With the advice of the head of the group, although the self-heating food tasted peerless, the seven people in the basement were very self-disciplined and only ate five points full.

After all, food can be enjoyed anytime, anywhere, but there is only one life, and living in this difficult war years, they have seen too many examples of severe hunger followed by gluttony to death.

The air in the dimly lit basement is cloudy and the atmosphere is oppressive.

After eating and drinking, everyone did not have the slightest frustration and pessimism before, they all looked happy and smiling, and they licked their faces and began to talk to Luo Yun as brothers.

The hardships of more than ten days disappeared with a delicious meal, and each of them had a happy and flattering smile on their faces.

Looking at this group of lonely heroes who turned into licking dogs because of a few packets of self-heating food, and looking at their tongues that kept savoring the residual taste at the corners of their mouths, a sentence suddenly appeared in Luo Yun's mind.

Hunger is the best spice.

As long as hunger adds enough amounts, any food will taste infinitely delicious.

In order to preserve the food for a long time, the taste of the food has an obvious dry taste, and in order to harmonize the taste and increase the taste, the manufacturer added a rich sauce seasoning package to the self-heating food, but even so, compared with fresh food, its taste is like the taste gap between cowhide and beef.

And look at these people in front of them with the most delicious appearance in the world.

Luo Yun can imagine what these people have experienced in the past ten days.

As the old folk saying goes, talk about feelings at the dinner table.

As the individual soldier self-heating the food was served, everyone also chatted with him without any interval, and Luo Yun also quickly understood the situation of the group of people in front of him.

After the defeat of the Battle of Songhu, a retreat was inevitable.

However, during the retreat, the middle and high-ranking members of the army nominally took the lead and took the lead, but in fact, they secretly abandoned the troops and fled, causing the troops to lose organization, causing the defense line to be completely out of control, and the retreat turned into a rout, and the troops garrisoning Dayang Town were hastily evacuated by the general trend of rout, and Lin Dawen's company also lost contact with the main force, and was finally surrounded by devils in Dayang Town and became a remnant.

More than 30 people, after being surrounded by devils for 12 days, in the end, only the seven people in front of them remained.

In the dimness, Luo Yun, who had finished understanding the background, habitually held his chin, looked at the still bright exclamation mark on the heads of the seven people in front of him, recalled the devil position he passed by not long ago, and began to think about the task.

At this time, everyone was bandaging the wound with the first-aid kit he brought, and after more than ten days of escape, several people in front of him were more or less injured, some of the wounds had scabbed and were about to heal, and some of the wounds had rotted and pus, and the condition was not good.

Gao Tiancheng had a gunshot abrasion on his left arm, although it was not infected, but because the wound was too large, it barely healed, and it would bleed as soon as he moved; Wang Tian's feet were pierced by a piece of shrapnel, and a rancid smell mixed with the smell of stinky feet spread; Most of Wang Gen's ears were cut off by a bullet from the devil.

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The few people in front of him are also veterans of a hundred battles, they will deal with them if they are in a convenient position, and help each other if they can't reach them, and the comrades-in-arms will cooperate seamlessly. Several people are also very skilled in the treatment of wounds, and their expressions are like eating and drinking.

Alcohol cleaning and disinfection of wounds, tweezers and scissors to pull out rotten flesh, needles and threads to suture wounds, gauze bandages to wrap and bind, a few people in front of them are still talking and laughing after a set of processes.

And Luo Yun, who was thinking, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes when he glanced at the rest of the medicine, and his thinking was interrupted instantly.

In the first-aid kit he brought, all kinds of basic medicines were well prepared.

Two bottles of alcohol for disinfection, two bottles of hydrogen peroxide for cleaning wounds, three packets of anti-infective amine powder, three bottles of penicillin, three bottles of anesthetic, and three bottles of morphine analgesics.

However, in the open first-aid kit in front of him...

The various items in the first aid kit were placed extremely neatly, except for the alcohol used, only a packet of amine powder was opened, and other medicines such as anesthetics and penicillin were all intact, and even the packaging was not opened.

"You guys, you didn't use anesthetic just now?"

These people, Guan Gong? Are all TM playing bone scraping and healing? Can you still talk and laugh all the way to the wound after suturing the carrion?

"Isn't there alcohol? The alcohol drunk the wound, I can't feel the pain, what kind of anesthetic do I need" It was Wang Tian who spoke, and he was bandaging his stinky foot at this time, and the black injured foot was tightly wrapped in white gauze.

"Little Brother Luo Yun really thank you for this first aid kit, now I am a good man again" Then he stood up, did not wear his shoes that were darker than his feet, and stepped on the ground directly through gauze, revealing his big white teeth.

God's wounds are drunk! Looking at Wang Tian who was stepping on the ground with his injured foot, Luo Yun didn't want to think about it, his face couldn't be controlled at the moment, and he couldn't help but be deformed.

The soles of his feet were pierced by shrapnel, and he fought for more than ten days with his injured foot, and finally his feet were ulcerated and deformed. He couldn't imagine what kind of pain it should be, but the person in front of him just poured alcohol into the wound, and then directly used tweezers and scissors to wash and blow on his rotten feet, and then bandaged himself without blushing or panting.

How much it hurts~

There is no systematic seven-percent pain threshold for these people in front of them.

"It's a group of werewolves, no wonder they can survive in such a difficult situation" Baring his teeth, Luo Yun could only silently praise in his heart.

Half an hour later, everyone also finished treating the wounds on their bodies, and after putting away the first-aid kit, the seven people glanced at a few shell guns and a large number of bullets in the package, and looked at Luo Yun with a blank eye, and a meaning was revealed in their eyes.

Brother, we all listen to you, and do whatever you say.

It is also for food, and some are for medicine, and at this time, Luo Yun has naturally become their backbone.

"Brother Luo Yun, what do you say next" Seeing that Luo Yun didn't speak for a long time, Lin Dawen directly opened his mouth to express his attitude.

As a company commander, he has always been the most stressful person, no one, everyone in the company obeys his orders, and it depends on his decision whether he lives or dies.

He can not care about his own life and death, but he can't ignore the lives of his comrades, which is why he has always stopped everyone and the devil from desperately, everyone here has a reason why they must go back alive.

Now that everyone had eaten and drunk, and their wounds had been treated, the despair accumulated over the past ten days had been swept away, and looking at the shell guns and bullets in the package, they could not wait for the next battle.

Luo Yun, who was interrupted from thinking, listened to Lin Dawen's inquiry, he first glanced at the seven shell guns in the package under his feet, and then looked at the bright eyes of the seven people in front of him, as well as the bright and flashing exclamation marks on the top of the seven people's heads, his brows wrinkled involuntarily, and his fingers began to scrub his jaw constantly.

This task...