Early in the morning, Zhao Zhi asked Yan Shijun to blow the whistle, and called the guys who were still in the military blanket early. Metropolis. Several injuries in a row made Zhao Zhi, who was already thin, even more thin, even more thin, and his eyes were bloodshot, which was the result of staying up late. These days, Zhao Zhi was discussing the route with Edward and the others, and often slept late in the evening.

The guys in the advance battalion stood in a queue crookedly, but fortunately, Zhao Zhi was not very rigid about these things, and even Roger, who had always been harsh, had become much lazy after staying with Zhao Zhi for a long time. "The rich man brought us flour, let's eat dumplings today" Zhao Zhi said leisurely with his hands behind his back, not loud, but it was heard by all the people in the camp.

The "eating dumplings" camp is boiling, and dumplings have not been eaten since the war in Burma last year. They are all guys who fight with their lives in their hands, and they have long forgotten the fragrance of dumplings. "Goats and machetes lead the team, go hunt some wild things and come back, we can't eat vegetarian dumplings, that big confused and Zhao Yan came back with the female soldiers to find some wild vegetables or something" Zhao Zhi arranged work for almost everyone in the camp, except for himself, Yuan Qingqing and Linda. Even Edward's group of foreign soldiers were sent by Zhao Zhi to chop wood and fetch water.

For Zhao Zhi to protect Yuan Qingqing and them so blatantly, ordinary soldiers didn't dare to say anything. But the doglegs were unwilling, and the long-haired man, who had always complained about injustice, shouted, "Sir, why don't you do it?" We've done all the work, what are you doing? Zhao Zhi took a sip of his long hair, glared at his eyes and scolded, "You want to take care of Lao Tzu's affairs, you want to go to the room for a dog day, right?" The last time you blew up the cave, Lao Tzu hasn't settled accounts with you yet" Zhao Zhi's snatching made Changmao completely deflated, and he didn't know what to say.

"It's over, just your two moments and the little white face are still stiff, let's go, Lao Tzu will take you to chop wood" Lao Pao put his arms around Changmao's shoulders, squeezing his eyes at Zhao Zhi dirty, and his face showed an expression that I knew very well. "You also get out of the way for Lao Tzu" Seeing the expression on Lao Pao's face, Zhao Zhi was like eating a fly, kicked Lao Pao, and rolled with Lao Pao.

"Wang Ba Lizi, if you have a woman, you don't want us" The old cannon slapped the footprints on his buttocks, and walked away with the guy who cut down the tree. Actually, Lao Pao misunderstood Zhao Zhi, and Zhao Zhi kicked everyone out to ask Linda to change his dressing. The last time he was wounded in Ledo, he was not so good, and when he was in the cave, he was shot three more times, although they were all non-fatal ricochets. But under the treatment of Lang Zhong, an old military doctor, it was always not good, the wound on his back had suppurated, and Zhao Zhi, who was in pain, couldn't sleep at night, so he always pulled Edward to discuss things with them at night.

was about to leave for the plains, and Zhao Zhi didn't want to worry everyone because of his injury, so he got everyone out so that Linda could change his dressing. When the gauze was removed, Linda and Yuan Qingqing cried, not only suppuration, but the wound on Zhao Zhi's back had begun to fester. It is estimated that when Zhao Zhi was sitting on his back after being shot, the wound was stained with unclean things, and Lang Zhong did not find it when he cleaned the wound. "No, you can't inject anesthetic" Zhao Zhi stopped Linda, who was about to inject himself with anesthetic. The advance battalion had abundant supplies, but some scarce medicines were still insufficient, and these anesthetics were also obtained by the rich man through connections, and there was no anesthetic in the supplies distributed by the commander.

"It's just a small injury, no need to inject anesthetic" Carefully put the anesthetic into the medicine box, Zhao Zhi took a short wooden stick next to him and bit it in his mouth, waiting for Linda to cut off the rotten flesh on his wound with a scalpel. Linda's scalpel touched Zhao Zhi several times, but she didn't dare to do it, she just couldn't stop crying. In order to save a numb, this man actually had to carry it hard, and Linda didn't know what this not strong man was thinking.

