Chapter 519

The military doctors of Jubao mountain guard are very busy today. They not only have to deal with the wounded in their headquarters, but also send people to Jin'an Qianhu station to help.

Jin an saw that his men were called to cook cloth and asked for new cloth.

"Why do you want to cook?"

In the past, the wounded were treated by dressing and dressing directly. When did they cook!

Jin'an couldn't help asking.

A doctor was sewing the wounded's thighs with a needle and thread. When he heard the speech, he said impatiently, "that's disinfection. If it's not disinfection, who knows if there is virus on those cloth! Wrap it up at that time. Do you want to save people or harm people!"

The doctor didn't stop while talking, and the guy with a knife in his thigh had taken hemp boiling powder, so he didn't feel that someone was sewing his body.

Jin'an looked at the needle and thread passing through the skin and meat, and pulled it from time to time. He suddenly felt his teeth sour and his body numb.

After sewing the wound, the doctor got up and smiled at the wounded who were still under anesthesia: "I can't die. I'll be a hero again soon!"

Not far from the side, a doctor just stitched up the wounded's abdomen. His bloody hand touched a small book, leaned over the wounded's ear and asked, "brother, is there anything left to do?"

The wounded's body trembled slightly, half opened his eyes and said weakly: "I... I want to eat... Pig's feet, want... Fat..."

"A brother wants to eat pig's feet and fat!"

Cried the doctor.

Jin'an was stunned, walked over and asked, "he can't do this? But all the pigs in the camp were killed before."

The doctor whispered, "he can't do it. According to uncle's rules, we have to meet all our wishes."

Jin'an said with an embarrassed face: "there are no pigs in the camp. If you go to buy them..."

In Jin'an's opinion, it's enough for these dying sergeants to stare at his pension after the event, and buy a pig for him. It's a little

"Uncle!"

"Uncle..."

Amid the sound of greeting, Fang woke up.

"Uncle."

The doctor looked at Jin'an with some dissatisfaction, then pointed to the wounded with only a slight fluctuation in his chest and said, "uncle, this brother's organs are broken. The unfinished business is to eat pig feet."

The sergeant is under Jin'an's command, so Fang Xing looks at him with consulting eyes.

Jin An said bitterly, "uncle, there are no pigs in the camp."

Fang Xing leaned down, "brother, hold on, the pig's hoof will come right away."

Turning back, Fang woke up and said, "go and make him pig's feet right away!"

Jin'an reiterated: "uncle, there is no in the camp..."

"Then buy it. If you can't buy it, grab it! Grab it from the Jiaozhi people!"

Seeing Fang Xing's face livid, Xiaodao went with people without saying a word.

Jin'an stood there and watched Fang wake up to comfort the wounded one by one. If there were serious injuries, he would stop and comfort them with a warm voice.

When Fang woke up, Jin'an leaned over to admit his mistake, even if he thought he was right.

"Uncle, I'm wrong..."

Fang Xing frowned and said, "it's not you that's wrong, but the rules in the army!"

"These soldiers are fighting for the country, but they can't eat a pig's foot before they go. What kind of shit rule is this!"

Fang Xing scolded in a low voice. Feeling depressed, he went outside.

"Old seven, you watch outside and no one is allowed in." Fang woke up and went into a room where sundries were stacked.

When he came out again, he had one more thing in his hand.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Not far from the kitchen, Fang woke up and came back with a knife.

He took the lead with a bleeding pig leg in his hand.

"Wait."

Fang woke up and shouted when he saw that the knife was ready to rush into the kitchen.

The cook in the kitchen was almost scared to pee when he saw Fang wake up. He thought he had an attack when he spit into the dish while making lunch.

Fang Xing opened the pressure cooker in his hand and cleaned it. Then he ordered, "go and ask the brother what flavor of pig's feet he likes."

The knife ran quickly and came back with a embarrassed way: "Sir, the brother said he wanted to cook in white water, but he..."

Fang woke up without help. He quickly set fire to the pig's feet, washed them and put them into the pot.

"What is this?"

The cook was very curious when he saw Fang Xing put the lid on and then put a hat on the top.

"Fire!"

The fire immediately rose and licked the pot. At the same time, it also lit up Fang Xing's expressionless face.

I didn't mean to

I must not have meant it

On the edge, Xiaodao saw that Fang Xing's face was gradually sweating, and his eyes seemed to be a little

pain!

"Hiss, hiss..."

A stream of hot air rushed out from the top of the pot, and the little hat began to rotate rapidly, which scared the cook to almost scream.

But Fang didn't move when he woke up, and his eyes were still dull.

Do you regret it?

Looking at those soldiers who died for your tactics, do you regret it?

As if it were a century, as if it was only a second, Fang Xingyang started, looked at the time, and then brought the pot down,

"Water!"

Pour cold water on the pot. After a click, Fang woke up, opened the pot, poked it with chopsticks and said with satisfaction, "it's cooked."

But the pig's hoof finally missed the time,

Looking at those godless eyes, Fang woke up and put the pig's hoof on the ground: "burn this pig's hoof to him."

Jin'an, who was used to life and death, comforted him: "uncle, you made pig feet for him yourself. If he knows underground, he must..."

The latter words were blocked by Fang's glance.

What's this look?

Jin'an thinks it's violence and killing!

But in a twinkling of an eye, Fang's eyes became calm again.

Returning to the chief secretary's Yamen, Zhu gaoxu was struggling with how to deal with the prisoners. Seeing Fang awake, he immediately put the matter on him.

"I can't do such detailed things here. Fang wake up and leave it to you."

Zhu gaoxu patted his ass and left more than 10000 prisoners for Fang Xing.

Fang Xing sat on the chair, rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "have all the seriously injured been dealt with?"

Fang Zheng replied, "uncle, those seriously injured have been dealt with."

Zhu Rong felt that Fang Xing seemed to have some cold air, so he asked, "uncle, although the weather is not too hot, those corpses are not easy to store after all. Do you want to bury them?"

"If the land in Jiaozhi is fertile, don't add more nutrients."

Fang Xing's tone was faint, but it made people feel cold.

"Order!"

Fang Xing's hand pinched the handrail, so hard that it turned white.

"Make Beijing view!"

Fang Xing said coldly in his eyes, "don't divide it into several, just one, based on the path found by today's scouts."

Hiss!

Fang Zheng and Zhu Rong looked at each other and admired each other.

Literati are no worse than martial arts!

It was later proved that Jiaozhi people often walked along the path. When the bodies of thousands of people were sealed in a big earth bag, it was estimated that no one dared to walk again.

Fang Xing was surprised to see them, so he said faintly, "in the former Song Dynasty, the Li Dynasty also conquered the post slaughter city of yongqinlian three states. Benbo just set up a Beijing Temple, which is not in the way."