"No, how can I hide, I still have to look for my parents, I also promised Qin Hu, I ······"

For a moment I sat on the bed, sometimes irritable, sometimes pessimistic, and I don't know how long it took for me to hear the door open, and I broke free from the chaotic state of the demonic barrier.

"Why did you sit up?"

She frowned and strode towards me: "Look at you······"

I looked up at her, very calmly, I don't know why I was suddenly so calm, the chaotic brain suddenly cleared, back to a blank state, she was ready to count my words but I stopped a little surprised, but the frowning willow eyebrows did not disperse: "Why do you sweat so much?" The bandage also broke open. ”

I lowered my head, only to find that the bandages that bound me had begun to break and fall off, as if they had been broken by my force.

She gently lifted the quilt covering me, pushed the cart with medical bandages and some utensils to the bedside, and put on disinfectant gloves and masks: "I'll change your medicine." ”

"Okay."

I replied with a slight obtease.

She stretched out her hand with white gloves, her slender fingers gently twisted the end of the bandage, and gently took off the bandage one by one, and the bandage stuck to the wound, she used small tongs to clamp a cotton ball, gently wet it, apply it, and then ripped the bandage open, and asked me softly: "Does it hurt?" ”

Maybe I hadn't gotten used to her sudden gentleness, and I was dull for a moment before I reacted: "It's okay. ”

"Your wounds heal quickly." She looked up at me, "It will take at least three or four days for ordinary people to heal like you." ”

"Maybe it's my physical fitness." I responded.

"That's why you're playing with yourself so recklessly?" She glared at me, clamped the cotton ball stained with the liquid and pressed it on my wound, the wound in my abdomen stinged slightly, but I didn't make a sound, in fact, I should cooperate with her to pretend to scream that it hurts, to show that I am very interesting, so that the topic of the two sides can continue, let the friction between the souls that are somewhat estranged between each other heat up, and let the ambiguous and hormonal breath spread in this room filled with the smell of formalin, it seems that everything will be so natural. But there has to be a premise: if I were Zhou He.

I watched silently as she gently clamped the medical cotton ball with pliers and applied the liquid to the wound on my body, I promised her dad to take care of her, but how should I take care of her? If one day she knew that I was not Zhou He, but Xiao Qiang, she would have collapsed, right? I'm just a cockroach who tenaciously wants to let herself live well, it's a cockroach, not her Zhou Lang. Come to think of it, I should be able to guess how hysterical that image would be.

"What are you looking at?"

She stopped moving, and looked up at me slightly, and I could tell from her eyes that she was expecting my answer, and the answer she was looking forward to was nothing more than those two words: look at you.

"Oh, I'm in a daze, you go on." I smiled stiffly, a perfunctory smile, and a flash of disappointment flashed in her eyes, and she continued with her movements, but I could perceive that the originally gentle movements were beginning to vary in weight, and her heart was a little confused, as my heart was.

The atmosphere was quiet, she didn't say much, I didn't want to talk much, I let her apply the medicine on me, and although I was not used to being seen naked by a woman like this, I was very cooperative with her.

"Alright."

After she finished speaking, she took off her gloves and mask and pushed the cart away.

"What else do you need?" She asked me back.

"No need." I shook my head: "Thank you." ”

"Call me if there's something." With that, she turned off the light, then gently closed the door of the ward and left.

The room instantly fell into darkness, and I lay down, my mind calming down: "Star core, what kind of criminal will be here this time?" ”

Since it is coming, self-pity is nothing more than self-deception like an ostrich burying its head in the sand to avoid calamity.

"The host has no permissions, and the star core has also been blocked from permission, so it is impossible to get accurate information." Star Core's cold response made me a little helpless: "Permissions, what kind of permissions do you need to know this?" If you're coming, why don't you have permission to ask? Is this different from farting with your pants off? ”

"Please ask the host to raise their star level as soon as possible, so that the star core can get the corresponding permission to help the host."

