"Let us out quickly!" Ma Erhuzi shouted, and then there was a "bang" knock on the door.

"No matter how quarrels, no matter how quarrels, you all quarrels. You guys dare to say bad things about our army commander behind their backs!" Then there was also a "bang".

The one who spoke was the soldiers of the 59th Army guarding the door, and this "bang" sound was much more powerful than the "bang" and "bang" sound of Ma Erhuzi smashing the door, because Ma Erhuzi smashed it with his fist, but he was hit with a butt.

However, Ma Erhuzi would never shut up just because the other party used a butt.

"What did you do to our brother?" Ma Erhuzi shouted again.

"How is it? I'll kill you!" The soldier guarding the gate replied angrily.

But when this soldier said this, there was no movement in the room. The soldier guarding the gate was lazy to take care of the people in the room, and he was happy to be quiet.

At this time, Wang Laomao had just let go of Ma Erhuzi's arm. It was just that when Ma Erhuzi was about to smash the door again, Wang Laomao stopped him.

"Okay, it's all gone. The small dustpan should be fine.

Think about it, the little dustpan is like that. If you throw it there, you will definitely die. Is it necessary to be pulled out and killed?

But is it possible to kill the small dustpan? They have no grudge against us, not to mention that everyone is fighting against the Japanese devils.” Wang Laomao analyzed.

"Then they arrested us, but they threw the small dustpan there and ignored it?" Qiu Bo asked worriedly.

"I always feel that it is not enough. Our Northeast Army and the Northwest Army have no grudges. I remember that our two families joined forces to catch that old man in Xi'an.

So they are different from the Central Army. The Central Army is a direct line. Our Northeast Army and the Northwest Army are both miscellaneous troops. Even if they don’t help us, it won’t be difficult for us.” Wang Laomao said with certainty.

"Then they wouldn't lock us up and treat our injuries to the small dustpan, right?" Gu Man asked in confusion at this time.

Although Gu Man is also a veteran, he has been joining Shang Zhen's team for a short time. But because he is a veteran, he knows that the friendship between veterans is fought side by side, so he will not speak rashly and cause the unhappiness of the old men Shang Zhen.

"Who knows? If they want to treat the wounds, they won't be able to drive us out from the beginning, alas." Wang Laomao sighed.

He couldn't figure it out either.

Wang Laomao only understood why they were arrested after just passing the soldier who was guarding them.

Didn’t the soldier outside the door just now say that they actually dared to scold the commander behind their backs.

And why do they scold the commander of the 59th Army behind them? Is it necessary to say? The commander of the other party was Zhang, but Qian Chuan'er insisted on saying "There are no good people in the surname Zhang". Isn't this just scolding the commander of the other party?

However, they were already very careful when talking, so they should not be heard by the guards at the entrance of the hospital. Then they could only have ears in the partition walls.

After all, I was careless, and the disaster came from my mouth!

But these good people caused trouble, probably they were beaten up by the people from the 59th Army. But what should the small dustpan with only one breath be done?

Thinking of this, Wang Laomao felt both distressed and headache.

I feel sorry for the heartbreaker.

You can imagine how difficult it is for Xiaohuoji to leave half of his life out of the Japanese siege. What's more, Wang Laomao is old, but he watched Xiaohuoji grow from a child to an outstanding soldier year after year.

The headache is naturally because he really can't think of a way to save Xiao Zhuoji.

Alas, it would be great if that little kid Shang Zhen could follow him. Maybe he could have some tricks, but this little kid was injured and couldn't walk.

Wang Laomao, who really couldn't figure out how to save Xiao Zhuoji, could only exhale Shang's anger in his heart.

But Wang Laomao didn't know that at this moment, at the house of the hospital who was not far from being imprisoned, a small dustpan that had been stripped of red sperm on a simple wooden table was lying there.

He was still unconscious, but even if he was awake, it was useless because he was not only tied up but also anesthetized.

A doctor wearing a mouth-mounted white coat raised his hand holding the lancet to him.

Just next to the doctor, a female nurse was busy, and she was wearing a mask, but she showed her shiny black eyes.

Only by looking at the eyes, you can't tell a person's appearance, but this female nurse's eyelashes are longer than those of ordinary women.

Time passes by little by little.

A soldier guarding the door glanced into the room through the window and saw the Northeast Army soldiers who had scolded them privately but were already asleep.

As for the sleeping position, the older one fell asleep while sitting on a broken chair, and the remaining four were sleeping on the corner of the wall and some were lying directly on the cold floor.

"I don't care about my brother's life or death anymore. I'm still sleeping. I'm so heart-wrenching!" The soldier said dissatisfiedly.

"They said that they just snatched Xiao Bengbu back last night, but they might have joined the war." At this time, his companions intersected next to him.

"Fuck, I'll scold our commander after joining the war?" the soldier said dissatisfied.

"Well, everyone is a soldier. Like us, they are all people who cannot go home." His companions naturally couldn't speak for Wang Laomao and the others, but their sympathy for Wang Laomao and the others also showed their words.

When the companion said this, the soldier felt something, and finally he just hummed and said nothing.

Wang Laomao and the others are really too tired and sleepy.

They fought with the Japanese all night yesterday, and then carried a small dustpan and ran over dozens of miles to find a doctor. Even the iron-killed person could not resist such a struggle.

Time then passes, the sun sets, and dusk arrives.

Wang Laomao and the others are still sleeping.

At this time, a "ding" sound was made in the room that temporarily acted as an operating room. It was a 6.5mm pointed bullet stained with blood and landed in a porcelain plate.

More than ten minutes later, the door of the operating room was pushed open, and the doctor who was the surgeon walked out with a little stiff pace, and the young nurse was following him.

The two of them took off their masks at the same time. The doctor looked elegant in his forties, while the female nurse looked pretty, but she also revealed her fatigue.

"Doctor Hua, do you think he can survive?" the female nurse finally asked.

As a nurse, she participated in the entire process of surgery to give the small dustpan.

Of course she could see that the little dustpan was very young, but her strength was better than that of ordinary soldiers today.

It is conceivable how brave the young soldier was when fighting the Japanese army, just because there were gunshot wounds on the front and back of his body.

If this young Northeastern soldier was really not rescued and killed, she knew she would be sad.

"I don't know. If he can survive until tomorrow morning, I think it's okay." The doctor, who is called Dr. Hua, also answered uncertainly.

Doctors cannot help their lives when treating diseases. Sometimes they can only look at the wounded's own luck.
Chapter completed!