Just now, the shovel monkey and Lao Feng and Yang Bangzi were in this dramatic battle, and there were four people in the team who were in their hearts, each with a small abacus in their stomachs, and a pair of eyes belonging to a woman slipped around on Yang Bangzi and Lao Feng's bodies, and in the dark, behind her, there were two pairs of eyes watching her.

The black light blindly can't see your feet clearly, and besides, the water is waist-deep, and your feet are mud! Stumbling to the ground, the big guys supported each other, struggling forward in the muddy soup, the shovel monkey and Lao Feng opened the way in front, and Yang Bangzi and several soldiers followed the political commissar Hong with rifles.

Turning left and right, the water under him is getting shallower and shallower, and the dirt slopes on both sides of the ditch are gradually narrowing, and the grass and trees that were still overhead just now were destroyed by the storm and rain were already in front of him.

When they were approaching the mouth of the ditch, the team stopped, and the shovel monkey told everyone to be silent, and he shrunk up to the mouth of the ditch, clearing away the weeds and branches. The wind outside was much lighter, and the rain had not stopped, and it was dark and foggy in all directions.

Shrinking his head, the shovel monkey whispered to Lao Feng, out of the ditch, through the slow slope of the grass on his right, and hid in the mound like a pile of steamed buns.

After speaking, the shovel monkey turned around and wanted to get out of the ditch, but Lao Feng grabbed him and motioned him to wait. Pulling out the gun in his waist, Feng Dayan jumped out of the ditch, lay down in the wild grass on the spot, and looked around carefully.

After confirming that there is no situation, he beckoned the shovel monkey to come out, and the players behind pulled out of the ditch one by one, and Yang Stick Zuihou came up, and he was very troubled, and a shoe was lost!

The team rushed towards the mound in the barren grass, Yang Bangzi and Lao Feng were not so anxious to pass, alternately retreating backwards, the two of them always had a strange feeling, the sense of urgency before the battle came, always pressed in their hearts.

These mounds are a bit interesting, looking haphazardly distributed on the wasteland, in fact, there are six hexagons on the periphery, and in the middle is the largest and tallest mound. The shovel monkey squatted on the mound in the middle, probing back and forth with his feet on the top of the slope.

As if he had found something, he squatted down and dug the soil with his hands, and after a few moments, he saw that he seemed to be pulling a round thing, pulling it up vigorously, and there was a muffled sound of "boom", and a hole suddenly appeared on the slope, which was pitch black and could not be seen at a glance.

There is an iron ring buried in the soil on the top of the slope, which has been rusted for a long time, and the shovel monkey sees that the hole in the slope is open, and slowly loosens the iron ring, and puts it as it is, and covers it with mud blocks and barley, and goes down to the mouth of the hole.

Yang Bangzi and Lao Feng were already squatting next to the entrance of the cave more than half a person high, and a muffled smell of rot and mold wafted out of the cave, looking into the cave, it was so dark that they couldn't see anything clearly.

The shovel monkey asked who had the fire fold, and Yang Bangzi and Lao Feng both took out the fire sickle, no, they were soaked in water and couldn't hit the sparks.

The fire sickles of the other team members are the same, and they can't be used when they are wet. It's useless to be anxious, the shovel monkey looked disappointed, and said that if there is no fire, he will have to wait for a while.

When he pulled the collar with his hand, the palm of his hand touched the bulging jacket pocket, and when he touched it, Yang Bangzi was happy and there was fire!

This is an oiled paper bag, which was given to him by the director of the Political Department, and the package order and two oceans, and then the foreign fire of the devil captured by the captain of the district squad let Yang stick wrap it in it, and I thought it would always be useful at the time, hey! It works a lot! The matches are not wet!

The shovel monkey pulled out of his crotch pants for a while, and felt for a fire fold as long as his fingers. Yang took out a foreign fire, dried the rough side of the fire sickle, pinched the match and struck, "Ah! A bright white flame came out!

Hurriedly covering it with their hands, the three of them squatted down and used their bodies to block the faint firelight. The shovel monkey's fire fold is okay, although the tide is a little bit, but it can be used, there is a little white smoke, and after shaking a few times, the red fire coals are burning brightly.

"Wait for me to come up again, you will come down again!" After the shovel monkey said this lightly, he picked two handfuls of mugwort leaves, stuffed them in his nostrils, and took a few pieces in his mouth, held the fire fold, squatted down, and entered the hole.

After a bag of cigarettes, Yang Stick and the others waited anxiously at the entrance of the cave, and when they saw that there was no movement inside, they said in their hearts that it wasn't this kid who shook us, let's run away by ourselves!

Lao Feng also touched the mugwort leaves, stuffed them into the nostrils and put them in his mouth like a shovel monkey, and was about to go down to the cave as soon as he went in.

First let the soldiers go down one by one with the wounded, and then arrange for the prisoners to enter the cave, Yang Bangzi let the shovel monkey in, and the shovel monkey smiled and said: "Captain, I zuihou enter, I don't run!" When Yang Bangzi heard this, his face turned red, and the cat bent down and flashed into the hole.

The shovel monkey looked at the rain that was still falling in the sky, looked around, bowed his head and entered the hole, and pounded three times in it, and the "bang" at the entrance of the cave made a muffled sound, and the hole more than half a person high did not know what was blocked.

At this time, apart from the sound of wind and rain, there was no longer a single figure to be seen, and no breath of people could be heard.

Qing Shui Dazuo in the ditch and the devils struggled in the muddy water, the devil's cowhide big-toed shoes stepped into the mud, this is called a pain, a foot can bring several pounds of mud balls, and finally stepped out, together with the feet, or mud balls with the shoes!

