The blade was embedded in the ground, and when it slashed in, there was some fire. And when I cut off her right hand, the woman was stunned for a moment, and she didn't even cry, but she quickly reacted, and began to scream and scream while holding her blood-spurting hand. The terrible voice came out in the night, and it was particularly frightening.

The anger in my heart had not subsided, and I picked up the depleted gun from the ground while I still had no regrets, because I was afraid that the woman still had a spare magazine. I walked over to the staggering men on the side with my knife, I will not kill them, but I must leave a memorial for these people, so that they know that anyone is capable of doing evil things, and if you do it, you must pay for it. As I walked, I shook the blood from the knife, and the group of people saw what I had done to Di Baotian and the woman before, and knew that I would not show mercy this time, and began to beg for mercy.

I approached step by step, and just as I was about to slash each of the people in this group on the shoulder, a weak voice came from behind me: Brother Shankong, forget it...

All the sins I did before were actually seen by Da Mao. Da Mao supported himself to say these six words with difficulty, but it suddenly awakened my reason. So I stood still, looked at the men who were crying in front of me, and suddenly thought to myself that these people were just lackeys, and even if I really killed them, it would not mean much, but I definitely couldn't just let them go. So I took the knife and pointed at one of them and said, "You take off all their clothes, tie everyone up behind their backs, and then I'll tie you up."

After saying that, I sat down on the ground with a pop, and I didn't care if the posture at that time would be ugly, I was already exhausted after all the tossing and turning tonight, and I didn't bother to care about it. Then I removed the soldiers and horses that bound this group of men, and after this scene, I guess these people did not dare to run away, and sure enough, when I removed the soldiers and horses, each of them knelt in front of me in a proper manner, trembling, and took the initiative to take off their clothes.

Soon the man I ordered tied everyone up while crying, then took off his clothes and handed them to me, and then obediently put his hands behind his back, and then asked me to tie him up. I put the soldiers and horses on guard in case anyone escapes. He was wounded in the leg and didn't have a gun on him, so even if he ran away, I could easily catch him. The woman had a broken hand, and she was still crying and calling her father and mother, and I didn't bother to care about her. So I went back to the side of Di Baotian, thinking in my heart that it would be a while before dawn, the hospital is estimated to be in the county seat and the county seat is not close to here, if I help Da Mao to go to the hospital, I am afraid that Da Mao will die of his injuries before he arrives, not to mention that these people may flee after seeing me leave, then my previous efforts and the sins I have created will be wasted.

I lifted Da Mao's neck and let his head rest on my thigh, the bullet hole in my chest was no longer gushing blood as it had been at the beginning, but when I tore open Da Mao's clothes, I found that a large piece of swelling around the bullet hole looked like it was infected and inflamed.

My father was a soldier, and when he was a child, he often told me about the anti-Japanese battlefield, and he once told me that when his comrades were shot on the battlefield, unless they died on the spot, there was still a way to save them. It depends on where the bullet hits, and one of the most important points is whether the bullet has penetrated the body. Relatively speaking, if the bullet penetrates the body, it is a pure gunshot wound, there is no bullet residue in the body, and it is relatively easy to do, but if the bullet does not penetrate after hitting the body, the bullet will form inflammation in the body, and then infect, so it is very easy to die.

So I gently lifted Da Mao's body, reached behind him and touched it, and found that there were no bullet holes on his back, which meant that the bullet that hit him was still in his body. The son of a soldier, I know how powerful it is to go on like this, I have to take out the bullets from his body for him, so that Da Mao can be supported in the hospital. But this place looks like an abandoned school, and the things in the house are all things that they have only brought in when they came here, and the medical equipment must not be there, and even if there is, I don't know what to do with it.

Just when I didn't know what to do, Da Mao weakly pointed to the scimitar in my hand, and then pointed to the wound on his chest, but he couldn't say a word, his lips turned white, and his face became ugly. I understood what he meant, Da Mao wanted me to cut the bullet hole with a knife to find the bullet. I felt a little hairy, but I couldn't do anything else at the time. Since they had accompanied their master Lin Qishan and Qin Bukong to the hospital at different times for surgery, they knew that before the operation, they had to be given anesthetics, because it was possible that people would not be able to stand the pain, but now there are farmland around me except farmland, where can I go to find anesthetics.

