Zhan Zhizhan once ate the loss of rushing out of the cave and almost letting the Vietnamese monkey be captured alive, that is, he was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope, as if he hadn't heard Wei Daoyuan's words, he was thinking about how to confirm safety, and suddenly heard a chaotic sound of "sparse noise" running in the grass from the bushes on the left side of the cave entrance. Listening to the voice, I am afraid that there must be more than a dozen people coming. Zhan Zhizhan hurriedly put on his back the "78-style" backpack and prepared to forcibly rush out with Wei Daoyuan if necessary.

Closer, closer! More than a dozen figures appeared in the sparse jungle, and they were already less than forty meters away from Zhan Zhizhan. The muzzle of the "Bayi Bar" black hole in Zhan Zhizhan's hand was already firmly aimed at the person who came. Suddenly, Zhan Zhizhan found that the people in their hands were holding a 1964-style 7.62mm micro punch, and some of them turned around and fought back while running. The 1964 7.62mm micro punch was the standard for front-line scouts in southern Xinjiang, and there was no doubt that these dozen or so people were their own people. Zhan Zhizhan was originally prepared not to shoot as a last resort, but now he has changed his mind and is ready to help these dozen or so comrades-in-arms who don't know which unit they are.

Less than 100 meters away from these dozen scouts, there were Vietnamese monkey pursuers. The "Bayi Bar" and "Da Da Da" in Zhan Zhizhan's hand shot a short point, a Vietnamese monkey raised his hands and fell to the ground, and the remaining Vietnamese monkeys hurriedly lay down. More than a dozen scouts who had already rushed through the entrance of the cave immediately reacted when they heard the gunfire of the "Bayi Bar", and this was because there were comrades supporting them. One of the scouts turned around and shouted, "Comrade! We were from the reconnaissance platoon of the Seventh Frontier Regiment and were ordered to escort the bodies of martyrs Chen Yongfei, Qian Guang, and Yao Renming back to China. What unit are you from? ……”

When the scouts of the reconnaissance platoon of the 7th Frontier Regiment passed through the mouth of the cave, Zhan Zhizhan saw through the gap in the trees and found that there were three stretchers in their team. At first, he thought it was the wounded carried by his comrades in the reconnaissance platoon of the Seventh Frontier Regiment, but it turned out to be the remains of three brothers, "Buzzard Eagle", "Snake Eagle" and "Goshawk". Zhan Zhizhan's heart was hot, and "Da Da Da" was another short point shot, and after pressing the Vietnamese monkey to lie down again, he yelled: "You guys retreat!" I'm here to cover for you! ……”

"Thank you, comrade! See you at home! ......The scouts of the reconnaissance platoon of the 7th Frontier Regiment had a task on their hands and hurriedly evacuated.

"Sister Wei, let's lure the Vietnamese monkeys to the mountains and drag them down! Cover just now those comrades retreated! ......" Zhan Zhizhan said to Wei Daoyuan beside him.

"Good! ......Although Wei Daoyuan participated in the actual battle for the first time, he was not panicked at all. Her big eyes were wide and shining, as if she was glad to have the opportunity to be captured and humiliated.

Zhan Zhizhan and Wei Daoyuan fought and retreated, leading the Vietnamese monkeys to the mountain. Although Wei Daoyuan has no actual combat experience, he and Zhan Zhizhan are now learning and selling, and the "AK74" in his hand is actually very clear-eyed. Narrow grassy slopes, wild vines entwined with thorny bamboo, thorns crowded reeds. The military uniforms on Zhan Zhizhan and Wei Daoyuan were quickly drenched by the cold dew, and there were several bloody cuts on their faces, hands, and shoulders. Zhan Zhizhan was born with rough skin and thick meat, and he didn't feel anything about it, but he just bittered Wei Daoyuan. It was getting dark, and the two of them easily climbed halfway up the hill, only to see that there were fifty or sixty Vietnamese monkeys holding torches at the foot of the mountain. Zhan Zhizhan sat on the hillside, and the "Bayi Bar" in his hand was a short shot of "Da Da".

Fog gradually rose between the mountains and forests, and the Vietnamese monkeys that caught up gradually became unable to see clearly. Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of "squeak", and a Type 63 60mm pursuit gun shell from a Vietnamese monkey flew. The shell hit very accurately, and went straight to the positions of Zhan Zhizhan and Wei Daoyuan.

"Lie down! ......" Zhan Zhizhan shouted, turned over and threw Wei Daoyuan to the ground.

