Wang Yu turned his head and saw the old soldier holding the half-pulled bun in one hand and covering his face with the other.

Tumbest tears slid from his fingers and fell to the ground with a "bang" sound.

"Brother, why are you?"

Wang Yu asked the old soldier who was choked.

a long time.

The old soldier wiped away the turbid tears and stared at the half-pulled bun in his hand sadly, as if he was trapped in painful memories.

"My daughter's favorite food is buns..."

After pausing, the old soldier slaps a few sips of dry tobacco, trying to calm down his excitement.

The thick smoke kept coming out of his mouth, which made him cough.

After a while, as if he was struggling out of painful memories, he slowly said.

"One day three years ago, I went to the market in the city and bought my daughter my favorite buns.

When they rushed back to the village, the entire village house was burned up by the Japanese, and the entire village... were dead and swept away by the Japanese with machine guns...

Since then, my old bones have joined the Eighth Route Army.”

After saying that, the old soldier knocked the tobacco pipe pot on his shoes, then stood up with the wall, took the half-pulled bun, dragged his seriously injured right leg, and turned to the wide area in the distance, burying it in the soil, as if paying tribute.

Wang Yu was silent, and the result of the old soldier's daughter was self-evident.

That half-pulled bun was perhaps even harder to swallow than a knife in the mouth of the old soldier.

When he sat down again, the old soldier's face became free from joy or sorrow.

Perhaps this is the greater sorrow than the death of the heart.

After refilling a pot of dry tobacco, the old soldier did not smoke it himself, but handed it to Wang Yu.

"Come on, let's have a fuss!"

Wang Yu took it, ignited it and took a few sips.

The dry tobacco without filters was extremely irritating, and he choked and coughed repeatedly, but he had no choice but to hand it back to the old soldier.

The old soldier smiled and slapped with relish.

"Big brother, your legs..."

Wang Yu pointed to the old soldier's legs.

"It's aborted!"

The old soldier patted his right leg wrapped in gauze, as if he couldn't feel any pain.

"Doctor Zhou said that it was necrotic. It lacked medicine and could not be cured. He could only drag it like this. If he dragged it to the end, he would have to saw his legs."

As if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, the old soldier's tone was light and calm.

"God still wants to torture me, but I didn't let me die on the battlefield. I'm afraid I can only be a useless person in the future. I can only leave the killing of the Japanese to you."

"A small question, Dr. Zhou said, the medicine will arrive in a few days!"

Wang Yu spoke out and made up a lie.

A lie of kindness.

"real?"

A glimmer of hope ignited in the old soldier's eyes.

Who would be willing to live intact?

Besides, the Japanese, the enemy who killed his daughter, was still tragicting the land of China.

Seeing Wang Yu nodding with certainty, the old soldier smiled and said, "Then wait until the legs are cured, and we men will go to the battlefield and kill a few Japanese devils!"

In the following days, Wang Yu's injuries became better and better.

This is entirely due to the system of food, which accelerates the healing of wounds.

And this effect can only work for himself.

Once again, he saw the hardships of the Eighth Route Army's life.

The injured eat steamed buns every day and drink porridge made from wild vegetables and millet.

It seemed good at first, but after Wang Yu had a few meals, he gained experience.

The steamed bun is not only difficult to swallow, but also irritates the throat!

"Old Liu, you said that this bunch of steamed buns is obviously made of cornmeal, but why is it still irritating to the throat?"

After getting familiar with the chef Lao Liu, Wang Yu started asking.

"Corn flour? You think it's beautiful, it's made of stick noodles!"

The husband Lao Liu threw a handful of firewood into the big stove and sneered.

"Well, aren't cornmeal and curd noodles the same thing?"

Wang Yu was puzzled.

The husband Lao Liu glanced at Wang Yu, and he really couldn't figure out what the guy in front of him was stupid. He ate what he had grown so big.

"The corn flour is the surface of corn peeled off into corn, and the rod flour is the surface of corn and the middle corn shaft!"

Wang Yu understood, no wonder he was stinging his throat, and then asked:

"Old Liu, have you eaten white flour steamed buns?"

The husband Lao Liu was stunned, recalled for a moment, and said, "I have eaten it. I often ate it when the Japanese didn't come, but when the Japanese came, the whole country was short of food and rice. If I could not starve to death, I would be satisfied. How could I eat white flour steamed buns?"

"Where is the meat bun?"

Old Liu shook his head, but he had never eaten this before, and then asked, "Have you ever eaten it?"

"I've eaten it, of course I've eaten it!"

Wang Yu patted his chest and continued, "I have eaten braised pork ribs, braised beef, braised pork trotters, braised lion heads, braised big elbows, etc."

As soon as they finished speaking, a rumbling sound broke out in their stomachs.

An awkward atmosphere permeates.

"Boy, just make fun of me!"

The husband, Old Liu, suddenly picked up a handful of firewood and wanted to chase Wang Yu. However, Wang Yu was moving like a rabbit, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, with only a sound echoing.

"Old Liu, I'll treat you to braised pork in a few days!"

"Ph! Eat your grandma's legs!"

The husband Lao Liu cursed and felt that he had been fooled by Wang Yu. How could he have eaten so many dishes by himself?

Even rich landlords dare not eat like this!

He worked as a kid in a field hospital for two years, and he had never seen any blood.

The best time is to take the canned Japanese food and stew a big pot of cabbage!

...

In just a few days, Wang Yu's wounds continued, but he could not exercise vigorously.

Feeling that it was nothing serious, he immediately decided to complete the system's task and go to Wanjia Town to find medical supplies.

"Battery Commander, the boss gives us a task!"

That night, Wang Yubian found Zhang Dabiao and made up a reason casually.

He knew that if he didn't make up something randomly, this was an order, Zhang Dabiao would never follow him.

“What mission?”

"Wanjia Town has a batch of medical supplies, we must get them back!"

"no problem!"

When he heard that it was medical supplies, Zhang Dabiao looked happy. He stayed in the field hospital for a few days. He also saw the financial difficulties and immediately agreed.

But he immediately scratched his head and said in confusion: "No, my military rank is higher than you. If you have a task, you should notify me first!"

Wang Yu rolled his eyes and said, "Because I am better than you, the boss gave me this task!"

"Awesome? Why can't I see it?"

Zhang Dabiao was a little dissatisfied.

Wang Yu glared and said, "Do you go? If you don't go and wait until I come back, all the credits are my own!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Zhang Dabiao was also anxious and said three words in a row.

Then I cursed a few words in my heart, Grandma, why are I being controlled by such a new recruit? When the task is completed, I will teach you a good lesson!

This boss is really, Zhang Dabiao is the battalion commander of this boy, why didn't he give me the mission...

He didn't know where the boss had any tasks, it was all made up by Wang Yu.

That night, the two of them secretly avoided the guard post and set out in the direction of Wanjia Town.
Chapter completed!