The prisoners of war who had gone to work set off, and the prison hall of more than 30 people suddenly became quiet, which made people more or less unaccustomed.

Although the meal is still a cornmeal batter nest now, one per person has become two, and the amount is doubled if it is not too full.

The wounded and sick were also given dressing changes by doctors, and they could take medicine even when they were sick, and everything seemed to be normal. Liang Guochengjue's cough did not lessen at all, and when he coughed, he always shook violently and gave him a headache; Especially at night, the cough is more painful, and for fear of affecting his rest, he always covers his head with a blanket and coughs.

The injury did not improve at all, and the gauze that was changed every time the dressing was changed was always with thick blood; The fever has not been good, I always take a fever-reducing tablet and do not have a fever for a while, and after a few hours I started to have a fever again.

He sat up slowly and took the pill that he had placed beside him. He knew that his muscles would atrophy when he was lying down, and he didn't want to be a waster.

He reached out and grabbed Company Commander Zhang's crutch with a fork, and slowly stood up with one hand against the wall. To say that the injury on his back and legs can be endured, he can't bear the pain on his waist.

He really couldn't straighten up because of the pain in his back, but fortunately, the crutch that Company Commander Zhang found for him was a tree pole with two forks on it, which could hold one arm, and although he was bent over, he could stand up, otherwise he could only lie down.

He limped with crutches on one hand and against the wall with the other, and was already sweating profusely when he reached the door of the cell.

Standing at the door of the cell with a sunny outside, fresh air and a damp and musty smell in the cell; It makes people feel like yin and yang.

He slowly stepped out of the cell door, greedily taking a few breaths of fresh air, feeling that every puff he could pour from head to toe, and his spirit was shocked.

In the middle of the camp, there is a stream that flows down from the mountain, and it is the only source of water here. The upper reaches of the creek are used for food and drinking, and the lower reaches are used for washing.

The prisoner of war camp was built here, probably because of the water. Liang Guocheng moved like a stream step by step, and every step of the wound hurt as if someone was digging flesh on his body.

When he came to the stream, he used the water as a mirror to look at his face. He saw a face full of eyelid scars, deformed features, and a swollen head like a willow shrub.

His heart was sad, his nose was sore, and his tears fell into the stream. It is said that after being captured, he was determined to see death as his home, but the survival instinct of man appeared in his mind several times to escape the illusion.

Not to mention that there is no time to escape now, it is my deformed eyelid now, even if I can escape in the future, how to see my parents and how to see Xiaoyu.

Thinking of Xiaoyu, his heart hurt like a pinprick, Xiaoyu gave up the opportunity to work in a big city in China, regardless of his thin physique, and resolutely risked his life to come to war-torn North Korea.

Because he was on a mission, he regretted not seeing it. But if you don't seize this opportunity, it may be their farewell.

Thinking that he might die in a prisoner of war camp made me feel an unspeakable grievance. This is an eternal shame for the backbone of the soldiers!

A soldier would rather die in the face of the enemy on the battlefield than live in a prisoner of war camp! Liang Guocheng didn't want others to see that his eyes were red and swollen, so he washed his face with stream water with both hands, and the face seemed to be stirred by the cold landscape, which was a stinging pain, and he shivered in pain!

He supported the stream with his hands, trying to bend down to drink the stream, and as soon as he bent over, beads of sweat immediately oozed from his painful forehead.

In the past few days, although the enemy doctor has changed the dressing for the wound, he has also delivered pills for four or five hours. He felt that the pain had not lessened, nor had his cough improved; The fever can also be reduced by taking medicine, and it boils again after the effect of the medicine.

He did not suspect that the doctor did not care to treat him, the doctor changed the dressing, cleaned the wound, applied the medicine, and bandaged it, although he could not see it, he could feel the doctor's dedication.

But he didn't know that the two serious injuries had not been operated on, and the inside was inflamed and ulcerated, and he couldn't change the dressing outside.

A soldier with long yellow hair passed by, and when he saw that he could not reach water, he felt compassion; Take the military kettle from his belt and give him water.

