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"you're awake."

Zhao Chenghu woke up faintly, opened his eyes, and found that his vision was blurred, his whole body was extremely heavy, and his head was dizzy. In a daze, he heard Wang Chengzhu's voice.

"Pillar···"

I blinked my eyes with some difficulty, and my vision gradually became clearer, but I still couldn't see my surroundings clearly, and the heaviness in my body did not lighten at all.

Although Hu Zi did not hurt his head, his long coma, three consecutive surgeries, and the fact that the anesthesia had not subsided at this time made his thinking slow. After a while, he asked intermittently:

"Where is...?"

"Hospital."

Wang Chengzhu replied.

"Hospital, headquarters hospital?"

Huzi spoke slowly:

"Captain, are they okay?"

Huzi, Zhao Chenghu is Li Yunlong's bodyguard, and he has often followed Li Yunlong to kill since the beginning when Li Yunlong took over the new regiment.

"They are safe and have retreated to Xingjia Village."

Zhuzhu replied.

"That's good."

Huzi closed his eyes again. Feeling the hunger in his belly and the dryness of his lips, he asked:

"Is there water? Is there anything to eat?"

"have."

Wang Chengzhu put down the book in his hand, glanced at the extra large green pepper and pork shredded rice with egg that he had eaten next to him, picked up a water glass, dipped a cotton swab in some water and applied it on Huzi's lips:

"It's only been two hours since your anesthesia ended. You can't eat or drink yet. Just wait a while."

"oh··"

After his dry lips were moistened, Huzi felt a little more comfortable and soon fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already six hours later.

At this time, it had been more than eight hours since the operation ended, and it was in the afternoon. When Huzi woke up this time, he felt much better, his vision was clear, his mind was no longer confused, and most of the heaviness in his body had disappeared.

"You kid is still alive!"

Seeing Wang Chengzhu on the side, Huzi was stunned and his eyes widened.

After Wang Chengzhu killed Bantian's headquarters, he jumped up happily, and then was shot twice. He was obviously already... As the regiment leader's guard, he was by his side at the time, and Zhuzi's blood spattered him all over.

"Hahaha···"

Wang Chengzhu laughed, put down the pencil and "Artillery and Artillery" in his hand, picked up the thermos box next to the table, and replied with a smile:

"How can labor and management die before all the little devils are killed?"

"Come, have something to eat."

With that said, Wang Chengzhu had already opened the insulated lunch box that the doctor had sent not long ago and fed Huzi steaming meat porridge.

"Meat porridge!"

He was already very hungry. When he took a mouthful of chef-level meat porridge, Huzi almost swallowed his tongue. After eating most of the bowl of lean meat porridge, he finally noticed the environment:

"Where is this?"

He has been to the headquarters and the headquarters hospital. There is absolutely no way that the hospital in his headquarters is so luxurious.

The luxury of materials in this room now, I guess, only the Japanese are so wealthy.

"here it is···"

Wang Chengzhu continued to feed Huzi the thin porridge and explained the reason.

“···”

"We are now located on the mountainside of a barren mountain. Judging from the terrain, it is also in the southeast of Shanxi."

"There are no people around. This hospital is camouflaged and very safe. Moreover, the structure of this hospital allows for rapid transfer."

It took a full ten minutes for Wang Chengzhu to explain the details of the matter. At this time, the whole bowl of lean meat porridge had entered Huzi's stomach.

"Boss Mo..."

Huzi said to himself, and then sighed:

"It's all thanks to Boss Mo that we can save our lives."

"really."

Wang Chengzhu nodded in agreement.

All the wounded in this hospital at this time are people who have entered the Palace of Hell with more than half of their body. Their survival is all thanks to Mo Fan.

"Come back to the team and fight the Japanese."

Wang Chengzhu looked at Huzi and said:

"This is the greatest thank you we can give."

"It's natural."

Huzi narrowed his eyes and killed Tengteng:

"Hmm."

"I didn't expect that the little devil would be able to survive because of his contribution. I must express my gratitude to him and send more devils to accompany him."

"Ha ha··"

Wang Chengzhu laughed, waved the "Artillery and Artillery" in his hand, and said:

"By the way, you still have more than two months before you can be discharged from the hospital. Come and learn artillery!"

"There is an artillery instructor here who is very good, and he is willing to teach us. He teaches very seriously and carefully. Many wounded people in our regiment are listening to his lectures."

Wang Chengzhu's tone was filled with respect from the bottom of his heart.

Obviously, the artillery instructors from the system have impressed Wang Chengzhu with their professional artillery knowledge and serious teaching attitude.

"artillery?"

"I?"

Huzi was stunned.

He used to be a regimental guard and didn't understand artillery at all.

"right."

Wang Chengzhu nodded:

"I finally discovered that if you want to play artillery well, you can't just rely on feeling. You need to master a lot of professional knowledge, and it can't be done by one person. It requires cooperation with each other."

"In our group, your cultural knowledge is one of the best. You can definitely do it."

"When the time comes, let's cooperate with each other on the battlefield and bombard the Japanese fiercely."

As Li Yunlong's guard, Zhao Chenghu studied cultural knowledge very seriously, and his knowledge level was among the best in the regiment. He could draw military maps and write documents.

Seeing that Huzi was still hesitating, Wang Chengzhu continued to persuade:

"This is a rare opportunity. There is no store like this after passing through this village. The instructors here are among the best in the world."

"Then let me give it a try."

Huzi was a little unsure.

But he thought that it would still take two and a half months for him to be discharged from the hospital. The regiment commander would definitely have to find another guard. Moreover, as Zhu Zhu said, the opportunity was rare, and his army was very short of artillery talents.

There is nothing wrong with learning some knowledge.

And, he also has a great desire to become an artilleryman.

Just at this time,

"Pillar!"

"Tiger!"

"Haha, you are still alive! You are really still alive."

Sun Desheng rushed in and looked at Huzi and Zhuzi. He was about to give Huzi a bear hug, but when he saw the bandage on Huzi's chest, he stopped abruptly. The joy on his face was like a flower.

Smiling extremely happily.

"Sun Desheng!"

Huzi and Zhuzhu also said hello, and they were overjoyed.
To be continued...