Chapter 1423

"Oh my grass, brother, you are too able to drink."

Milong got up confusedly, ran to the water tank, scooped cold water with a ladle and drank several big mouthfuls, then couldn't help but complain to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan was sitting on a small stool smoking, staring at the big pot of rice fragrance rolling in the courtyard, and said with a smile: "You just stop it, I didn't force you to drink, you drank cup by cup with me, if you don't drink too much, who drinks too much?"

"Then you can also drink." Milong pulled a small stool, sat beside him, and lit a cigarette, "How much can you drink at most?"

"Never drank."

"Never drank too much?"

"Just never drank." Wang Yan shook his head, "Wine is expensive, isn't it uncomfortable to drink too much? It's a waste of money and uncomfortable, you say why should I compare that?"

"That's the truth." Milong nodded, then smoked silently, and didn't speak.

After a while, he glanced at Fanla sitting beside him: "If you have something to say, say it, if not, get lost."

"Oh my, Milong big brother, you are the Bodhisattva who saves suffering and difficulty..." Fanla smiled fawningly, a bunch of auspicious words.

"Hey, don't say, this flattery is quite pleasant to hear." Milong looked at Wang Yan, laughed loudly, turned his head and patted Fanla on the shoulder, "Speak, what are you looking for me for."

"You are supernatural, can you help me get some sulfonamide on the black market?"

Milong glanced: "Did you drink?"

"No." Fanla didn't understand.

"You didn't drink too much, why are you talking nonsense?" Milong stared at him, "Don't you know sulfonamide is very tight?"

"That means it can be bought." Fanla said, "You do a good deed, Long big brother, for you, it's just a casual act, a drop in the bucket, and it can save my leg, brother. As long as you help me get sulfonamide, from now on, whatever you, Long big brother, say is what it is, I, Meng Fanla, will hit wherever you point."

"Brother, I remember you seemed to say yesterday that you could cure him?" Milong turned to ask.

Wang Yan said 'um': "Not guaranteed, can only say half and half. As long as there is no infection, it can be good."

Milong pondered for a moment and nodded: "Okay, we've been together for a while, you are a good person, you don't pretend, much stronger than that dog-fart major. Also for my brother's sake, I'll help you this time, get you a few pills of sulfonamide."

"Hey." Fanla hugged his fists excitedly, "Long big brother, you are high-righteous, absolutely righteous and thin clouds, surpassing Meng Chang..."

A basket of beautiful words made Milong laugh loudly. He waved his hand: "Alright, alright, that's about enough. Don't say, educated people speak really well."

"Then Long big brother, one thing doesn't bother two masters, can you help with other things too?" Fanla climbed up the pole.

"Grass, you bastard can't be praised either, why are you climbing up the nose?" Milong stared, and said unhappily, "You speak first, let me listen."

"Alcohol, gauze, bandages, if there are medical needles and threads, it would be even better. Don't worry, Long big brother, after my leg is good, I will work for you, whatever you say, I will do."

Milong frowned and pondered. Fanla didn't dare to disturb, looking carefully.

After a while, Milong nodded: "Okay, besides the medical needles and threads you mentioned, alcohol and other things are not difficult."

He just thought of the way, where he could get these things.

He said, "I'll get them for you today."

"Oh my, Long big brother, you are absolutely this." Fanla gave a thumbs up, and sent another round of fawning farts, making old Milong very comfortable.

Wang Yan listened with a smile on the side, didn't say anything, leaned against the wall, looked up at the blue sky, and listened to the laughter of the cannon fodder.

At this time, a shadow blocked him.

He tilted his head to look, only to see a person with a long face and eagle nose, thin and dry, with cleanliness and tidiness different from other cannon fodder, and his shoulder badge was a star.

"Major, hello, do you have something to do with me?"

"My name is Lin Yi, you can call me A-Yi."

Before Wang Yan could speak, Milong on the side spoke first: "What are you pretending to be a big tail wolf here for?"

"I'm looking for Wang Yan, not... not looking for you!"

"Fine, you empty-headed major also have a temper?"

Milong wanted to stand up and clean up A-Yi, but was pulled by Wang Yan, who asked with a smile: "Do you have something to do?"

"Nothing, just saying hello to you. I thought about what you said yesterday for half the night, and I think what you said is especially right. We must maintain our fighting spirit, fight tenaciously, and sooner or later we will be able to defeat the Japanese."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, looking at A-Yi, who was determined and full of fighting spirit, and said: "You are quite full of fighting spirit, different from them."

