On a raised cliff at the bottom of the cliff, Xia Yuan leaned on it quietly. Below was a huge steep slope. If he jumped down, there would be no trace of his body.
"Fortunately there is a raised cliff here."
Xia Yuan's heart was pounding, and the feeling of surviving the disaster still made him palpitate. He didn't stay here for long. After the enemies above left, he supported his tired body and carefully went down the steep slope.
His feet slipped and he fell onto the snow.
Gritting his teeth, he used the gun as a crutch, propped himself up and continued to move forward.
"At this speed, we will definitely not be able to catch up with the Seventh Company."
Taking a deep breath, Xia Yuan looked at his abdomen through the moonlight. The bandage was soaked with blood. He didn't know whether the wound was shrapnel or a stone. If it was a stone, it would be fine. If it was a shrapnel, it would be troublesome.
You must find a place to treat your body, otherwise even if you are not shot to death, you will die of wound infection.
I don't have any medicine on me.
After walking not far, Xia Yuan suddenly saw a light in the distance, his eyes narrowed, and he quickly hid under a tree.
There was actually a road here. A US military car was parked on the road below. A large number of US soldiers got out of the car and were heading up the mountain. Their voices could be heard in the distance.
"This is the US military reconnaissance platoon. It was the battle that just attracted them. We can't stay here any longer. They will find us if we continue like this."
Xia Yuan gritted his teeth, observed it, and decided to walk in the opposite direction.
In fact, he couldn't tell the direction he was heading in. In short, he was heading in the opposite direction of the enemy.
The first thing to do now is to survive!
He re-bandaged the wound, found a wooden stick as a crutch, put the gun on his back, covered his abdomen with one hand, and walked forward.
The wind blew loudly, and Xia Yuan staggered as he walked. The pain in his abdomen kept stimulating his nerves, and the blood dyed his cotton clothes red. Fortunately, his physique was different from ordinary people.
I don’t know how long they walked. Xia Yuan rested against a pile of rocks. He took out a handful of fried noodles from the food strips and stuffed them into his mouth. They were dry and hard to chew. The dry fried noodles quickly absorbed the moisture in his mouth. Xia Yuan grabbed a handful of fried noodles.
Put the snow into your mouth, the cold snow melts in your mouth, making the dry mouth slightly moist, and eat the fried noodles with the snow.
He glanced at his abdomen, where blood was still seeping out, and the pain was constantly stimulating his mind.
Xia Yuan gasped repeatedly and glanced at the dark wilderness around him. He didn't know where he was going. With the only belief in his heart, he packed eight bullets in the large eight-grain magazine and carried them behind his back.
Hold on to the crutches and keep moving forward.
Excessive blood loss caused his body to become colder and colder, and he was shivering slightly. Soon he saw a group of low houses in the ravine.
As they climbed over the mountains and ridges, Xia Yuan's sense of time had become blurred. He carefully climbed down the mountain. This was a small village located in a ravine. Many houses had been bombed and collapsed by enemy planes. There were craters and bomb-shattered buildings everywhere.
The corpses are rarely complete, and the clothes on their bodies are traditional Korean ethnic turtlenecks.
The smell of blood in the air has long since dissipated, and the snow on the ground has turned into pieces of dark red ice. The drifting snowflakes cover the mangled corpses with a thin layer of snow, making the North Korean night even colder.
Xia Yuan withdrew his gaze, looked around with a gun in hand, and after confirming that the house in front of him was safe, he bared his teeth and got into the house.
The house built of clay was blasted by American artillery shells, and there was a cold wind. Xia Yuan covered his abdomen and came to a corner. Not long after he rested, there was a slight noise from outside.
Xia Yuan opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed the gun in his arms, struggled, and stared outside through the paper window.
Under the hazy moonlight, a petite figure was leaning over here. She was holding a stick in her hand. Xia Yuan could see clearly that she was a woman wearing shabby coarse cloth, layer by layer, which looked bloated.
, his head was wrapped in a thick long strip of coarse cloth, covering his face.
Koreans!
Xia Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and bared his teeth. It would be nice if they were not the US military. He cheered up, exposed half of his body, and whispered: "Who!"