"I'll come" Yuan Qingqing wiped away the tears on her face and took the scalpel in Linda's hand. Yuan Qingqing, who has seen life and death, is calmer than Linda, and naturally knows the reason why Zhao Zhi did this. The scalpel cut Zhao Zhi's body one by one, Linda wiped the blood with gauze from time to time, but Zhao Zhi, who was sitting on the bed, did not move at all, but the green tendons on his head were bursting and he was covered in sweat. 12 knives, Linda kept counting, and Yuan Qingqing cut a total of 12 knives to clean up the carrion on the wound.

Zhao Zhi, who was relieved, finally let go of his mouth, and the wooden stick was inlaid with two deep rows of tooth marks, which had almost been bitten off. Yuan Qingqing, who was also sweating, didn't bother to wipe the blood on her hands, picked up the scalpel and instrument tray and threw it out of the tent, she didn't want to see those things again, never wanted to see them. After Linda bandaged Zhao Zhi's wound, she wiped her sweat with clean gauze for Yuan Qingqing, who was almost prostrate, her eyes were full of concern.

The stubborn Zhao Zhi was wearing his own clothes, and he also commanded Yuan Qingqing and Linda in his mouth, "Don't tell anyone about the deterioration of my wounds, don't remember" Yuan Qingqing, who still had blood on his hands, suddenly broke out, and shouted hysterically at Zhao Zhi, "Why?" Why can't it be said? This battle is not for you to fight alone, if something happens to you, what will Linda and I do? What about so many people who follow you? ”

Zhao Zhi gently hugged Yuan Qingqing, who was crying bitterly, and rubbed her hair, "It's for you and everyone, you must not say it, otherwise the advance camp will be messed up" Zhao Zhi told Yuan Qingqing about the last time he discovered the military commander. As an officer, Yuan Qingqing has also heard of these things, so he is naturally no stranger to them, and he also knows the powerful relationships in them. Zhao Zhi, who used all his strength, finally made Yuan Qingqing and Linda laugh before everyone returned to the camp.

The goats have a great harvest, and there are a lot of wild things of all kinds, in the words of the rich man, as long as the meat is recovered. The female soldiers didn't have many wild vegetables, but the tree cutters did get a lot of mushrooms, which were just right for use. The cook's two kitchen knives flew up and down, chopping meat filling and wild vegetables, and he was very busy. The female soldiers naturally helped to burn the fire or something, and Roger and Lao Cannon each took a few guys and stripped naked to chop wood in the competition. The thick wood at the mouth of the bowl was chopped into wood with a few axes.

The rich man, who had always had a way, took Yan Shijun to the camp of the engineer regiment, got back a few oil drums, cut a few holes with an axe, and put a cauldron on it, which was a ready-made stove. Everything was ready, and everyone was huddled in the open space to make dumplings together. The female soldiers were better, the doglegs and the foreign soldiers were simply doing a disservice, pinching for a long time, and pinching some meat and vegetable dumplings, and there were dumplings there. Linda wrapped one by herself and chased it for Zhao Zhixian, but was forced to be a bun by Uncle Guo, and the angry Linda simply stopped doing it.

The water in the cauldron has boiled, the dumplings have also been cooked, and the doglegs are sitting around the oil drums, holding their lunch boxes in their hands, waiting for the dumplings to come out of the pot. Lao Pao squinted at the steamed bun that stretched out his neck, and stretched out his hand to reward a chestnut, "Look at the little bit of your dog day, wipe your saliva, it's the same as never eating dumplings" The steamed bun wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and stiffened his neck, "It's like you didn't drool, your clothes are wet, and you still say me"

Lao Pao looked down at his clothes in embarrassment, but found that the clothes that the steamed bun said were not wet at all, and when he looked up again, the steamed bun was already standing next to Zhao Zhi, so he had to suppress the fire and shouted at the cook who was watching the pot, "The steamed bun is for me, I helped him eat it" Lao Pao's words suddenly made everyone angry, they were all waiting to eat dumplings, why did he have to eat two portions. A lunch box was smashed over, and the poor old cannon was thrown out of the circle of people, so he had to squeeze Zhao Zhi's pot to them.

