Back at the consulate, the military doctor who followed immediately gave emergency treatment to the injuries of several health workers.
And even if Kim San Pang wanted to block the news, He Zhenzhong and others swaggered through the city and even fought in Pyongyang Prison, so the news spread bit by bit.
Those North Koreans couldn't understand that the Chinese had bullied their family, and the supreme leader, who had always been strong and never bowed to the Americans, actually tolerated it? No matter what the reason was, at least, Fatty Kim San was among ordinary Koreans
There were little cracks in the god-like image in my mind.
In response, the three fat men destroyed the office to no avail.
The hatred in his heart was that in the past, he had always been the only one who played tricks on China's mentality of not daring to do anything to them. He could do whatever he wanted, while the Chinese could only watch and send large numbers of people.
Material comfort, but now? The situation is completely reversed. That damn Chinese god of death and his people turned Pyongyang upside down, but he didn't dare to do anything. Isn't this frustrating?
He kept cheering himself up and made up his mind to send a large force to kill those damn guys. However, when he thought of the hundreds of thousands of Chinese troops on the other side of the Yalu River, he had to hold back. If he started at this time, he would probably be defeated by the Chinese army in a matter of minutes.
Flatten it.
He was so angry that he vomited blood and died. The third fat man had to hold back and urgently negotiated with the Yankees and Lao Maozi. For him, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. He used to go against the United States, but now he must
We need to rely on the United States to counter China.
China, in the consulate.
He Zhenzhong looked at the hygienist who had treated the injury and looked at it, "How do you feel?"
"You can't die." The hygienist, who was wrapped like a mummy, opened his mouth and smiled, "These guys only have so many tricks. They learned it from us, so they can hold on."
He Zhenzhong nodded and pointed to the health worker's right hand, "What's going on with those wounds?" The military doctor reported to him that the wounds on the health worker's hand were not like those caused by the enemy.
He raised his hand and took a look. The hygienist couldn't help but have a hint of worry in his eyes. He didn't know what happened to those five bastards now. These damn guys actually threw him to the enemy, even though they were trying to save him.
Although he was given his life as a prisoner, he still had to settle accounts with those guys.
call.
After taking a deep breath, the hygienist raised his head, looked at He Zhenzhong, and said, "I cut this myself."
Suicide involves cutting the wrist, so there is no need to cut there, right? He Zhenzhong looked at the health worker, vaguely guessing something in his mind, and asked: "Why?"
"For them to survive."
hiss.
Suddenly there was a sound of gasping around, and other Chinese soldiers also reacted, looking at the health worker with eyes full of admiration. This is definitely a soldier worthy of respect.