He saw that Gu Chen and the others were wearing distinctive combat uniforms, and he also saw the solemn and respectable national emblem on their helmets. He had no doubt that there was something wrong with Gu Chen and the others, and immediately led the way, "Xiao Wang's high fever has subsided.
I also took out the bullets on my body, but they took away all the anti-inflammatory drugs in my hand, so I could only use herbal medicine to treat Xiao Wang's inflammation every day."
After pushing aside the crude and fragile wooden house, Gu Chen took it to his vegetable garden.
At half past four, the roosters had already crowed, and the Nishiki family's rooster was no exception, crowing loudly and crowing loudly.
The wind in the mountains always has a dampness, mixed with the faint smell of rotten wood. Gu Chen made a gesture, leaving the two of them to watch, and took No. 21 down to the cellar with Ximu.
As soon as I walked in, the smell of kerosene hit my face. There was no light in the cellar, so I had to rely on kerosene lamps to take photos.
Armed policeman Wang Nianchun, who was lying awake in the hay, heard the noise and reflexively picked up the rifle he had always held in his hand when sleeping. Under the weak oil lamp, he saw the old village doctor who had saved him, and...
"Don't move." Gu Chen rushed up and held down his shoulders as he struggled to get up.
Her eyes had already glanced at him. He had been shot in four places, one in the upper part of his chest, one in his psoas, one in his thigh... and a bullet scratch under his chest and ribs.
No. 21 saw that the straps on his body had obviously not been changed. He frowned and took out the straps and anti-inflammatory medicine from the hygiene bag. "Give him anti-inflammatory medicine three times. I will clean his wound and re-bandage it."
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When Wang Nianchun saw his man, who was a tough-minded man, he couldn't help but have red eyes.
"The two comrades who died were left in the woods to the west. The other two comrades came back to cover me and were captured. Brother Ximu told me that they are still alive... but the situation is not good. Here..."
Cleaning the wounds with alcohol made Wang Nianchun, who spoke in a deep voice, take a breath. He gritted his teeth and continued: "If the soldiers fall into their hands, their lives will definitely be worse than death. It would be better to kill them with a single shot."
"The wound is suppurating. You need to contact the hospital as soon as possible." On the 21st, he used alcohol to clean Wang Niachun's wound and applied white anti-inflammatory powder on the wound. When the powder was sprinkled, the flesh thorns on the edge of the wound were trembling.
Even so, Wang Nianchun used his strong will to tell Gu Chen all the information he knew.
"No, they are not in the village now." After leading Gu Chen into the cellar, Ximu, who had never spoken, said in a deep voice in blunt Mandarin: "At seven o'clock last night, the general took away the heavy weapons and they went to the border to trade.
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When Wang Nianchun heard this, his expression immediately changed. His originally pale face became extra cold due to the sharp eyes, "Another batch of goods has flowed out, and I don't know how many more people will be killed!"
"How many people are left here?" The drugs that flow out depend on the border patrol drug police. Now, she has to make cleaning up the armed drug traffickers in the old village her top priority.
Ximu thought for a moment and reported a very precise number, "Not many, there are about twenty-six more. But there are many people in the village to help them, this is a problem."
"The general goes out to trade, and it usually takes a few days to come back." It was around twenty-six, it was already four forty-one, and the sky was already bright... We needed to hurry up.
We must control all the poisonous villages before the "general" comes back!
