[What a pity, if this could be delayed for ten or eight days, the Japanese would probably give up on the special attack team completely? This special attack team will be disbanded directly by then...]

Zheng Yingqi was very regretful. Unexpectedly, the Japanese reacted at this moment and made the most correct way to deal with it - if I had known this, I shouldn't have left the Japanese...

But when he saw Qin Feng who was studying the wound with a sad face, his regret dispelled from his mind:

If there is another time, he will still stick to this choice.

"Okay, don't pretend to be dead. It's time for you to get bullets - it's time for you to learn from the revolutionary martyrs." Zheng Yingqi walked towards Qin Feng, and Qin Feng said pitifully like a frightened woman:

"Can you...can you not get the bullet? I'm afraid of pain."

"What do you think?"

Qin Feng:...

After a while, a depressed groan sounded in the forest. Qin Feng turned his head and bit the branches tightly, allowing Zheng Yingqi to perform a simple and rough numb-free bomb extraction operation.

Two warheads were taken out. Before Qin Feng could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Zheng Yingqi picking up the burning branches.

"Old Zheng... let me scold you first, okay?" Qin Feng said gritting his teeth.

"You scold me."

"Zheng Yingqi, damn it, your uncle!"

The branches with flames burned on the wound with curses, and the sizzling sounds were endless. The branches in Qin Feng's mouth were almost bitten to pieces.

After the two wounds stopped bleeding, Qin Feng, who had suffered from sweating and exhausted, cursed:

"Damn, I'll spend all my time with you!"

Zheng Yingqi looked at Qin Feng, who was full of energy and breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not show any mercy to mock him:
Chapter completed!