Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Do you just watch your brother be that heroic comrade, in order to avoid being exposed and not implicate other comrades in sacrifice, but be burned to death by this raging fire?

If such a scene is vividly asked to be watched by one's brothers and living people, it will be thousands of times more painful than cutting out one's heart with a knife!

Han Feng's nails on the palm of his hand had penetrated into the flesh.

He can't wait to jump up now, pick up his submachine gun and fight the Japanese army on the opposite side.

But reason told him that he was responsible for the lives of more than a dozen brothers in this line.

The fire continued to spread.

Zhuangzi's sideways face was clearly reflected in Han Feng's eyes by the firelight.

His face was almost distorted, and the scorched flesh that permeated the air had even reached Han Feng's nostrils, but the corners of Zhuangzi's mouth forced a smile at Han Feng, showing no regrets, Laugh bravely.

At the arm of the stake, the drenched clothes had been dried at this moment, and then they could no longer resist the heat of the flames, and began to burn. The next step would be to burn his body, and his whole body would be engulfed by the flames .

But Zhuang just endured all this pain without saying a word.

Just like in the special training not long ago, when Zhuangzi's willpower was tested, Han Feng was also amazed and impressed by it.

This soldier is amazing. He has a steel-like will and the determination to die for the revolution without regret.

But now, he did it, right in front of Han Feng, right in front of all the soldiers.

Zhuangzi endured this boundless pain, and he wanted to save the lives of the entire team with his own sacrifice.

Tears rolled down from Han Feng's eyes, he was crying silently, his heart was already crying blood.

At this time, the other soldiers also realized what had happened, and there were tears in their eyes.

Time passed extremely slowly at this moment, mixed with endless pain.

... Not far away, when his subordinates asked whether they were continuing to drop a few incendiary bombs, Harano Jiro waved his hands disapprovingly and said:

"This sand is not that big. If the enemy is hiding on it, the burning flames will definitely affect them at this moment, but there is still no movement in the whole sand, which means that there is no enemy. Let's go and continue to flee. pursued by the rebels."

"Hi!"

Haruno Jiro withdrew his eyes from the flames ignited in the sand not far away, and led the team to quickly pursue Xu Changfu and his party who were fleeing.

"Let's go, Captain, the devil is gone, we are saved." Zhu Guoshou wept with joy.

"Stake, pile—" Han Feng growled.

The stake doesn't respond at all.

With tears still welling up in his eyes, Han Feng threw himself on Zhuangzi's side like crazy, threw himself on Zhuangzi's body, hugged his body, and jumped into the lake.

On the eve of jumping, Han Feng felt the scorching heat from his hands. Just this was already unbearable. I can't even imagine...

"Swim over and prepare to evacuate—" Xu Zilin ordered hastily.

A group of people didn't delay any longer, leaving behind the fire that soared into the sky on the sand, jumped into the lake, and swam towards the shore with all their strength.

Han Feng was the first to arrive at the shore with the unresponsive pile, and hurried ashore, Han Feng hurriedly laid the pile down and put it away.

Feel for the pulse, luckily... the pulse is only a little weak. It seems that Zhuang was burned just now, and suddenly he was hugged by Han Feng and jumped into the water.

"Old Han, what happened to the stake?"

"Brother Zhuangzi."

Han Feng waved his hand, grinned with tears in his eyes, and said, "It's okay, it's just that his arms and back were burned to a certain extent, and he passed out temporarily. He's too tired, let him have a good sleep!

It was a real loss just now.

The Japanese army's ambushes on Tupo have also withdrawn, brothers, we must seize the opportunity to evacuate. "

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931 The situation is worrying

……

On the top of an unknown mountain, there is a mountain spring in the forest. The snow has melted, and it is crystal clear.

It was almost dawn between Mercedes-Benz.

"The clothes have been burnt. The wound must be treated. There is no longer any delay. The clothes on the wound must be taken off. Once the dirt stays on the wound for too long, it will definitely cause infection to the wound. Prepare a clean coat. Fill the water bladder with mountain spring water, and give me the bayonet."

Han Feng took the sharp bayonet from Shi Xiaoquan, and cut a large round hole in Zhuang's burned right shoulder and several parts of his clothes on the back, exposing the terrible burn area.

Zhuangzi had already woken up leisurely at this time, and Han Feng accidentally touched the wound, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Head, I really didn't expect that you know medicine!"

Han Feng didn't raise his head and said: "You boy, you are really blessed and fateful. If the fire had been burned more vigorously at that time, you would have become a scorched skeleton now. I am some Emergency measures to deal with burns. After I expose your wound in a while, I will use a water bag filled with mountain spring water to flush your wound to wash away the oil on the wound and take away the burning heat. This process is not bad. It's less painful than when you were burned, you have to hold back."

"Hiss, leader, what... can we not deal with it?"

Han Feng was slightly taken aback, "What's wrong?"

Zhuangzi grinned, showing his white teeth, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid of pain!"

"..."

After the catastrophe, the mood was rarely relaxed after being tense. After hearing Zhuang Zi's words, the soldiers couldn't help laughing while covering their stomachs.

Zhu Guoshou teased: "Okay, brother Zhuangzi, don't pretend, if you are not afraid of pain, no one of us present can compare to you. Just now the fire burned on you, you just didn't move. My old Zhu is far inferior to your willpower."

"That's not it, look at the meaning of the post, even if the people burned him whole at that time, he would not say a word, what a fucking man."

Han Feng smiled, and the movements of his hands did not stop. The willpower of the stake was really not covered, but he just gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"I once heard about a comrade who was also on a mission. He and his comrades hid in some dry grass. It was autumn and the dry grass was flammable. The devil tentatively put some incendiary bombs into the grass. He just burned the grass where he was hiding, in order not to expose the target, for the whole, and for the final victory, he decided to sacrifice himself.

The fire burned to his body, as if a wild beast was biting his body alive, he suddenly felt a piercing pain, his whole body trembled, as if it was about to explode, the fire became more and more intense, and began to spread to his whole body , He seemed to have entered eighteen levels of hell. The extreme pain made his eyes red, his veins were bulging, and his nails were broken when he inserted his hands into the hard soil because he hit a stone, but he didn't know it.

...In the end, that team successfully avoided the detection of the Japanese army, and their team successfully completed the task, and the battle achieved a huge victory.

But that comrade was sacrificed forever, and his whole body was burned together with the raging fire.

When the battle finally started, his comrades were all crazy. The red eyes revealed the infinite hatred for the enemy and the great pain for the loss of that comrade. Everyone shouted to avenge him, Desperately fight against the enemy..."

After the story was told, Han Feng's work was also finished, and several bags of ice spring water were used to wash the wounds of the piles.

And this is exactly Han Feng's purpose. With this story to attract everyone's attention, Zhuangzi even forgot the pain. Until Han Feng cleaned his wound, he asked subconsciously: "Is this comrade really That's impressive, what's his name?"

"..." Of course, his name came to Han Feng's mind, but he hadn't joined the Volunteer Army at this time, so he couldn't bring it up to talk about it, so he laughed and said, "The hero has no name, and I don't know his name either. "