"How is Lao Sun's injury? It doesn't matter?"

After telling everyone to clean up within five minutes, they came to Sun Zhiping. Seeing Zhou Ping and two soldiers bandaging Sun Zhiping's wounds, Zhang Qingshan frowned and asked.

"It's okay, yes! It's really okay. Lao Sun has only two main wounds. The injury on his right shoulder is fine, and the bullets were pierced through." At this point, Zhou Ping paused and glanced at Zhang Qingshan. After Zhang Qingshan was puzzled by why he paused and looked at him, Zhou Ping pointed at Sun Zhiping's right leg, and the wound was: "This place on his thigh was scratched by a sabre, and the chop was not deep, but because it was a diagonal chop, the wound area was a bit large."

Speaking of this, he stopped again.

Do you think my eyes are used to vent my anger, but can't see it? Since the bullet is penetrated, as long as it is not damaged, there is no big problem. After the treatment, it will be better. Naturally, there is nothing to say. And the right thigh is tied so tightly by you with a cowhide belt, it is a little swollen. Do you really think I don't know this is a measure to prevent him from losing too much blood? Really, if you want to say it, what does it mean to keep talking like this? I think I have little trouble and I am not upset enough?

Zhang Qingshan glared at him fiercely.

Zhou Ping glanced at the side, and Zhang Qingshan immediately knew that he wanted to talk to him to avoid Sun Zhiping.

"Lao Zhou, what are you going to say?"

"Pharm! My captain, I'm not myrrh now. Lao Sun has already shed too much blood. If he keeps bleeding like this, he will lose blood and die of my captain. Hurry up and think of a solution."

Zhang Qingshan became angry when he heard this and said in a deep voice: "Are you allowed the medicine to be kept on the way? At this time, ask me the medicine? Lao Zhou, I tell you, I don't care whether you have medicine or not, I just ask you if you want someone. If Lao Sun has a good or bad luck, I will see if I don't."

Speaking of this, Zhang Qingshan's anger finally turned into depression: Without medicine, what's the use of threatening the other party? Can he still turn the other party into medicine?

Sighing, patted Zhou Ping next time, walked back to Sun Zhiping, but Zhou Ping frowned deeply, squatted down, regardless of donating blood all over his hands, and grabbed his head tightly, which seemed extremely painful: for soldiers, the most painful thing in the world is to watch his comrades die silently in front of him, but he can do nothing.

Looking at Sun Zhiping, but Sun Zhiping was looking at him and looked at him. Zhang Qingshan cried in his heart: It's bad! Old Sun guessed it.

It's right to think about it. Sun Zhiping is a veteran and must know about this kind of injury. Moreover, he and Zhou Ping avoided him and muttered beside him. It would be difficult for him to even think about it or not.

Zhang Qingshan wanted to use a smile to hide his inner pain and panic, but even Zhang Qingshan felt that the smile must be more ugly than crying.

Looking at Sun Zhiping's eyes dark, and his almost desperate eyes were revealed, Zhang Qingshan felt very heartbroken, his heart was filled with hatred for the horse bandits, but he could not do anything about it. Especially when he saw Lao Sun's next action, he was heartbroken and wanted to die for the other party.

"Captain, I have no hope. Please take him and walk out of the grass for me."

Zhang Qingshan didn't know how to comfort him. Unexpectedly, after the two looked at each other, Sun Zhiping actually spoke first. While saying that, he grabbed the military cap, and his face was calm. This was absolutely abnormal. Zhang Qingshan was so scared that he squatted down quickly and stopped him, and said seriously: "Old Sun, what are you doing? I was a little injured? What's the big deal? Look, I was injured before, but now I'm not all cured? I can do it, don't tell me, you, Sun Zhiping, can't do it. In that case, I will underestimate you."

In the Long March regulations: when comrades died, they would always entrust their people around to bring the five-cornered red star on his military cap out of the grass, which was a kind of spiritual sustenance and hope. Therefore, Zhang Qingshan stopped him in order to find hope in Sun Zhiping.

Zhang Qingshan also knew that although Sun Zhiping was generous in his daily life and was very precise in his work, he gave the command of the team to Zhang Qingshan without hesitation. However, Zhang Qingshan knew very well that Sun Zhiping had a sense of being inferior to himself. It was just because he was the company commander and had a reputation that he took the initiative to give in. It was precisely because of this that Zhang Qingshan used words to stimulate him.

"Forget it, I admit that I can't compare to you." Sun Zhi smiled calmly and said, "Captain, your assault is worthy of being an elite. Not to mention you, even the little ghost head's performance just now, even the ordinary little ghost head cannot compare to it. I am completely convinced."

"What do you do when you say this? If you really have the ability, you are a man. When you recover your injuries, we will compete with each other after half a year of training in our assault company."

However, Sun Zhiping smiled, shook his head slightly, and did not answer, but stretched out two fingers to Zhang Qingshan and clamped them: "Captain, come here."

Zhang Qingshan quickly lit a cigarette for him. Sun Zhiping took a breath, but coughed twice. Zhang Qingshan was about to step forward and press his hand to his chest to breathe, but suddenly it appeared that Sun Zhiping's wound on his right thigh was donated blood as he coughed.

