"Damn Germans!" Yu Yang pushed aside the German who was pressing on him, and wiped his face with his right hand randomly. Yu Yang felt very shocked when a man spat blood all over his face.
Uncomfortable.
Slowly getting up from the ground, Yu Yang checked the wound on his left shoulder. The bullet was probably stuck in the bone, but the wound was already bloody and bloody due to the fingers of this damn German.
It hurt, it was very painful. The German had pinched his flesh a little bit with his fingers. This feeling was not something ordinary people could bear. Yu Yang's forehead was constantly sweating, and his steps were a little unsteady as he walked unsteadily.
Location on the second floor.
Yu Yang walked back to his room step by step, gritted his teeth and took out the backpack he had hidden. There was also a first aid kit in it, which could be used to simply bandage his wounds.
Yu Yang took a deep breath, used up his last bit of strength, took out the morphine and syringe, and gave himself a shot of morphine to relieve the pain first. Yu Yang would not be partially paralyzed at all, but only near his wound.
I took a dose of medicine.
Immediately afterwards, Yu Yang took out something to stop bleeding and applied it on his shoulder randomly. Then he took out a bandage and randomly wrapped the wound twice, and the bleeding finally stopped.
As for whether the wound can be recovered, or how it will be recovered, Yu Yang has no idea. However, one arm was injured. For Yu Yang, his ear has just recovered, and now his shoulder is injured again. It can be said that it is the end of his life.
disaster.
However, compared to the inaudible collapse when his ears were injured, Yu Yang was much calmer this time and did not give up on himself.
Just when Yu Yang had just bandaged the wound, footsteps came from downstairs again. Yu Yang tried his best to get up from the ground, but he felt that his body was as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Maybe the morphine he had just taken had side effects. Now it was difficult for Yu Yang to even lift his uninjured right hand, and his eyelids had become very heavy, as if he was about to fall asleep at any time, maybe forever.
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His vision began to become blurry. Yu Yang tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids no longer obeyed Yu Yang's instructions and slowly fell down. In the end, Yu Yang's vision became a gap. At the last moment when he closed his eyes,
, Yu Yang saw an earth-yellow figure appear at the door of the room.
Two old men touched the building where Yu Yangzai lived. As soon as they reached the stairs, they saw the bodies of two Germans. One of the old men touched the body of one of the Germans with his hand and found that there was still some body temperature.
"These Germans have just died. There may be one of our own people upstairs. Be careful and don't shoot randomly!" After saying that, he held his submachine gun and quickly rushed to the corridor on the second floor.
There were a lot of corpses in the corridor. The corpses of his comrades, the corpses of the Germans and the corpses of the Italians were piled together. Lao Maozi made a gesture, and the laozi behind him immediately took out his bayonet and prepared for close combat.
This room is a bit weird, and there are too many corpses. There are more than a dozen corpses downstairs, two corpses at the stairs, and more upstairs. There are nearly twenty corpses piled up together. It looks very scary.
The old man carefully checked the rooms on both sides of the corridor. After making sure that no one was found, he walked to the last room. One old man rushed in with a bayonet, while the other old man squatted at the door holding a submachine gun.
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Once there is any abnormality in the house, they will directly turn around, enter the house, shoot, and detect whistles. These old guys are quite experienced.
Lao Maozi rushed into the room with a bayonet and found a pot propped up in the middle of the room, but the fire had been extinguished. In the corner of the room, there was a friendly soldier lying, who seemed to be seriously injured.
The left shoulder was wrapped with gauze, and it was hard to tell what he looked like. There was blood all over his face, and his face was so swollen that he no longer looked like a human.
Lao Maozi looked at Yu Yang who was lying on the ground and shouted outside the house. Lao Maozi from outside the house walked in and glanced at Yu Yang who was lying on the ground: "Huh? Is he dead?"
He tested the position of Yu Yang's neck. It was still beating, and there was still air coming in through his nose. He shook his head and said, "I'm not dead. I'm still alive. I don't know if I can survive it."
Another old man looked at Yu Yang with some disappointment. Now he wished that his comrade lying on the ground was dead, so that the backpack he was holding tightly in his hand belonged to him.
This is also one of the rules on the battlefield. Items captured by friendly forces cannot be snatched from each other. Whoever captures it belongs to that person. Of course, if the comrade is dead, the item becomes ownerless, and whoever grabs it belongs to him.
Yes, as for taking credit for the items seized, only our army can do it. After all, we are poor.
One of the old men took off the backpack that Yu Yang held firmly in his hand, opened it and looked at it: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, this guy is really rich, with more than a dozen cans, little Ivan, come on,
I’ll give you three! I’ll get three more!”
The leader, Lao Maozi, took out three cans and put them into his pocket, then held the weapon and sat down opposite Yu Yang.
Little Ivan took the three cans and swallowed his saliva: "Ikanov, isn't it bad for us to do this? He is not dead yet, we have divided his things, and he is still an officer, Wan
First, where is the Political (Anti-Harmony) Committee? Will they kill us if they wake up?"
Ikanov smiled: "Don't worry, let's take care of him here. If he can survive, we deserve these things. After all, we took care of him. We should be grateful. If not, we wouldn't come."
If so, maybe he will be killed by the Germans who come up to him, and all these things will be taken away by the Germans!"
"Of course, if he doesn't survive, these things will all belong to us. We will rest here tonight. Little Ivan, you will keep watch for half the night, and I will keep watch for the rest of the night!"
After Ikanov finished speaking, he looked at Yu Yang's backpack greedily, rolled his eyes, found a seat not too far away from Yu Yang, sat down, leaned against the wall, and slowly closed his eyes.
After hearing this, little Ivan nodded, picked up the machine gun that Yu Yang had thrown on the ground, ran to the top of the stairs, squatted down carefully, and stared at the top of the stairs.
After closing his eyes, Ikanov slowly opened his eyes when he saw little Ivan walking out of the door. He looked at Yu Yang lying aside, took out his bayonet, and slowly walked to Yu Yang's side.
"Comrade, I don't know if you can survive, but I see that you are so seriously injured, I don't think you can survive. You should be in pain now. Let me relieve your pain. You
What do you think?" After saying that, he walked towards Yu Yang step by step.
Ikanov swallowed his saliva with greedy eyes. He just glanced at Yu Yang's backpack, and he already had murderous intentions. With so many cans, if this person died, these things would
They all belong to me, and since this is a war zone, no one will know if one or two more people die.
Ikanov had already walked to Yu Yang's side, and slowly raised the bayonet in his hand...