Da Mao weakly opened his mouth slightly and said, don't worry, do it, maybe it hurts too much, I faint, but it doesn't hurt. Da Mao is not a fool, he also knows that if he leaves this matter to me at this moment, it is actually a rather unreliable and unsafe behavior, but he has no choice, at this moment he chooses to believe me, and everything is left to me to deal with.

Da Mao blocked this shot for me in order to save me, and the previous complaints against him have long since disappeared. So I gently lowered his head and asked him to wait for me to find something. With that, I rushed into the room where I had been holding us, and the man I had knocked unconscious had already woken up, and I guess he had not only woken up but also heard what had happened outside, and when he saw me rushing in, his face was full of horror. I didn't bother to talk to him, but rummaged through the boxes and cabinets by the bed where I slept before, and finally I found a folding fruit knife and a bottle of old white dry.

I went out with a knife and wine, and lit a fire on the side of Da Mao, because I knew that it is easy for people to lose heat from their bodies under heavy blows, otherwise why would the dead be cold? This fire is to keep him warm, and I also need to use fire and wine to disinfect the knife.

Of course, I can't use my Miao Wu scimitar to open Da Mao's mouth, because that knife is too big to handle. So I poured some old white dry on the folding fruit knife, and then put it on the fire to burn it to sterilize, and then I asked Da Mao Are you ready? Da Mao couldn't even open his eyes, but he hadn't lost consciousness, he nodded weakly, and then clenched his teeth tightly.

My heart was racing because it was the first time I had done anything like this, and I hadn't done anything like this before. So I was ruthless, poured help near the gunshot wound on Da Mao's body, and then put the tip of the knife into the bullet hole, and with a slight force, cut the wound open, and stretched it out.

Although I have never experienced such severe pain, judging from Da Mao's hideous expression, the degree of pain is unbearable. Da Mao's eyes, which were originally closed because of the loss of strength, were now wide open, and the eyeballs were about to burst out, and under the reflection of the firelight, the eyeballs were all blood-red. He gritted his teeth and endured, but opened his lips, and I saw that his teeth were clenched up and down, perhaps because they were too hard, squeezing out the blood in his gums. I couldn't bear to keep looking, thinking that I should concentrate on finding the bullet so that Da Mao could suffer less. So I used the knife to open the angle of the wound and looked inside, about an inch or so below the skin, and in the blur of blood, I saw something round and coppery.

It was a bullet, as if it had been embedded in deeper flesh. Now that the knife was being opened by me, I had no other tools to reach in and take the bullet out, especially when it was still embedded in the flesh, which was as difficult as pulling a nail out of a hard tree with my bare hands. I didn't know what to do all of a sudden, looking around, the silly girl was happily eating candy, she definitely couldn't count on anything, Di Baotian was probably the person who knew how to heal the most in the audience, but he was unconscious because of my blow, the woman was still screaming and crying, even if her hand was not broken, I didn't feel comfortable letting her help, Jia Ma Dan had disappeared since we were exposed just now.

In a panic, Da Mao suddenly reached out and grabbed my shoulder, the expression on his face was very painful, beads of sweat appeared on his whole face, and he only said one word to me with great difficulty, hand! I think he meant that I just want to reach in and get the bullet out. At present, Da Mao's wound has been stretched by me to accommodate more than two fingers wide, so I was ruthless, drenched some old white dry on my hand, gritted my teeth and put my index finger and thumb together, and stretched into Da Mao's wound.

This time, Da Mao couldn't hold back any longer, he roared loudly like a wounded beast, and his feet kept shaking as if they were convulsive. I was afraid that he would prop up and tear the wound or let the bullet sink deeper, so I stretched out my knee and knelt on his knee, pressing the big hair with the weight of my body, and I began to search for his wound with my fingers, and soon I felt the bullet, not only the bullet, but also the ribs in his chest.

I was very scared, but I also knew that this was not the time to be afraid, so I tried to calm myself down, and I grabbed the nails of my two fingers against the edge of the bullet at the right angle, and then slowly pulled it out while spiraling back and forth.

Da Mao screamed fiercely, the degree of pain can be imagined, and when I took out the bullet little by little, his screaming stopped, and Da Mao fainted in pain.