After the deafening explosion, a sharp pain came, and Zhan Zhizhan knew that he was injured. Wei Daoyuan pushed Zhan Zhizhan's body away, got up and nervously checked Zhan Zhizhan's injury, and found that although Zhan Zhizhan's injury was not serious, it was bleeding a lot.

"Sister Wei, let's go! It's dangerous, and the enemy will follow the footprints to find it. ......," Zhan Zhizhan said.

Wei Daoyuan ignored Zhan Zhizhan, untied Zhan Zhizhan's "Type 78" backpack and said: "'Camel', if you bleed again, you will die!" I am a doctor, you are now a wounded, you must obey my orders unconditionally and close your eyes! ……”

Wei Daoyuan said, took out the only first-aid kit in Zhan Zhizhan's "78-style" backpack, and began to stop Zhan Zhizhan's bleeding, carefully bandaging Zhan Zhizhan's wounds. Due to excessive blood loss, Zhan Zhizhan slowly fell into a semi-comatose state. He felt that Wei Daoyuan was wiping his face, but he was muttering in his heart: "Finish the calf!" Finish the calf! The first one was Aunt Ai Qing Ai who saved herself, and the second one was the 'Erhai Osprey' who saved herself, but Aunt Ai Qing was thousands of miles away in Harbin, and the 'Erhai Osprey' went to that world. Obediently boom, fried green onions in lard! Lao Tzu's longevity is over, and it is hopeless! ……”

Zhan Zhizhan's lips were chapped like desert, and his face was like a dry Gobi. He smacked his mouth vigorously and muttered, "Water ......"

Wei Daoyuan picked up Zhan Zhizhan's kettle when he heard the sound, shook it, and put it down in frustration. In a half-dazed state, Zhan Zhizhan felt Wei Daoyuan holding his head in his arms, twisting his body very anxiously, as if he was looking for something, he must be looking for water! Suddenly, Zhan Zhizhan felt a drop of water fall on his lips, and he instinctively wanted to stick out his tongue to lick it. Before Zhan Zhizhan could react, the moment his mouth opened slightly, he suddenly felt some warm water enter his mouth, making his mouth all over the place. Zhan Zhizhan swallowed it greedily: "Oh...... my god…… It's water! It's life-saving water! ……”

Perhaps it was the weakness after blood loss that Zhan Zhizhan's consciousness had not yet recovered, and he had not yet realized that there were many "dew flowers and cool purple grapes" in his mouth, and the sweet "grape juice" flowed into his mouth drop by drop, making his mouth, which was not yet dominated by his brain, suck hard. It's like a hungry baby in an unworldly infancy, greedily sucking its mother's luscious milk.

The story of "Yimeng Hongsao" using milk to revive the wounded of the Eighth Route Army who had lost too much blood and were dying was written into the short story "Hongsao" by Liu Zhixia, and then compiled into the Peking Opera "Hongyungang" and the dance drama "Yimeng Song", which then spread throughout the country and became a household name.

"Faint blue chest, the hair is even, and the fat is dark and fragrant. It seems to be Luo Luo green leaves, new weeping paulownia seeds, Yingying purple medicine, and a lotus room. Dou Xiaohanquan, the flowers turn over Ludi, and the two Wufeng are the most heartbroken. Add melancholy, with a touch of fine gown, that is, the red wall. Steal the jasper form. The strange melon character was deliberately hidden at the beginning, and Zhu Yan leaned on it, divided it in half, and Qiong Xiao was blown through, and the boundary was in the center. Take the amount of knife Gui, adjust it into a medicine wrap, and Ning Jiao'er will continue to lang. Merry sentences, let Tuntian Liuqi, once endowed with a crisp girl. The "grape juice" finally moistened the nerves in Zhan Zhizhan's brain, and he felt all the dried cells in his body expand. In a trance, Zhan Zhizhan seemed to have entered the story of Ming Deying, the "Yimeng Red Sister-in-law", told by Teacher Fang Biru Fang when he was in junior high school in his hometown, and used milk to revive the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army. Zhan Zhizhan suddenly felt inappropriate: "I didn't die, this is when I met the 'Southern Xinjiang Red Sister-in-law'." Listening to Teacher Fang, Zhuang Xinmin, a soldier of the Eighth Route Army who was rescued by 'Yimeng Hongsao' Ming Deying, later recognized Ming Deying as his mother. But Wei Daoyuan, the 'Red Sister-in-law of Southern Xinjiang', is only five or six years older than herself, and she is called Wei Daoyuan's 'mother', so why did she see the 'Guardian'? ……”

Zhan Zhizhan understood that this was Wei Daoyuan who transcended the world and saved himself with luscious milk. Since the opening of the world in Pangu, countless poets have continued to write about the purest and purest milk, and they have not hesitated to praise this sweet milk for feeding life. The deeper meaning is not only a celebration of milk, but also a celebration of the mother who reproduces. There are tens of thousands of languages in the world, and the pronunciation varies, but the pronunciation of the word mom is extremely similar, this is not a coincidence, this is a common praise of great maternal love! There should be no war in this world, there should be harmony and fraternity. This great love made Zhan Zhizhan, who slowly regained consciousness and had no trace of evil thoughts, huge tears rolling down the corners of his eyes.

