"The question before me suddenly became very simple.
As long as I leave Sha and take away all the spoils, I can spend the first month smoothly. Anyway, Sha's wound will be infected and will die sooner or later. I don't need to waste food for a dying person. Perhaps he robbed the soldiers' roast chicken for this purpose. He had long understood that he could not live for three months.
I even seriously considered whether to pierce his heart directly-this would at least relieve him of a lot of unnecessary pain.
I didn't just think about it. In fact, I really picked up the military stab and pressed it against his slightly undulating chest. The military dagger has a solid weight, and it has nothing to do with its own weight. The sense of solidity is a kind of-if you have ever been helpless and hesitated, you will understand what I mean.
Sha opened his eyes and realized what I was going to do, he smiled slightly, nodded at me, and then closed his eyes peacefully.
He knew that in this case, a single kill was the best option.
I was puzzled by his An Ran, and suddenly became at a loss. In this way, he gave his life to me, just like a friend who is worthy of trust-people like us are impossible to have any friends. It is fortunate not to kill each other. Friendship is simply nonsense.
But I finally put down the army stab, why? Because feeling is a strange thing, because when a person generously gives his most precious things, he should be generous in return, but more importantly, because I think it’s the right way to do so, and in the end This reason is sufficient.
He gave me generously, and I will return him generously.
The next day, I tore some dried meat, boiled some wild vegetable soup, mixed them together, and fed him to eat. Then I hid the army stab under the blanket and set off for the town occupied by the warlord.
I want to buy a pot, because the cooking container is too bad to describe. I also want to buy some salt and oil. The essential mineral elements in the body can make me recover faster and improve immunity. More importantly, I have to buy medicines, penicillin, amoxicillin, ticarcillin—no matter which kind of medicine, as long as it can reduce inflammation. I have been trained in medicine knowledge and know how to distinguish medicines.
When I lowered my head and sneaked into the town, it was an hour before noon. The sun came out, and the gravel under my feet was very warm. A few days ago, my feet could not adapt to this kind of sharp gravel road. I had to bend my knees every step of the way to relieve the pain, but now my feet have formed a thin layer of leather calluses, like the soles of shoes.
I sneaked in when the town guards were scattered, and I walked against the wall for fear of being spotted by soldiers and banknotes under the blanket. Several cars were full of soldiers speeding along the road, apparently heading towards the slums. I think they must have found the bodies of the two soldiers.
Although I was cautious, there was still a faint anxiety in my heart, like wherever I went, someone was always staring at the back of my head, and when I turned to look around, there was only dust flying behind me. This feeling followed me until I finally couldn't stand it, and dived into an alley next to me like a fish.
I stood with my back against the wall, waiting, waiting for everything to calm down, and waiting for that feeling to fade away-after a few minutes, I started to feel stupid. No one would have thought that two fat soldiers would die in the hands of a child like me.
I took a breath and walked out of the alley again. It’s easy to buy pot and oil and salt. I went to three stores in total, and it’s okay to communicate even if I don’t speak the language. I came with purpose, pointing at what I needed, while the shopkeeper stretched out a few fingers at me with a vigilant look. I dropped the money, picked up the things and hid them in the blankets, and then quickly flashed out of the shop. .
The first few things went well, and the most difficult thing was medicine.
During the war, medicine is more precious than gold, and no amount of gold can cure wound infections. The coins seemed extremely weak at this time. I traveled all over the town and did not find a pharmacy. I suddenly realized how stupid I was. Even if I could find a pharmacy, it would be impossible to buy medicines for wound infections. That kind of medicine could only appear in a heavily guarded barracks. If I rush into the barracks, I will be treated as such. The spy of another warlord was hanged.
Just as I was in despair, I saw a black soldier with a red cross armband on his arm. The black man was also carrying a big medicine box on his shoulders. Seeing the medicine box, my eyes lit up immediately. I know it will be saved.
I held my breath, took out all the tracking skills I learned, and followed him calmly. He whistled into a tavern. I squatted by the tavern, listening to the clash of knives and forks inside. There are not many people in the tavern, and probably only soldiers can enjoy this kind of treatment. In the stone fireplace, a black kettle was sizzling, and the varnished wood and spilled beer gave off a faint sour taste. I was hungry and thirsty. I really wanted to run back to the hiding place and use a new one. Boil a leather boot in the broken pot that I bought, sprinkle some salt and butter—
I held back it and waited like a stone for the sanitation soldier to finish eating.
It took nearly an hour before the sanitation officer wandered out of the tavern. He didn't find me at all, because I looked no different from trash.
I followed him on and saw him turn into an attic surrounded by red gauze and green tents. I heard the sound of slapping and pounding inside, the gasping of men, and the sex of women. I knew that I had no chance to get into an adult's territory. I am lurking nearby like a cheetah, not impatient or impatient. I will not impulsively grab the medical kit because I am not sure whether there is any anti-inflammatory drug in the box, but as soon as I do it, I must take it.