The star core finally said something that comforted me, but it didn't make much difference from saying it or not saying it.

I began to develop fear and resistance to the dark environment, and as soon as I fell asleep, I would be awakened by nightmares, turning over and over, and I could only turn to the star core: "Is there any way to make me fall asleep as soon as possible?" ”

"Yes."

As soon as the voice of the star core fell, a strange sound sounded in my head, the sound was clear, like a gentle collision of gold and stones, like a strange language, the sound segment was high and low, my body seemed to lose contact with the brain, and my consciousness gradually dissipated and drowsy.

Boom!!!

Bang!!!

Da Da Da ·

I slept soundly this night, but the fly in the ointment was that I was awakened by the rapid sound of artillery fire outside the base.

Squeak!

There was a knock on the door, it seemed to be Qin Yan's, and then he heard footsteps and left the infirmary, and the door also slammed shut.

I reached out and turned on the switch of the bedside lamp, before dawn, the rapid sound of shells outside the base gave people a sense of panic, Qin Yan should also be there to help treat the injured soldiers, but I was a little uneasy.

I glanced at a brand new set of combat uniforms placed at the head of the bed, and my horn knife was placed next to my helmet, which should have been prepared by Qin Hu when he boarded the plane for me, and my horn knife was not thrown away.

I stretched and noticed that the pain was no longer intense, which meant that I was able to move on the ground. I should have been lying on the hospital bed and waiting for the transport plane to arrive and leave the base, but I got out of the hospital bed by surprise.

Although I was bandaged, it didn't get in the way of getting me dressed, although it was a little uncomfortable.

I pulled the military uniform, gently buckled the buckle of the helmet, inserted the horn knife into the military boots, picked up the document that proved my identity, opened it and looked at it, Zhou He on the photo had a light smile on the corner of his mouth, I couldn't see whether his smile on me was kind, closed the ID book, I put it in my chest pocket, and when I realized that I was still missing a standard rifle, I found that they did not place a gun for me. But I didn't care, I didn't realize what I was going to do, maybe I just wanted to go to the parapet.

Bang!!!

Boom!!!

Da Da Da ·

As I left the infirmary, the roaring gunshots and earth-shattering explosions blasted my eardrums, and I couldn't help but quicken my pace, even though I was pulling on the wound in my leg, and the pain nerves felt a wave of discomfort.

When I was still a hundred or two hundred meters away from the parapet wall of the base, I could see that the people in the makeshift shed were busy under the lights, including nurses and survivors who were helping. The empty field outside the shed was covered with a white cloth, which was glaring.

I stopped, my eyes fell on the white cloth and froze. Two··· Three··· Many, they, are soldiers who died in battle. I could see that their half-stretched hands were stiffly propping up the white cloth, that was the posture of their guns, and even most of them were still holding guns in their hands, they were trappers, they were all sacrificed in the light of the guards, some were even placed in the open space like that, it was too late to cover them with white cloths, most of their postures were very weird, some even held guns in their hands, but they lost the traces of their lives.

A group of soldiers carried the soldiers who died in battle, and the bodies of those soldiers who died in battle were all hard, and they were all killed in the light of the guards, and I hated why my eyesight was so good, and I could still see the young faces in the dark night, and their facial expressions were still in the moment before the sacrifice, or resolute, or frightened, or hideous, or angry. But they all held the gun tightly, and the index finger was on the trigger, and the gun could not be taken off without cutting their hands off.

My breathing was a little heavy, and I unconsciously clenched my fists. War! This is war. It's ridiculous that I was looking forward to the modern war that was about to begin. I realized that war is an abyss, an abyss that can be filled with life.

I suddenly became a little timid, I wanted to turn around and leave here, I shouldn't have come here, I was afraid that I would become one of those dead warriors, I was afraid······ That's a ridiculous reason. But why can't my feet move, why is my body not controlled by my thoughts? I'm not hot-headed, am I? I didn't! My heart was roaring, resisting.