It seemed to be raining, Tang Cheng's face was wet, Tang Cheng couldn't help but be overjoyed, but when he looked up, he found that the sky was still that lifeless, it turned out that it was not raining at all. But if it hadn't rained, where did the moisture on his face come from, Tang Cheng reached out and touched his clothes, but he was surprised, but his clothes were dry.

Vaguely, Tang Cheng smelled a smell, a very familiar smell, Tang Cheng thought about it carefully, and finally remembered why this smell felt so familiar. Damn, Hou San, who never brushes his teeth and rinses his mouth, has this smell in his mouth, Tang Cheng subconsciously reached out and touched his face, carefully smelling the moisture on his hands, Hou San never brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth when he went to bed after eating, and the smell of that heavy breath was disgusting. , but it was Tang Cheng who wanted to vomit, because the smell of moisture on his face was actually the same as Hou San's tone.

"Hou San, fucking get out of the way of Lao Tzu, and then bring your stinky mouth over, and Lao Tzu will sew it for you with a needle and thread." Tang Cheng subconsciously glared and scolded. With this scolding, a light suddenly appeared in front of Tang Cheng's eyes, although it was still very vague, but after a few blinks, his vision gradually became clearer. Sure enough, Hou San's long face appeared in front of him, and when he saw Tang Cheng looking at him, Hou San, whose eyes were red and swollen and haggard, screamed happily, and then sprayed Tang Cheng's saliva all over his head.

His eyes could see clearly, and his ears seemed to gradually recover, and before Tang Cheng could twist his neck, he heard a heart-rending cry coming from his side. Tang Cheng couldn't help but grin, because he could hear that the cry was coming from Liu Shishi. "Wake up, wake up, the company commander has woken up." After confirming it again and again, Liu Shishi, who was crying with joy, jumped three feet high and ran out of the room.

Liu Shishi naturally went to call people, and after a while, Tang Cheng's surroundings were crowded with people, and the already small room suddenly fell into chaos. Zhang Xiaobao's smiling face, the face with a scruffy beard, and Liu Shishi's face with red eyes, Tang Cheng's gaze crossed over their faces one by one. Relieved, Hou San sat on the chair next to the bed and said to himself: "God forbid, I finally came back to life." ”

Everyone took care of what they wanted to say to Tang Cheng, but there were too many people who spoke, and everyone wanted to say that everyone's voice was not small, and Tang Cheng didn't hear a word clearly. "All go out, gather around here like something, leave him some place. The place is so big that you suck up all the air, and you will suffocate him to death. Mu Lianshan, who came in in a hurry, looked around, except for Liu Shishi and Hou San, who was slumped in the chair, and drove everyone else out.

Mu Lianshan is a doctor, and no one doubts what he said, although the dice and others were very unwilling, they had to wait outside the door. Mu Lianshan stretched out his hand and put it on Tang Cheng's wrist, and then checked Tang Cheng's eyes and tongue coating, and then breathed a sigh of relief. "It's okay, even if you wake up, it's all right, although the injuries on his body are still very serious, but his body is not bad, and he will be fine if he continues to take medicine and recuperate for a while."

Tang Cheng, who had been lying down, found out at this time that his whole body was actually wrapped with gauze and bandages, it seems that his last memory is correct, when he boarded the ferry to cross the Xiu River, he was indeed injured by a grenade grenade from the Japanese army, and these gauze and bandages on his body are the best proof. The people waiting outside the door learned that Tang Cheng was already well, so they crowded into the room again. Looking at the room full of people, Tang Cheng, whose whole body was wrapped in gauze bandages like a rice dumpling, grinned, "I'm back, it's good to see you again." ”