Liang Guocheng felt quite suddenly, the soldier saw him hesitating, smiled and took a sip of himself, and then invited him to drink, and he thanked him gratefully in English.

Maybe it's been out for a long time. He felt that he was starting to have a fever again, his body trembled slightly, and the pain all over his body was unbearable!

He had difficulty walking his legs, and every small step he took took had to take a few breaths. When he entered the prison cell, he was already sweating profusely, and his chest was soaked with sweat from the front and back.

He lay down in his place, feeling a chill all over his body, and his chest was suffocated; I couldn't breathe, and my head was a little foggy, which was caused by a high fever.

He was worried that he was asleep, and he knew that if he was seriously injured like him, he fell asleep with a high fever; You may never wake up.

He can't just die, he has to live to have hope of returning to the motherland! There are also parents who need him to support, Xiaoyu is still waiting for him to come home, and he will never forget his promise to her,

"Come back alive!" He tried to get up and go outside to ask the doctor for medicine, but he held on to the wall and endured the pain, but before he could stand up straight, his legs went weak and he fell.

The instinct to survive prompted him to crawl out the door, because one leg was injured, and he could only support the back leg with two arms in the front.

It was easy to climb to the door, and he felt as tired as if he had walked hundreds of miles. He no longer had the strength to take a step forward, his head resting on the threshold and his hand outside the threshold, his eyes closed and he fainted.

At this time, new prisoners of war were brought in from outside the prisoner of war camp. They were dirty, their clothes were a little too tattered, and they didn't look like the prisoners on the battlefield; It seems that many people have finished a group fight, which is much more ruthless than the battlefield.

Some of the clothes seemed to be torn on purpose, and it was impossible to see the military uniform of that country. They were tired, procrastinating, weak, and the ones in front had already sat down, and those behind had not yet entered the camp.

The guards took a field pail and beat the stream and placed it in the middle of the crowd. They seemed to be thirsty, and scrambled to grab the poke of water, and several people around the bucket wanted to pull the bucket to themselves a little; I was able to drink it myself, but the bucket I dragged swayed back and forth, and it spilled on the ground more than anyone else drank.

There was chaos at the scene in order to grab the water and stab the guards, and no one could hear them. A few guards with guns walked into the chaotic crowd and smashed a few people to stop the chaos.

It may be that the commander deliberately stalled for time, and did not give them a cell until the returning of the working prisoners of war.

Company Commander Zhang's prison was divided into fifteen people, and he accepted the reality without any expression on his face, but there were so many more people in the prison at once, and it was crowded to sleep at night.

These people followed Company Commander Zhang and his party to the prison house, they seemed to be the kind of people who knew each other well, giggling and laughing like old friends, and after three sentences, they inquired about the people there, who was in the family, and what the family was.

In fact, the prisoners of war in the prisoner of war camp did not trust each other, and even for people like Company Commander Zhang, who thought about others everywhere, the prisoners of war had room for trust.

What's more, they were only assigned to a prison cell, and they inquired before they entered the house, which increased their distrust of them.

It's just that the Chinese people who speak Chinese are all prisoners of war who are sympathetic to the same disease, and they don't show any special hatred, but just deal with it haha.

When I arrived at the door of the prison cell, I saw Liang Guocheng crawling on the threshold and still hadn't woken up. They showed special enthusiasm and rushed up to carry him to sleep.

Rubbing his head and legs, Liang Guocheng slowly breathed a sigh of relief and woke up from the coma.

He opened his eyes and was a little dazed to see so many unfamiliar faces; Although he could feel that these people had woken him up, out of the sensitivity of prisoners of war abroad, he looked around and wanted to find Company Commander Zhang to ask for an explanation.

There also seems to be a head among the new prisoners of war, and they call him Lao Li, who is full of southerners. Tall, dark, skinny, and spoke broken Mandarin; Pointing fingers at their new prisoners of war, they were also very obedient and allowed him to call and drink.

It has been Company Commander Zhang who has been taking care of Liang Guocheng for a few days, and now the new prisoners of war occupy the position of main care.

Liang Guocheng surrounded them in the middle, squeezing Company Commander Zhang and them out of the circle, staring dryly and not being able to speak.