The Vietnamese woman left quietly. She did not kill Wang Jun. Maybe Wang Jun had tried to rescue their mother and son.
Although there is a language barrier between the Vietnamese woman and Wang Jun, even a beast can recognize the basic kindness, let alone a human being of flesh and blood.
Wang Jun lay motionless on his back. The scene of bloody killings just now lingered in his mind, rolling up and down over and over again.
The veteran escaped, and the third platoon leader died in front of his eyes. The third platoon leader's unbending eyes looked up at the dark sky.
is it my fault? Wang Jun questioned his heart countless times. When a soldier goes to the battlefield, he should not be kind to women. To put it bluntly, war is an organized massacre. Cold-blooded, ruthless, bloodthirsty and crazy killings turn people into Is a ghost without a soul the law of war? A torrent of thoughts rushed into Wang Jun's mind. Gradually, his consciousness began to blur, and he slowly closed his eyes in exhaustion.
There was still a lot of blood oozing from the gunshot wound on his calf. Wang Jun, who had obviously lost too much blood, was in shock and unconscious.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and after being shaken for a while, Wang Jun gradually regained some consciousness. When he was fully awake, he struggled to sit up. The survival instinct to survive made Wang Jun grit his teeth and "scratch" He immediately pulled out the dagger from his waist.
"Ah!" Wang Jun roared while holding back the unbearable pain. He inserted a dagger into the wound on his calf, and it took him a long time to remove the bullet embedded in the leg bone. It took less than three minutes. During this time, Wang Jun's whole body was soaked with sweat.
Wang Jun took out a bright silver flask from his pocket. The flask was filled with a pot of high-strength liquor brewed from pure grains. This silver flask was given to Wang Jun by an elder before he joined the army. His, it is said that this elder was once a veteran, and he was a veteran who participated in the war in Korea.
Wang Jun bit open the lid of the spout with his teeth, took several sips, and then poured the white wine in the flask into the wound on his calf.
"Ah!" There was another heartbreaking scream, and then Wang Jun used a dagger to cut his white shirt into several pieces of white cloth, and then skillfully bandaged the wound on his calf. After doing all this, he Then he stood up from the ground with difficulty.
Wang Jun limped to the corpse of the third platoon leader. He bent down and stretched out his hand to wipe the widened eyes of the third platoon leader. At the same time, he murmured quietly, "I'm sorry, maybe I was really wrong." ." It was as if a gust of wind was blowing gently in the dark night. There really was a ghost in the corner who had not yet left. He heard what he said. Wang Jun raised his hand, and the third platoon leader, who was still staring at death, finally closed his eyes peacefully. eyes.
Wang Jun struggled to carry three rows of corpses on his back and walked out of the small courtyard step by step. He carried the third platoon leader on his back to the depths of a dense forest, pulled out a thick branch, and after a lot of effort dug a big pit. Wang Jun buried the third platoon leader in the pit, and then I picked up the soil with my own hands and buried him bit by bit.
Wang Jun, exhausted both physically and mentally, slumped down in the third platoon leader's new grave. He was thinking about what he should do. Return to the army. No, the veteran must have gone back first. The death of the third platoon leader must be blamed on He has experienced the veteran's tongue-in-cheek spewing blood and yelling at people to catch thieves.
Besides, the death of the third platoon leader was indeed closely related to him. If he went back recklessly, his life might really be lost. What should I do? Wang Jun thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. Finally, he made a sudden decision.
He wanted to hide in the jungle to fend for himself, to avoid this cruel war, and to avoid this sinister human heart. Even if he died of thirst or starvation at the next moment, he would admit it. Thinking of this, Wang Jun forced himself to stand up. He walked step by step towards the deepest part of the dense forest, leaning on a broken thick branch.
A few days later, Wang Jun, who had already lost his way in the depths of the forest, was hungry again. The wound on his calf did not receive follow-up treatment, and it was infected with the moist poisonous gas in the rainforest and slowly began to become inflamed.
He was suffering from a high fever that day, and he was so top-heavy that he could no longer hold on. Suddenly, the Black King's Army fell to the ground in front of him, and he immediately fell unconscious.
When Wang Jun regained consciousness, he suddenly felt someone struggling to lift him up, and Wang Jun was rescued in a daze.
In a damp and dark cave, Wang Jun seemed to wake up a little. He seemed to see a glimmer of light. The light was a fire not far in front of him. The burning flames warmed the cold cave. and Wang Jun’s body with cold limbs. Wang Jun licked his chapped lips, unable to lift his heavy eyelids.
Suddenly a figure flashed in front of him. The person was holding an unknown leaf in her hand. She gently fed the water contained in the leaf into Wang Jun's mouth. Wang Jun sucked desperately and sucked the precious water. The pure water of life.
Wang Jun, who was feeling a little better, gradually saw clearly who was feeding him water. It was a woman with disheveled hair. Wang Jun's eyes widened in surprise. It was so unbelievable that the person in front of him was the woman who was feeding him water. There was no Vietnamese woman in the courtyard who killed him.
Is this a fucking coincidence or God's will? The Vietnamese woman who also hid in the mountains happened to meet Wang Jun who had just passed out while looking for food. What Wang Jun didn't know was that just when he was dizzy and fell to the ground unconscious, the ragged Vietnamese woman happened to Walked out of a dense forest.
At first, the Vietnamese woman was unwilling to save the enemy who had massacred her compatriots. She turned around and disappeared into the jungle. After walking a certain distance, she stopped. The woman who bit her lip came back again.
Fortunately, the Vietnamese woman came back. At this time, on a tree not far from Wang Jun who was lying on the ground, a thin snake with colorful body was slowly winding down. The triangular snake head had a cold and deadly gaze. Staring at its prey today, the snake spat out a long scarlet letter from its open mouth.
In desperation, the Vietnamese woman had no choice but to throw the automatic rifle in her hand towards the venomous snake that was waiting for an opportunity to move. The automatic rifle hit the snake with a bang, and it was so focused that it jumped in with lightning in a flash. He jumped into the grass on the side and fled.
The Vietnamese woman still had that cold face. She was expressionless. She used leaves and roots of plants that she didn't know where to find to treat Wang Jun's inflamed wound on her calf. She first chewed up the leaves and roots with her mouth. , then smeared the rotten stems and leaves mixed with her saliva on Wang Jun's wound, and then re-bandaged him carefully.
In addition, the Vietnamese woman also used a broken earthen pot brought from the village to boil a bowl of unknown plant stem liquid and fed it into Wang Jun's mouth three times a day.
Wang Jun felt that the bowl of medicinal soup tasted really weird. He frowned and resisted the urge to vomit before swallowing it.
Not to mention that this local method really worked. Within a few days, Wang Jun felt much better, and after a few days, Wang Jun was able to stand up.
Only then did he realize that the place where he had been lying down in the past few days had actually been covered with a layer of soft grass. He was still limp and weak. He held his hands on the stone wall of the cave and slowly walked out of the cave where he was recovering from his injuries.
