With a dull sound of 'bang', the little white-collar worker AT hit the ground hard; the sound was very loud at that time, so that Hu Biao and others staring at the cliff could hear it clearly.

Then, after the landing AT rolled a few times, he disappeared into the thick snow below.

After waiting for almost twenty or thirty seconds, the white-collar worker stood up. I don’t know if he was injured or lost, but it made Hu Biao and others anxious anyway.

"AT, AT, are you okay? Come and reply." They spoke one by one, shouting in their mouths.

But after shouting a lot, there was still no movement below.

Only a whistling cold wind blew past their ears, which made such a sound that made people feel a little shivering in their hearts.

Seeing this, Xu Feng asked the whole group to slap and see what happened to AT.

Hu Biao quickly grabbed this guy and cursed:

"What's the hurry? Wait for another minute before talking. If the AT has not responded yet, everyone will use the leggings to connect them and use them as ropes to hang them like this~"

After hearing this, Xu Feng opened his mouth and planned to retort at Hu Biao.

For example: using such a method will waste more time and so on; but when I think about it, there is really no other good solution, so I can only wait for it.

During this waiting time, Xu Feng habitually took out a camel brand cigarette from his pocket that was still from Dabing C's rations and accessories.

After igniting it, I took a sip and immediately coughed like a tractor.

But even so, this guy still had no idea of ​​throwing away the cigarette; he continued to smoke while coughing, because this was the only way he could relax his anxiety in his heart.

Fortunately, Hu Biao and his group were anxiously waiting, but it did not last long.

Soon after, the little white-collar AT responded.

In fact, the terrain under the cliff is a large concave pit, so the snow in it is at least one meter deep; after AT jumped from above, he did not lose any actual injuries.

But after running for half a night, it was the first time that the white-collar worker stopped to rest.

What a guy! Even though he was lying in the cold snow at that time, AT felt that every cell in his body, and even his soul, began to cheer in an indescribable ease.

As for the call from Hu Biao and others, the little white-collar workers certainly heard it in their ears.

The problem is that if you don’t experience it yourself, you really can’t understand the current kind of AT. You don’t want to care about anything or care about anything, just thinking about the feeling of lying on your feet forever.

"Damn it! I'll lie down for ten seconds, and get up after only ten seconds~"

In AT's mouth, tell yourself this way.

Finally, after lying for six or seven consecutive seconds, AT used his greatest willpower and bit his lips hard.

After biting his lips, he used this severe pain and presumptuousness to wake himself up.

After standing up, he shouted loudly at the cliff: "Old Hu, the snow is thick below, everyone can rest assured."

In his instinct, 7 knew that Lao Wai needed surgery immediately.

Although the current environment is a little worse, he knows that the black traditional Chinese medicine guy actually has a set of simple surgical tools such as scalpels, sutures, disinfectants, etc.

There are also some penicillin, such anti-inflammatory drugs.

In addition, he looked up and saw that there seemed to be a cave sheltering from a wind not far away.

So, although he does not have much confidence now, he is confident that he can successfully perform the surgery under the current difficult situation.

But after at least the surgery, Lao Wai has some hope, right?

"Black Chinese medicine, black Chinese medicine, come here quickly~" The surgeon shouted with difficulty.

But amid a shrill cry of 7, the black Chinese medicine doctor who didn't know where the person was, did not come here. Hu Biao was so busy that he flew tonight that he was dead and flew away, but he appeared like a ghost.

I took a look at the old widow on the ground and saw clearly that the blood was flowing out of his mouth, and even some blood foam was still on his back.

Hu Biao said calmly: "He is helpless, the battle mission is important. Let's go and continue running~"

Under such a sentence, 7 was blown up.

Summoned to a strange mission world, the fear in my heart on the battlefield where bullets flew everywhere; I ran for almost 8 hours in a row, and the fatigue of eighty or ninety miles of mountain road.

Of course, the most important thing is that he doesn't want to see Lao Wai's son, the reason why the father of two children died in front of him.

In short, he suddenly stood up, like a bull irritated by red cloth, pressed his head against Hu Biao's forehead and roared:

"She is a yarn. Are you a doctor or me? As long as you have surgery immediately now, Lao Wai's hand is still saved. Do you have the heart to watch him die like this?

He died, what should he do if his wife in his hometown in Shandong Province, and what should he do if he has two children?