"Oh my god! …… Why are you a seven-foot-tall old man still crying and wiping away tears! ......" Zhan Zhizhan opened his eyes and looked over, only to see Wei Daoyuan's flushed face, and his shy expression was so moving and charming. The pretty face full of gunpowder smoke smiled sweetly, and gradually, the gunpowder smoke slowly faded, giving birth to a sacred aura, and became the Guanyin Bodhisattva who saved the suffering and saved the Nan Wu Nanhai Avalokitesvara.

Zhan Zhizhan has had great respect for Wei Daoyuan since then, regarded her as his own sister, and treated Wei Daoyuan respectfully throughout his life.

"'Camel', it's getting dark, where are we going? ......" Wei Daoyuan saw that Zhan Zhizhan woke up, she was still holding Zhan Zhizhan's head, but she looked very shy. Wei Daoyuan's gaze wandered, and he didn't dare to look directly at Zhan Zhizhan.

"Oh......" Zhan Zhizhan suddenly felt that lying in Wei Daoyuan's arms again was not a gentleman's doing, "a gentleman is cautious". Zhan Zhizhan struggled to sit up, but suddenly found something hard and slammed his head, Zhan Zhizhan looked down and saw that it was his two "Type 67" wooden-handled grenades that had been unscrewed.

"Humph! Even if the Vietnamese monkey had a big life, he didn't dare to catch up with the mountain. Otherwise, hehe...... Now that you're awake, I'm not afraid of anything! ......" Wei Daoyuan saw that Zhan Zhizhan had found the grenade, and naturally understood that it was used by him at the last moment to die with the Vietnamese monkeys. Wei Daoyuan's hair was scattered, and his face full of gunsmoke was full of joy.

"Oh...... Wei...... Ah, sister, you're so brave! However, it is dangerous to hold a grenade, so don't do it in the future! ......" I don't know why, Zhan Zhizhan simply removed Wei Daoyuan's surname "Wei" and called him "sister" directly.

"Humph! You white-eyed wolf, just say I'm a tiger, it's over! ......" Wei Daoyuan suddenly started a fire inexplicably, she glared fiercely at the cover of the grenade that was being screwed on, looked at her Zhan Zhizhan blankly, and said, "You were just so seriously injured, why did you let me scratch the bar alone?" ……”

Zhan Zhizhan was moved in his heart, but he still changed the topic: "Hmm...... These Vietnamese monkeys designated it as the fearless revolutionary heroism of their sister, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to catch up with the mountain like a mouse seeing a cat. ……”

Although Zhan Zhizhan said this, he estimated that after the Vietnamese monkeys fired a few shots, they saw that the gunfire on the mountain stopped, and thought that he and Wei Daoyuan were killed. In addition, there was fog on the mountain, and it was not easy to search, so I hurriedly chased after the dozen or so scouts of the reconnaissance platoon of the Seventh Frontier Regiment. The dozen or so comrades-in-arms of the reconnaissance platoon of the Seventh Frontier Regiment carried the remains of the three martyrs of the "Buzzard", the "Snake Eagle" and the "Goshawk".

Zhan Zhizhan thought of this, and said to Wei Daoyuan with a smile: "Sister, the task of covering our comrades has not been completed yet, and we still have to chase those Vietnamese monkeys!" ……”

"Wow! Catch up with those Vietnamese monkeys and grab their monkey tails! ......" In Wei Daoyuan's mind, Zhan Zhizhan is already a god-like existence. With Zhan Zhizhan by her side, she not only felt safe, but also brave.

Seeing that Zhan Zhizhan took out the "ZBZ-80-style" compass and map, and was confirming the direction, Wei Daoyuan didn't know where to get the strength, so he rushed to carry Zhan Zhizhan's "78-style" backpack to his body, and reached out and put the "Bayi bar" around his neck.

Zhan Zhizhan really didn't want to go, grabbed his "Bayi bar", and said: "Sister, I'm a big man, how can I let a female comrade carry the equipment for me!" You're hit with an AK74 on your back! ……”