"It is different." Milong took the conversation, mocking, "A dignified major, not to mention that he hasn't fought a battle, he even mixed into the reception station, it would be strange if it were the same."

A-Yi's face was a bit embarrassed, wanting to refute but not daring to open his mouth, and didn't know what to say, so he could only stand there foolishly looking at Wang Yan.

"People's encounters are different, twists and turns, all can be understood." Wang Yan patted Lin Yi's leg, "You sit, don't block me from absorbing the essence of the sun."

"Hey." A-Yi's happiness was written on his face, sitting beside Wang Yan, saying, "You are quite a good person."

"Hmm, you are also not bad." Wang Yan responded with a smile.

A-Yi was even happier: "But I really haven't been to the battlefield, but I believe it! We will definitely win! Even if our generation can't win, there is still the next generation! Definitely win!"

"Dream on, you haven't even fired a gun a few times, and you're talking about winning?" Milong cursed again.

Wang Yan said 'hey', hugged Milong's shoulder: "This is what I said about A-Yi being different from you. A-Yi has spirit and enthusiasm. You don't have it anymore, a pool of stagnant water."

"You just stop talking nonsense, brother, why is he spirited and enthusiastic? It's just that he hasn't been to the battlefield and hasn't eaten defeats. But if he fights two battles, feels what is called isolated and helpless, what is called filling the trench with human lives, he won't be farting here."

"I'm not afraid of death!"

Hearing A-Yi's refutation, Milong stared at him, stood up suddenly and swung his arms, scaring A-Yi to hold his head and dodge.

"Hahaha..." Milong laughed loudly, "Just like this bear look of yours, and you're not afraid of death? Get lost, get lost, stop farting here with me."

So A-Yi stood up, glared at Milong, and seeing Milong about to stand up again, he hummed, muttered something in his mouth, and walked away.

"Look, just like this, you have too much to bother with him." Milong pointed at A-Yi's back, looking down on him.

"No worries, no grievances, it doesn't matter. Besides, we are all brothers in the same pot, maybe we will be on the battlefield together in the future, maybe he will save your life."

"On the battlefield? Pfft, a bunch of waste waiting to die, what battlefield are you going to? Sending heads?" After speaking, Milong reacted and asked, "Do you have any news?"

"I'm just a lowly soldier, and I was caught, what news can I have?" Wang Yan shook his head, "But it was precisely because I was caught that I felt that there might be a war recently, and it's estimated that we will all be pulled out as cannon fodder."

"If you don't go, it's over, right? What's the matter, if there's really a war, are you going?"

"Definitely going." Wang Yan drank a big mouthful of wine, "I fought all the way from the north to the south, just to kill little devils, as long as there is a battle, I will go. A man, even if I die, I will die on the battlefield."

"You are awesome!" Milong gave a thumbs up, admiring Wang Yan's fighting spirit.

"You are a god, otherwise why do you look at A-Yi favorably." Fanla on the side also gave a thumbs up, "Brother Wang, Long big brother said he would get the things back today, look at this..."

"In the afternoon, I came here for the first time, I have to go out and wander around after eating, and I will definitely be back before dinner."

"Okay, then the little brother will rely on you." Fanla hugged his fists.

"Don't rely too much, whether it can be good or not still depends on whether your life is hard."

"Can it really work?" Vet stopped his steps.

"Didn't I just say it depends on his life." Wang Yan shook his head with a smile, "Old man, are you afraid I'm fooling him?"

"That sewing needle is not a matter of Chinese medicine."

"Rigid! Too rigid! What time is it, sewing a needle has to distinguish between Chinese and Western? As long as it works! Speaking of this, I really forgot, Long, since you are helping, then one thing doesn't bother two masters, I'll write another prescription for you, you see if you can get it all, and then double-tube it with sulfonamide, the possibility of cure will be higher, and the recovery time can be faster."

During the conversation, Vet had already handed over the paper and pen.

Wang Yan smiled, and then quickly wrote down some medicinal materials and dosages with a pencil.

"Hmm..." Vet took it and looked at it, nodding seriously.

"You, a vet, can you understand it?" Fanla grabbed the paper, and then turned to hand the paper to Milong with a fawning smile.

"I don't understand, but I see that his handwriting is good, it shouldn't be bad." Vet has the wisdom of a vet.

Fanla looked at the paper Milong unfolded, looked at Wang Yan in surprise: "This handwriting is like a dragon and a snake, magnificent, Brother Wang's learning is not shallow, right?"