Qing Shui Dazuo was even more painful, he regretted not leading the troops on the ground to search on the ditch, just now his brain was hot, and he was the first to jump down the ditch, this is good, not to mention the stinky water on his body, the stagnant water in this muddy ditch almost poured into his mouth several times!

Finally, by the light of the flashlight, I saw a slope in front of me, and the soldiers dragged Qing Shui Dazuo up, and Qing Shui sat on the ground, took off his boots, and poured out a boot of mud soup.

A soldier exclaimed, jumped up, pointed his finger to the ground, and told Shimizu Daisa to come over quickly! Qing Shui jumped over barefoot, and under the white light of the flashlight, a large pool of blood on the ground soaked the soil, and the dark red clods of dirt were out of place with the surrounding soil in the light.

Qing Shui twisted a piece with his fingers, put it on the side of his nose and sniffed it, rubbed it with his hands, raised his head, shone a flashlight on the deep ditch in front of him, and loudly told the soldiers to hurry up and chase down the ditch! Turn around and put on your boots, tell the herald, notify the people above the ditch, and also speed up the pace and search to the other end of the ditch!

Qing Shui, they were excitedly like wild dogs smelling the smell of their prey in the mud soup, and they were like mud monkeys scurrying in the ditch, but at this time, Yang Stick and they were worried.

Crawling along the cave for more than ten meters, the eyes suddenly opened up, and a few lights were scattered around, what a big hole. I can't see how high the top of the black cave is, it seems that it has to be more than ten meters high, and there is no problem for a hundred and eighty people to sit in the circular hall, and there is a door hole on each side, and it is dark inside.

Although the air is still a little stuffy, the smell of rot that erupted from the cave just now is basically gone, and there is still a wisp of cool breeze blowing from nowhere, which is quite useful.

Yang Bangzi was still standing there stupidly, looking up and down this hiding place in a novel way, and Lao Feng called out to him!

Political Commissar Hong is not in good condition! Unconscious, the wound on his head was still oozing blood, his face was hot and cold, and the soldier who had been shot in the lungs over there also began to be unconscious.

There are no hygienists and medicines, and Officer Jin, who knows a little about medical care, is also helpless, looking at Commissar Hong's pale face and trembling body, Yang stick rubs his hands dryly!

"Captain Yang, this can work." The shovel monkey didn't know when he was standing on the edge of the crowd, and interjected coldly.

Yang Bangzi turned his head, and through the faint light, he saw that the shovel monkey was holding a straw stick in his hand.

"What is this? See you soon! Yang pinched one with his hand and took a closer look. The gray-black leaves are connected to the rhizomes, and the palm-long hay trees, Yang Bangzixin said that this can save people?

"This is called a bundle of fairy ropes, we can't get out of this boundary, after crossing the Yangtze River, it will come out in the south." Yang Bangzi said in his heart that he had to know it, the herbs of the south.

"There is nothing unusual about the ordinary waterside depressions, and there is no medicinal power, you have to go into the deep mountains and old forests, and find the waterholes that do not see the sun all year round, and there are some uses."

Yang Stick turned over and looked at the straw stick, and said in his heart that there was nothing unusual about it.

"Can there be dark red veins on the grass stems? The root beard looks like a dragon, and the taproot is golden in the face of the light? An old voice rang out behind the crowd.

Yang Bangzi looked at it, he had the impression of this person, when he was arraigned, he was old, with a big white beard, and his waist and legs were quite tough, as if the crime was too much, and he couldn't remember it.

According to what the old man said, Yang Gongzi carefully looked at the light and understood, and there were faint blood-red veins on the stems, like human blood vessels. Looking at the light, the taproot really looks like a crooked dragon, with a faint layer of gold.

"This is called a dragon's blood vine, the rope is the name of the common people, specializing in treating excessive blood loss, especially gunshot wounds, in the past, bandits or something were brought on their bodies to save their lives! It's not much, it's not much! After the old man finished speaking, his eyes lit up and he stared at the herbs in Yang Bangzi's hand.

"Yes, the old man is right, it's for life-saving, we went down to Jiangnan to find it, I almost lost my life when I picked it, and there was a big snake watching it!" The more you talk about it, the more mysterious it becomes!

Yang Bangzi was not in the mood to listen to the story of the two of them singing and harmonizing, so he hurriedly asked how to use it, and the shovel monkey said that he took off the leaves and pounded them and applied them to the wound, and tied them tightly with a cloth strip to stop the bleeding, and the wound did not suppurate and fester.

Cut the rhizome into small sections, fry it with a simmer, feed it, don't shake the remaining medicine residue, and then boil, when the water cut out is colorless, then discard it, just use one at a time.

According to this method, Yang Bangzi hurriedly took out two bundles of immortal ropes, and asked Jin to follow the method to heal the injuries of Political Commissar Hong and another soldier.

Everything is used in this dirt cave! Earthen kangs, stone stoves, clay pottery and black porcelain bowls and pots, and dry firewood!

The wound was mashed with grass blades and applied, and sure enough, it no longer bled out. After a while, the medicinal soup was also fried, pried open his teeth, and poured it into the two of them, a bag of cigarettes, Commissar Hong's body no longer trembled, and his face was not hot and cold to the touch.

Seeing that the seriously injured had improved, Yang Bangzi breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to croak and croak, he saw the shovel monkey's face change, frowning with his ears sideways, as if he was distinguishing what was moving.

Yang Bangzi also listened sideways for a while, except for the whispers of the team members and the faint sound of wind and rain, there was nothing wrong with it.

"It's broken!" The shovel monkey whispered, raised his legs and ran to the door hole next to him!