Lying on the ground for ten minutes, a full ten minutes, Yu Yang came to his senses, but what followed was a tingling sensation all over his body.

Yu Yang glanced down at his body, feeling as if he had just been fished out of the sea of blood, his clothes were full of blood, and he didn't know if it was Yu Yang's own or someone else's.

The pain in the arms and knees is the most intense, when he crawled in the passage just now, Yu Yang's legs have been dragging on the ground, although the distance is not very long, but the cotton pants have been worn out under the friction of various gravels, and the mud and blood are mixed together to form "plasma".

The position of the shoulder was also seriously injured, but the most painful thing was my waist and back.

Touching it with his hand also stained Yu Yang's palm red, these wounds should be the scars left by the Germans when they threw the grenade for the third time.

Because Yu Yang didn't have time to take care of the injuries on his body at that time, he might die at any time, Yu Yang's attention was all focused on how to escape, and the pain on his body didn't feel much at all.

After relaxing now, Yu Yang felt a hot pain in all parts of his body, lay on the ground and struggled twice, stood up from the ground, and looked at the position where he was lying down just now, and there was already a blood stain.

Endured the pain and got up from the ground, Yu Yang is now somewhat immune to pain, the immunity here does not mean that Yu Yang will not feel pain, but Yu Yang has experienced the battle in Mogadishu, the body has been tortured by several bullets, the wound has been sutured twice, etc., for some small wounds, he is already somewhat immune, although he still feels pain, but he can reluctantly accept it, and it will not affect his ability to move too much.

He took out his backpack, took out the medical kit he had seized before, and bandaged the wounds on his body, although there were many, most of the wounds were not deep, and he could only bandage them indiscriminately where he could see them.

After bandaging the wound and standing up from the ground, Yu Yang took off a piece of clothing from the corpse of the German on the ground, and simply bandaged the wound on his leg, there was no disinfectant or spirits here, so he could only wash it briefly with some water, bandage it with gauze and then wrap the wound with German clothes.

Yu Yang limped up a little and checked his weapons and ammunition, most of the things were still there, two canvas bags, a backpack, a bearskin coat, one of the canvas bags with the M4 magazine was abandoned, and everything else was undamaged, but the M4A1 only had thirty rounds left, and it was about to become a burning stick.

After finishing his work, Yu Yang leaned against the wall and lay down, suddenly feeling that something was wrong, the surroundings were very quiet, and the silence was a little scary.

Thinking about it carefully, when I was pulling the corpse of a German soldier just now, there seemed to be a sound, but it was very small.

When Yu Yang used a knife to turn the German military uniform into pieces, there was also a little sound, Yu Yang kicked the canned box next to him with his foot, it should have been discarded at will by a few old hairy people who died just now, and there was also a sound, but the sound was not loud, very small, Yu Yang could only hear it when he pricked up his ears.

"Something wrong with my ears? Deaf? Yu Yang sensed that something was wrong, picked up the German clothes that had just been discarded at random, and tore them vigorously with both hands, and the already tattered German military uniform was torn in half by Yu Yang.

But the sound of tearing the cloth strip was very small, almost inaudible, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Yu Yang nervously took out the sniper rifle behind his back.

Slowly walked to the corner of the wall, fired a shot at the other end of the basement, the shot rang out, but not loud, frowned, and fired another shot, but this time he put his ear on the barrel of the gun, but the sound was still not loud, like a mosquito suddenly flying past his ear.

Throwing the sniper rifle in his hand aside, Yu Yang turned his ear sideways, stretched out his little thumb, and carefully plucked out his ear, some sand fell out of his ear.

Then Yu Yang plucked out the other ear, there was also a little sand, and after cleaning it up, Yu Yang once again picked up a canned food box on the ground and smashed it on the table not far away.

It's still very quiet, but if you listen closely, it's a little louder than just now, and it's just a little bit louder.

Yu Yang still held on to luck, took out his weapon, shot into the distance again, and listened attentively again, this time the effect was indeed much better than before, if the sound was like a mosquito flying by, now it is more like a fly flying.

Yu Yang opened his backpack in a panic, took out the seized emergency medical kit, his hands trembled, and he opened it with a sweat on the top of his head, looking for the cotton swab inside, wanting to continue to dig out his ears.

Now Yu Yang doesn't care that he will be found shooting in the basement, if there is really something wrong with his ears, even if he can survive now, but the task Yu Yang will not be able to complete.

The only way for a person whose hearing is deaf or halved to survive in the city of Stalingrad is to hide in a corner, motionless, so that there is a chance that no one will find out or that the dead will not be discovered.

But even if Yu Yang did this and allowed himself to survive in Stalingrad for a month, Yu Yang would not be able to complete the task at all, and he could not hear the distant sound of gunfire, cannons, footsteps, or even talking, and Yu Yang could not fight.

Even when Yu Yang was hiding in a corner and preparing to shoot a black gun, the Germans stood behind him and danced a Shuplatler dance, or sang an SSS lightning force as they advanced, Yu Yang couldn't hear it.

If he is deaf, Yu Yang is basically equal to death, even if he is not deaf, but weakened, it will be a fatal blow to Yu Yang.

Yu Yang opened the medical bag with trembling hands, took out the cotton swab inside, sat on the ground, and began to pick up his ears, bringing out some sand.

Yu Yang was in the opposite basement just now, and when he was crawling through the passage, sand came in his ears from time to time, and Yu Yang hadn't had time to clean up the sand, so he carefully dug it out at this time and brought out a lot.

After cleaning the left ear, Yu Yang hurried to clean the right ear, and it took more than twenty minutes for Yu Yang to finally clean the two ears.

But there are still some worries in my heart that I haven't cleaned it thoroughly, so I took out my parallel goods, took out two cotton swabs and dipped them lightly, and cleaned them up again, this time it took more time and was more careful, and dozens of cotton swabs in the two medical bags were used up by Yu Yang, and they were all over the ground.

After thoroughly cleaning his ears twice, Yu Yang slowly stood up from the ground, picked up the canned food box that he had just thrown into the distance, stood next to the table in the basement, smashed it an iron bump, and listened carefully with his ears sideways, this time the sound he heard was louder than the previous two times, but Yu Yang still felt a little small.

Picking up his sniper rifle, Yu Yang took a dozen steps back, came to the corner of the wall, raised the gun, fired a shot at the opposite wall, and listened to the gunfire again.

Instead of leaning on the chamber of the gun, but in a standard shooting posture, the gunshot rang out, Yu Yang sat on the ground a little decadently, his ears seemed to have a real problem, and the sound he heard was completely different from his previous concept.