Wang Yan waved his hand modestly: "I went to school for a few years, and after writing and drawing for so many years, I wrote it out."

"You are really modest, with this handwriting of yours, in peaceful times, you would definitely be sought after by people in Beijinger city. Just relying on this handwriting, you won't have to worry about food and drink for a lifetime."

"It's not that exaggerated, stop flattering, I said I would cure you, I will cure you. Your leg is like that, it can't be worse. Long, you look for it, find as much as you can."

Milong nodded, turned and patted Fanla on the shoulder: "You really have to be a cow and a horse for me."

Fanla accompanied with a smile...

Breakfast was thick porridge and salted vegetables again, Wang Yan got another can of meat from Milong to eat, just drinking porridge couldn't replenish the consumption. The years are indeed not easy, he didn't practice martial arts in the morning, just washed simply and sat here sunbathing.

After breakfast, he wandered around the small town as he said before.

The order of the small town was still guaranteed, it was just that the common people were far away from them, not daring to get close, obviously it was not very pleasant when the troops were stationed here earlier.

He didn't care much either, just looking at the buildings of the small town, looking at the equipment of the troops, estimating the number of people in the town, and looking at the mental state of the common people.

It was considered a simple understanding of this town.

Wandering around the town, when he wanted to go out to the wild, he was stopped by the soldiers guarding outside.

"Stop!"

"What are you doing? Want to be a deserter?"

Wang Yan shook his head: "Wandering around."

"Go back!" The soldier raised his gun, "If you dare to take a step further, I'll shoot you."

"If you shoot me, shoot me, why are you trembling? Haven't fought a battle yet, right? Hold the gun steady, don't misfire."

Looking at the young man in front of him, Wang Yan shook his head with a smile, then put his hands behind his back, wandered back to the town, and back to the reception station.

"Old Deng, quite leisurely, even drinking? Aren't you afraid of being caught and shot?"

It was Old Deng from the reception station, setting up a small table in a courtyard, drinking with fried soybeans.

Seeing Wang Yan reach out and grab a full handful of soybeans, Old Deng twitched his mouth, then asked curiously: "I heard you won all of Milong's things yesterday, and then gave them back?"

"The news is quite well-informed."

"How did you win? Can you teach me two tricks? You don't know, Milong is about to make me bankrupt, and he is arrogant and unreasonable, you teach me two tricks, so I can win back."

"Old Deng, you have no sense of boundaries at all. You say, am I better with Milong, or with you? You are an official, we are the bitter lowly soldiers."

Wang Yan ate the soybeans crunchily, then turned and left.

He just came in to see what Old Deng was eating, now that he grabbed a handful of soybeans, this trip was considered complete...

Wandering back to the courtyard, as soon as he stepped into the gate, Fanla jumped out from the side.

"Brother Wang, you are back?"

Wang Yan gave him a slap in disgust: "You scared me."

Fanla giggled: "I'm anxious, the things are all found, the knife is also sharpened, not to mention blowing hair and breaking hair, it's almost there, look..."

"Come, old man, distribute this handful of soybeans, let everyone taste the flavor."

Giving the soybeans to Vet, Wang Yan went to look through the herbs Milong brought back, matched them on the spot, and handed them to Vet, asking him to decoct the medicine.

After such a process, Wang Yan took a pile of things into the house, and took out a wooden stick from his pocket.

"Come, bite it, it's really going to kill you if it hurts, you'd better hold on. Bula, Ya-Ma, you two give a hand, press his legs and feet later, absolutely don't let him move too much."

"Easy to say, easy to say." Both responded quickly.

So Wang Yan went out and washed his hands again, rolled up his sleeves, and roasted the knife on the fire, performing primitive disinfection means.

Then very simply, he cut the rotten flesh of Fanla's wound with the knife.

"Ah~"

Fanla, who was lying on the bed, instantly opened his eyes wide, bit the wooden stick, leaned back, and almost stood up.

"Fanla, don't move, you have to hold on." Vet was pressing Fanla's head there.

"Yes, yes, you don't move, if Wang Yan cuts the wrong knife, your leg will be even worse." Ya-Ma pressed Fanla's feet dead.

On Fanla's back, Bula was pressing on it.

Wang Yan was unmoved, using the knife to cut Fanla's rotten flesh cleanly.

Kang Ya, Yangdan, Doubing, Snake Butt, and others who were watching were crunching on fried soybeans, eating with relish and fragrance...

Fanla shouted ah ah ah ah, later his throat was hoarse, then he muffled, sweating profusely, saliva flowing horizontally...

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