He joined the army to fight the Japanese in 39 years. He has been fighting for Guo Jia and the people for so many years. He just hopes to live a good life with a warm wife and children, so you can bear to let him die here.

You are such a cold-blooded bastard, do you have a conscience?"

Faced with the fact that his face was covered in saliva, Hu Biao did not speak.

Or rather, Hu Biao didn't have time to speak and told 7 that although he was not a doctor, he had seen too many wounded and killed people, and he had more experience than you.

Lao Waizi had already spoken in advance.

He didn't speak before, so he needed to close his mouth to hold back the blood in his mouth.

As a result, as soon as I opened my mouth, my mouthful of blood was spitting out, dyeing my neck and collar blood red.

Even so, Lao Wai still spoke:

"Comrade Lao Qi, don't worry about me.

In fact, since the day I joined the army and fought the Japanese, I knew that sooner or later there would be such a day; when 36 young people from our village joined the army together, I was the last one to die, which was a profit.

Don’t blame Platoon Leader Hu, it’s not that he is cruel, but that’s what it is to fight.

Now that you run to the Sansou and block the Western devils, the most important thing is to do; otherwise, if you delay something, I stop because of something, and if everyone doesn’t go, then what else can you fight?

So don't worry about me, keep running, remember to bring my crooked hand over.

This is a good machine gun. In order to grab this crooked light machine gun from the Japanese, we filled in one class, but I was the only one who survived.

I'm not afraid of you jokes. In my life, I'll only have this crooked light machine gun, except for my wife and children..."

When he talked about this, Lao Wai had already started coughing violently; every time he coughed, he had a large mouthful of blood spit out.

This allows surgeons in the modern plane, the best hospital in Vienna, to know something:

Lao Wai's organs were pierced by the broken ribs, and his body was in a state of severe bleeding. It was too late to undergo surgery.

In addition, he had already noticed this point in the contact with Hu Biao:

Hu Biao's forehead was so hot that it was a bit scary; good guy! This means that Hu Biao's body temperature is at least 40 degrees, and he is now in a high fever.

And this guy jumped up and down in the previous time, acting like no one was there.

As for why he did this? Just thinking about it a little bit can make it clear that Hu Biao, as the commander of the team and the platoon leader of the three platoons, must set an example for everyone, rather than become a burden for everyone.

Damn it! Actually, this commander is not easy to die.

"Let's go, run~" said 7's words with a crying voice.

Then he lowered his waist and took the Japanese light machine gun from Lao Wai's hand, which was of great significance to this man.

And when he was planning to get Lao Wai's handle, those magazines, bullet boxes, and grenades.

The technician and Orange took the lead in taking these things on their bodies, and then together, the three novices staggered without saying a word.

After seeing this scene, Hu Biao knew something clearly in his heart:

As long as there is a last breath, these three rookies will keep running; this is no longer a task or a task, but a belief in the hearts of the three of them.

Or maybe it could be replaced by a pretentious statement that these three men have really grown up at this moment.

With inexplicable emotions, after sighing a long sigh, Hu Biao continued to run.

During the whole process, he never dared to look back and take a look; because he was not sure at all that he had turned back, and he had already entered the moment of dying.

Even before my eyes, Lao Wai's handbag, who had hallucinations, was called "Cui'er", "Gensheng", "Tiezhu" and other family names.

After seeing such a scene, he could still make up his mind to turn around and leave.

"One general succeeds and thousands of bones are bleak." This statement is simple, but when it is implemented, it is so heartbreaking...

*******

At the same time, when Lao Wai was murmuring, he let out his last breath between his chest and abdomen, and his head tilted and he died silently.

Location, in the railway station in Bei*ping.

A steam train slowly stopped in front of the platform with a long sound of steel friction.

However, passengers who used to take this train were surprised to find something was wrong, because the door of the carriage today did not open as soon as the train stopped.

When you want to get off the bus early so that you can get back home, or find a place to sleep with the passengers, and find a relevant flight attendant to ask.

The flight attendant's mouth only explained:

"Don't worry, all travelers, just wait a few minutes."

This is simply because at the end of this train, a carriage was temporarily hung up, and the people in the carriage needed to leave first.

The person in the carriage is Consultant Yang and Comrade Yang Dongli.

As early as the day more than ten hours ago, Yang Dongli was still in a place in Henan Province and was guiding the work; specifically, he started to produce "compressed biscuits" for the volunteers using relevant technologies he carried in the past.
To be continued...