Frowning, with the last trace of hope, he stood up and asked, "Who has hemostatic medicine?"

After everyone looked back, they lowered their heads and continued to look for something they could bring.

Seeing that no one answered, at this moment, Zhang Qingshan was not even as brave as looking at Sun Zhiping's eyes as he was afraid of seeing Sun Zhiping's desperate eyes. What a good comrade and what a brave comrade in the army, at this time, he had to watch him slowly leave and be powerless. This heartache and grief made Zhang Qingshan particularly angry.

"I have needles on my body, but I don't!" Zhou Ping stood up and wanted to say something, but when he said that, he suddenly slapped his thigh, then squatted down with a sigh, lit a cigarette, and started to smoke. This made Zhang Qingshan even more desperate.

However, just when Zhang Qingshan didn't know how to persuade Sun Zhiping and encourage him to live with hope, he suddenly heard a happy voice: "Brother! Big Brother! I found a big package with a lot of cans and medicine inside!"

When he heard Zhou Baoyu say that there were canned foods in it, he was really angry about Zhou Baoyu's ignorance. It's time for Lao Sun. You told me that there is a lot of food? It seems that I am really too spoiled with you. He turned around and didn't want Zhou Baoyu to see his anger. After all, Zhou Baoyu could find food at this time, and for the remaining comrades, there was greater hope for the next road. But when he heard the last three words, he was so excited that he turned his head before he could even turn his body. At that moment, Zhang Qingshan even heard a crisp "click" sound from his neck.

Zhou Baoyu came over with a large canvas pocket. He ran to Zhang Qingshan, opened the bag, and was about to reach in, but he suddenly glanced at Zhang Qingshan's face and looked angry. He was also clever and quickly lifted the bottom of his pocket and poured out everything in the canvas pocket.

After the muffled sound of the collision of the formation, Zhou Baoyu quickly grabbed a wooden box and handed it to Zhang Qingshan: "Brother, there are a lot of medicines here."

Before Zhang Qingshan could answer, Zhou Pingyi, who had already rushed over, snatched the wooden box, opened it and immediately smiled at Sun Zhiping, "Old Sun, you are lucky. I think you are dead today, but I never expected that at this time, you can find you first aid kit. It seems that you really shouldn't die."

"No! No! I can't do it anymore. Lao Zhou, don't use such precious medicine on me, but leave it to comrades who need it more."

"What stupid things are you saying? You are the only one of the wounded men in the team. If you don't give it to you, who will you give it to?" Zhou Pingyi waved his hand to stop him from tearing open the first aid kit, and ordered the two soldiers: "Come on! Hold him down with both hands so that this guy won't catch him randomly."

Zhang Qingshan saw that the big canvas and the wooden box looked familiar, and thought carefully, wasn’t this his big canvas pocket? Didn’t that big box be found on the battlefield of the Swallow’s Ambush? It contained some documents and several large grass tobacco and cigars that were drawn by him. Why have they turned into medicine now?

After looking at Sun Zhiping, he saw that he looked at Zhou Ping with embarrassment. He wanted to struggle but was afraid of wasting medicine. It was so exciting and exciting. Perhaps because he felt Zhang Qingshan's gaze, he turned his head to look at Zhang Qingshan, smiled embarrassedly, and was about to speak. Zhang Qingshan waved his hand directly: "Okay! Don't tell me about this. Logistics and other things are not my control."

After saying that, he pulled Zhou Baoyu away.

"Baoyu, honestly, how could there be medicine in this wooden box? Did you do it? And, how did you find that big canvas?"

Zhou Baoyu laughed and said the reason: Zhang Qingshan used to get things, and most of them were handed over, but he was also greedy. Sometimes he left a little bit to remember that after killing the group of bullying people in Wanxian, the people handed over everything else to him, but some cigarettes and fruits were detained by him, which shows how brave this guy was. He threw them directly to Zhou Baoyu and asked Zhou Baoyu to help hide them, such as cigarettes, wine, etc. Over time, Zhou Baoyu

I developed the habit of helping Zhang Qingshan hide things. When I saw Zhang Qingshan this time, I saw that he was injured, so he took the initiative to run to Zhou Ping, who was responsible for keeping the medicines, and helped Zhang Qingshan ask for medicines. But Zhang Qingshan felt that he was cured and he didn't need to live or die. Zhou Baoyu looked at it and thought: Just like you, a bandit, God knows when you will be injured again, huh! I'd better hide it for you so that you won't be able to find such a good medicine when you are injured again. So I hid the medicine in this big wooden box

"How can you, guy, privately hide medicine? Don't you know if you want to be seized by Yiqi?"

"Then did you ask me to hide your cigarettes and alcohol before?"

"Can that be like that?"

"Of course. I not only know that I have to be paid for the public, but also know that I will not take the needle and thread of the masses."

Zhang Qingshan was shocked. This guy has indeed grown up. Not only did he dare to talk back to himself, but he was always condoms when talking about policies, military rules.

After glaring at him fiercely, he gradually laughed: "This time I won't pursue your merits for you, but I won't take it as an example, do you know?"

"oh!"

"Come on, tell me how did you find this big canvas pocket?"
Chapter completed!