Zhao Zhi's side is rich, there are only a few people, Yuan Qingqing, Linda, Roger, Gouzi, Uncle Guo and Yan Shijun, and now there are more steamed buns and old cannons. Zhao Zhi personally took charge of the spoon, stirring the pot with a big horse spoon, and the snow-white dumplings flew up and down in the boiling water, which was very beautiful. "Queue, queue, the old cannon of the dog day, line up to the back" Zhao Zhi made a gesture to use a horse spoon to cut the old cannon in the queue. "Damn, inhuman guy" The old cannon grabbed the lunch box and obediently went to the back of the line. The man stood behind, but he kept standing on tiptoe, stretched his neck to look at the dumplings in the pot, and couldn't count them.

"20 per person, the woman comes first" The dumplings were cooked, Zhao Zhi first served dumplings to Yuan Qingqing and Linda, and then served them one by one, and when it was Lao Pao's turn, Zhao Zhi filled him with a full lunch box. There were almost no dumplings in the pot, and the old cannon walked away with his lunch box as if he didn't see it, and went to show off in other cauldrons. After stirring in the dumpling soup for a long time, Zhao Zhi fished up a few pieces of dough, which were estimated to be boiled dumpling skins. It's also a bite, add some dumpling soup, and Zhao Zhi's lunch box has half a box of noodle soup.

"Damn, the cook's craftsmanship is good, the taste is good, not bad" Zhao Zhi stood by the pot and drank the noodle soup, but his face was a look of tasting dumplings, and he kept praising the chef Wang Dabao. A lunch box was handed to Zhao Zhi, it was Linda, who was still not used to being intimate with Zhao Zhi in public, Linda's face flushed, and she stammered, "It was Qingqing who brought it, the two of us can't eat so much, this is for you" After speaking, Linda stuffed the lunch box into Zhao Zhi's arms, lowered her head and ran to the female soldier in a panic.

Yuan Qingqing gestured to Zhao Zhi from afar, signaling that it was Linda's idea to take the dumplings in the past, and asked Zhao Zhi to eat them quickly. There weren't many dumplings, only a dozen, steaming hot. Zhao Zhi picked one up and took a bite, incense, it is indeed incense, but what is even stronger is the friendship between Yuan Qingqing and Linda towards him. "Dog's day cook, why are these dumplings so salty, you take Lao Tzu to marinate the bacon and don't eat it" The angry old cannon poured the few remaining dumplings in his lunch box into Zhao Zhi's lunch box, scooped half of the dumpling soup in the lunch box, and drank it with a bang.

"It's salty, salty throat hurts" Uncle Guo walked to Zhao Zhi's side slowly, and also poured a few dumplings from the lunch box into Zhao Zhi's lunch box, drinking noodle soup with Lao Pao. "I said why is it so unpalatable, it turned out to be salty, the cook of the dog day, so much meat is wasted" There was still long hair on the corner of his mouth, and he gave a few dumplings to Zhao Zhi, and stood by the pot with great momentum and drank the noodle soup. The doglegs scolded the cook in turn, gave the dumplings to Zhao Zhi, and drank the noodle soup in a pile. Cook Wang Dabao took a bite of the dumplings suspiciously, tasted them for a long time, and shouted aggrievedly, "You bastards, it's salty there, isn't it good?" ”

The doglegs looked at each other and smiled, and shouted in unison, "It's salty" Linda, who was also puzzled with the recruits, asked Yuan Qingqing, looking at Zhao Zhi who was sitting stiffly, Yuan Qingqing's eyes were full of tenderness, and he said faintly, "When we were in the jungle at that time, for the sake of two roasted rabbits, Zhao Zhi deliberately scolded the cook very aggrieved, just to save a few mouthfuls of food for the brothers." If he eats a few bites, the brothers will be able to eat more" Looking at the puzzled Linda, Yuan Qingqing held back tears, "You don't understand, this is the brothers, these people will die for Zhao Zhi, Zhao Zhi is also willing to die for everyone, and he will never frown"

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