The woman was obviously startled. She made a squeaking sound and said in broken Chinese: "Nie...okay..."
Xia Yuan didn't say a word. After a while, a voice came out: "Come in."
This North Korean woman seemed not to understand what Xia Yuan said, and hesitated for a long time before entering the room. She did not walk in, but stood at the door and looked at the room quietly.
In the dark and cold room, only a ray of moonlight came through the broken window. The woman was standing at the door.
He was panting lightly, blood still oozing from his abdomen.
The woman stared at him, noticed the wound on Xia Yuan's abdomen, turned and left the room.
Xia Yuan opened his eyes. There was no woman at the door. He tugged at the corner of his mouth without calling her. He looked at the wound on his abdomen, and blood began to seep out again. He glanced at the system's health value, which had dropped to 79%.
.
This wound is not fatal. If not treated in time, it may become fatal.
You can't stay here anymore, you must find troops, otherwise you will fall into another abyss just after you escape and ascend to heaven.
Just as he was struggling, footsteps sounded again in the yard. The woman came to the room carrying some things, walked over and put the things on the ground. Seeing that Xia Yuan was about to struggle, she hurriedly walked over. She gestured to Xia Yuan with her hands,
Pointing at Xia Yuan's wound.
"You want to treat my wound?" Xia Yuan glanced at the things in the woman's hands. Through the moonlight, he seemed to be able to see that they were some herbs and some cloth torn into strips.
The woman didn't understand. She didn't know whether to nod or shake her head. She just stretched out her hand to lift Xia Yuan's clothes. Xia Yuan didn't stop him. He pursed his pale lips and said nothing. He only gasped when he touched the wound.
This chapter is not over yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading! The woman raised her head and looked at Xia Yuan. She moved more carefully, untied the bandage on her clothes, and opened her clothes to reveal the wound. There was a piece of shell fragment in the wound, which pierced the cotton clothes.
Fortunately, the cotton clothes withstood part of the impact, and the fragment was not embedded deeply. You can still see a corner of the shell fragment exposed, and the wound has turned black.
Xia Yuan lowered his eyes and grinned: "It's really shell fragments. I wonder why this health value dropped so fast."
The woman seemed a little at a loss. She also saw the shrapnel and looked at Xia Yuan hesitantly.
Xia Yuan handed her the bayonet on his body, "If you have a fire, burn it."
Feeling that the woman didn't understand, he gestured with his hands to describe the scene of fire as best as possible.
The woman seemed to understand a little bit, and obviously she also knew some common sense about sterilization. She found some dry wood, piled some gravel in a corner, used the gravel to block the fire, put the knife on the fire and briefly baked it, then turned the fire
After extinguishing it, he came to Xia Yuan's side and gestured with his hands in the air.
Xia Yuan bit a piece of cloth in his mouth and lowered his head: "Come on!"
The woman hesitated for a moment, then carefully inserted the knife into the wound on Xia Yuan's abdomen. For a moment, Xia Yuan's eyes widened, his breathing became heavy, his teeth clenched the cloth strip in his mouth, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.
The stinging pain was transmitted to the brain nerves one after another, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his hands were tightly clenched into fists.
The woman carefully lifted up the shrapnel with a knife, and grabbed the shrapnel with her other hand. She bit her lip and glanced at Xia Yuan. She yanked the shrapnel and threw it to the ground. A large amount of blood seeped out, and she couldn't help but wipe it.
He rubbed his forehead and felt a little admiration for the warrior in front of him.
Putting down the knife, she mixed the herbs she brought earlier with her mouth, chewed them, put them on the wound, and wrapped a cloth strip tightly around Xia Yuan's waist twice to tie it. After doing all this, she tied Xia Yuan
Pull down your clothes.
Xia Yuan breathed out heavily and looked at the woman, "Thank you."
The woman was gesticulating, but seeing that Xia Yuan couldn't understand, she just sat aside, silent.
Xia Yuan, who had been tense all day, could finally relax and take a rest. He leaned against the wall, holding the gun and fell asleep quickly. The woman watched Xia Yuan fall asleep and looked at the gun in his arms and the 50-shirt he was wearing.
Wearing a military uniform, I felt inexplicably at ease, so I lay next to him and gently closed my eyes to rest.