I waited for a long time, my ears were filled with um, um, and I began to get upset, but the sanitary soldiers never showed up. The sun gradually fell, and I began to feel uneasy.
I waited until the sun went down before I saw the sanitary soldiers walk out of the attic contentedly again. I stared anxiously at the belt on his shoulder, and then realized that the weight of the box was not low, so I felt relieved.
I continued to follow him and saw him looking around into an independent, low-rise house. This house is completely different from a tavern and a brothel. It is not a place for fun at all. It is hard to imagine that a rich and oily health soldier would enter here.
I guess it must be a black shop selling military drugs privately. Only a few minutes later, the health soldier came out again, shoulders relaxed, I realized that the box was empty and the medicine had been transferred.
I stopped following the health soldier, and only approached the house after confirming that he had gone far.
I heard the voice of two adult men talking inside. I listened for another two minutes, and after making sure that there were only two people, I kicked down a wooden stick standing in the doorway.
The people inside immediately became alert. I heard the sound of the bolt pulling open, and then one of them urged the other to come out and take a look.
I climbed onto the roof, waiting for the hapless ghost to arrive.
I saw him open the door, looked around, then cursed low, and lifted the stick. I still don't worry about it, because I judge that the person in the room will definitely ask.
Sure enough, when the person outside the door put the stick again, a questioning voice came from inside the house. The people outside the house responded, and the inside of the house stopped talking.
I seized the opportunity and jumped quietly from the roof, covering the man's mouth with one hand, and the military stab on the other hand pierced directly into the lung tube obliquely.
The man couldn't make a sound, struggled a few times, and then collapsed to the ground. I gently pulled out the military thorn, grabbed him by the collar, dragged him into the house, and then closed the door.
The people in the room turned their backs to me, working on a pile of tubes and glassware. I tiptoed close, only the sound of blood dripping from the army thorns. The sound is so small that only I can hear it.
My general stabbed up and aimed at his back. He seemed to feel something. He turned his face in astonishment. I couldn't lose the opportunity, because if my physical condition didn't rely on a sneak attack, it would be impossible to be an adult's opponent. . My general stabbed him fiercely, and he staggered back while screaming, knocking down countless bottles and cans on the table.
I didn't kill me with a single shot, but he couldn't survive either. He lay on the ground and kept mumbling things that I didn't understand. I knew he was begging me for mercy. I know very well that if you let him go, countless soldiers will come to search for me the next day.
I cut his throat without hesitation, and let the blood splatter. I started looking for the medicines in the medicine box, but I searched all the shelves and found no anti-inflammatory drugs such as penicillin, amoxicillin, and ticarcillin—not only there were no anti-inflammatory drugs, but even the basic treatment for colds and fevers.
I was stunned, staring at the unlabeled bags of white powder in front of me. I opened a bag and tasted a little bit. My heart beats wildly in my ventricle, and the flow of blood circulates in an unprecedented way. I feel full of power and the brain center is extremely excited, even if I face two adults head-on People’s attack is not a problem either—
I suddenly understood that this is not a black shop selling military drugs at all, but a small underground drug processing factory. The medicine delivered by the medical soldier turned into a drug of low purity but not bad effect. Judging by the amount of drugs piled up, someone will soon be transporting them, so I must leave here quickly.
I grabbed a few indiscriminately and stuffed them into the blankets. Before I left the house, I lit the thick curtains with a lighter. When I turned to the next intersection, the explosion sounded through the sky.
The entire army was in chaos, and countless military vehicles roared past the town.
I speeded up my pace and walked out of the town, hiding my hands under the blanket, and tightly grasping the handle of the army thorn. The feeling of excitement persisted.
The soldiers guarding the gate did not stop me, and it was obviously better to let a beggar out of the city than to prevent a beggar from entering the city.
I walked back along the way I came, hoping that Shisha could survive this difficult day. Although drugs are not anti-inflammatory, they are not much different from cardiac acupuncture at critical times. I hope that through these drugs, I can refresh my spirits and rely on my own immunity to resist the erosion of inflammation.
When I walked across a hillside, there was a sudden sound of wind in the back of my head. I subconsciously dodged short and saw a boy of my age brandishing an iron piece and slashing at my forehead. I pulled out the military stab, and the debris in my hand fell to the ground. I blocked his attack and punched him on the bridge of the nose, causing his weak body to fall to the ground, and the bloody stab pointed directly at his throat.
Just when I thought I had taken the initiative, seven or eight boys with different skin colors rushed out and surrounded me. They held sticks in their hands and stared at me and at the things beside me.
The headed one has golden hair and tying the ends of his hair against his pale cheeks. He is very tall and has a gun in his hand..."