My somewhat bifurcated sound echoed through the air, and far below the stairs, Black Manro answered me with a roar, and besides, there was no sound around me.

My two eyes were also constantly searching the surroundings, but there was another person on my back, and my knees hurt so much that I couldn't use any strength, so I could only turn my neck to look around. I felt that even if there was a great danger at this moment, I was afraid that I would not be able to resist.

When I turned my gaze to the fat man, I noticed that he had turned his face to mine. He was a little above the stairs, and the light of the fire illuminated his face clearly, and I saw that his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, and the muscles on his face were twisted by fear, and his big eyes looked at me in horror.

"What's the situation?" The fat man asked me in a voice that couldn't be smaller.

I was stunned on the spot. You look like such a bear, and instead ask me what the situation is. But the fat man's frightened expression and suppressed voice could not be lowered, indicating that there was indeed something that frightened him.

I answered him in the same voice as little. "How do I know what's going on, what's wrong with you? What did you find? ”

The fat man rolled his big eyes, moved his big buttocks, pointed them at me, and said in a muffled voice: "It hurts me to death, I poked two shrapnel on my buttocks, and pulled them out for me." ”

The fat man rushed his ass into the flames, and I saw that there were really two grenade fragments poked on it, and blood poured out along the fragments, soaking the crotch of his pants. I suddenly had black lines on my forehead, and it turned out that the fat man was poked in the ass by shrapnel and trembled with pain. But looking at the wound made me worry again.

"Damn, don't cut the arteries. Why are you so careless, you have to pout your ass and get stabbed. ”

"Don't stand and talk without back pain, you kid is fast, get the Yankees to block the knife for you, if I don't pout my ass, can I use my head to block shrapnel?!" Hear me out. The fat man got excited. "Don't care if it doesn't bleed, pull out the shrapnel first, it's so painful that you can't stand up."

When I heard it, I also said that although it would be fatal to bleed, it would not die for the time being. But if you don't get up and run, you will be chased by Black Manro in the blink of an eye. This is an imminent danger.

I took a few steps forward with Jack on my back and pulled out two pieces of shrapnel that had been poked very deep.

The fat wolf howled twice, turned his head and asked me, "Is there anything to stop the bleeding?" ”

I didn't look at the fat man's face, I shook my head at his bleeding wounds. With such a blood loss method, I am afraid it will be difficult to insist on running to the platform at the top of the altar.

"That's it." The fat man bared his teeth and grabbed two bullets from his backpack, cut one bullet with a Hakka straight knife like a carrot, and handed me the bullet full of gunpowder. "Sprinkle the wounds."

"Will this stop the bleeding too?" I asked incredulously.

The fat man twisted his head, his face and ass at me at the same time. And the meat on it shook a few times at the same time. "A light on a fire will stop the bleeding."

When I heard this, my head was sweating. "Can it be done? Don't be crippled. ”

"It's no nonsense. It's better to be crippled than to die. Do it. ”

I gritted my teeth and put the lighter on the mixture of blood and gunpowder.

'Huh'

A cloud of light and smoke rolled in front of my eyes, a deafening howl nearly knocked me over, and then I actually smelled the smell of barbecue. After the light and smoke of the gunpowder dissipated, I saw that part of the fat man's fat ass was already cooked. But the bleeding really stopped.

It seems that it really hurts, and the flesh on the fat man's big ass is constantly shaking, including the cooked part.

"The other wound doesn't seem to have hurt the artery, so I don't need to burn it again."

As soon as the fat man heard this, he said. Wave your hand right away. "Then save it, brother."

We were only a little bit of a delay here. Below, the Black Manro rushed into the fire again, as if fearless, and swore to die with us.

"Can you go?" Glancing at the black manroe below, I quickly asked the fat man.

I can't carry two people up the stairs at the same time, in fact, with the weight of a fat man, he can crush me down with one person. If only he couldn't run up on his own. I'm afraid I'm going to cry goodbye to him.

The fat man stood up, bared his teeth, and said, "No problem." ”

I gave him a thumbs up. I really admire him, as long as he can't die for a while, don't want to hear the words of confession from his mouth.

The fat man gave me a smile that was worse than crying. "What about you, can you carry the Yankees? No, give me a back. ”

I shook my head. Not to mention that he is now, even when he is as good as ever, I can't give Jack to him, it's no different from throwing it here.

"Alright then, but quick, Black Manro is coming."

The fat man leaned over me as he spoke, glancing at Jack on my back. Then he turned around and laughed a few times.

As soon as I heard him laugh, I felt bad. When is this coming, it is not a good thing to make him laugh. Could it be Jack? I suddenly realized that Jack had been lying on my back for a long time and had not responded, and he was silent when I treated the fat man's wounds, and this was the best time for him to sarcastically hit the fat man.

No sooner had I removed Jack from my back than I heard him let out a staccato scream. That is true. "Ahhh

It's like having to divide one breath several times, and you can't exhale the breath out of your lungs at once.

At this time, the fat man turned around and said solemnly: "Good job, lay him flat and let the shrapnel on his back also be inserted." ”

I had my back to Jack, who was lying on his side on the ground when I unloaded him, and I hadn't had time to lay him flat. But when I heard the fat man's words, I instantly understood what was going on. No wonder the fat man envied me for carrying Jack on my back, it turned out that he also wanted to carry the Yankees, but he wanted to use Jack as a meat shield.

I really didn't think so. But I didn't think I could explain it, and when I turned to look at Jack, there was a resentment in his eyes.

Your sister, for the first time in my life, I saw this expression in the eyes of a gentleman. It makes me sick more than eating a fly. I don't mean to discriminate against homosexuals, but I can't stand it.

Jack turned sideways down, with a piece of shrapnel stuck under his ribs, which had been almost completely poked into the flesh under the pressure of his own weight, exposing a crescent-shaped side outside. The problem was that he still had several pieces of grenade fragments stuck in his back, and I didn't know whether to put him flat or stay that way.

For the fat man's pretending to be sanctimonious gloating, I have no other way but to curse. I didn't have time to hesitate, I didn't even have time to treat Jack's wounds, I was just a little stunned, and I picked up Jack again.

"Bear with me, there's no time to treat the wound at this moment. Let's talk about getting out alive. "I'll run up.

"I'm broken." The fat man volunteered. "I can see it clearly from this angle, and I can see it happily."

I turned my head to see the fat man looking at Jack on my back with contented eyes. It must have been the grenade fragment poked in Jack's back that made him mentally balanced. (To be continued......)