Wu Fei's sudden outbreak made the remaining people there stunned for a moment, but soon they reacted and shot wildly at Wu Fei, not caring about whether the gunshots would attract the people from Ermashan.

Fortunately, they were still twenty or thirty meters away from Wu Fei. Fortunately, Wu Fei had hard training during this period. Although he was injured, he still avoided most bullets. However, he was shot twice in his shoulder and the calf of the leg who was shot.

When he was hit by a bullet just now, the pain would not be very strong, but after these few intense exercises, severe pain came from the wound of the gunshot. The pain made him no longer have the strength to control the gun in his hand, making it impossible for him to pull the bolt. Although his mind was very clear, his hands were almost out of control.

I'm going to die! A feeling of despair spread from my heart and occupied Wu Fei's thinking. He closed his eyes in despair and waited for the moment when the bullet shot into his head or heart.

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three gunshots rang out in Wu Fei's ears. Although he had not been exposed to the gun for a long time, he, who was born to be sensitive to the gun, still clearly distinguished that it was the sound of the 38th hood. Those who shot him all used short guns and did not see them having long guns. Wu Fei confirmed that this was correct and remembered correctly, which means that the gunshot just now were not fired by them, and he did not seem to have been hit.

When he opened his eyes, the only young man was left who shot at him. Moreover, this guy no longer looked like he was suffering and revenge. He was kneeling on the ground with his head in his arms and kowtowed and begging for mercy. The short gun in his hand was also lying quietly on the ground.

The people from Ermashan came to save him. Wu Fei's tense heart was relieved, and the forced breath also relaxed. He felt extremely relaxed and refreshed, and fell on the ground full of blood.

"Wu Fei, Wu Fei!" A familiar voice kept calling in his ears, waking Wu Fei who was extremely sleepy. He tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't completely open his eyelids. When he opened his eyes halfway, Wu Fei vaguely saw Xiaole's anxious face, and his eyes seemed to have the crystal clearness he saw in front of the door when he came. Two drops of wet fell on his face. Wu Fei could be sure that Xiaole cried for him!

......

Sitting on the edge of Wu Fei's kang, Xiaole could not control his tears. He thought that he would not cry again after his father died in battle. He has indeed done this in recent years, but he did not expect that this young man picked up from the snow on the first day of the Lunar New Year would make him cry twice a day.

In the past few years since he was in Erma Mountain, although he was regarded as the master of the counterfeit by his father's subordinates, he never exercised the power of the master. He only lived with his father's former adjutant, Uncle Guo, and learned all his skills from him, as well as his perseverance and indomitableness.

He thought that his future life would be like this simple life, without competing with the world, not seeking wealth but seeking peace.

But all this changed because of Wu Fei's arrival. This thin and weak boy had too many things different from others. The first time he was competing with him for a run, although he was running with a load, Xiaole knew that even if he ran empty-handed like him, he would not be able to run away. When he was punishing the horse, he would take the initiative to accompany him and Xiaotong. Even if he could not bear it, he still stayed with him until the end. This boy would also cook good food, which was much better than Xiaotong and himself. Even Uncle Guo liked to eat the food he cooked. Although Uncle Guo didn't say it, it can be seen that he also liked this guy very much.

Wu Fei has many highlights. He treats people gently, works in an orderly manner, is kind and respectful, and has a sense of enthusiasm when training. He never gives up until he reaches his goal. Even if he is hard or tired, he will rush to do housework. He is smart, smart, insightful, clear-headed, analyzes and judges. The most important thing is that when he is here, he seems to be much happier than before.

At this moment, Xiaole's mind was full of Wu Fei's goodness. Even his stubbornness and stubbornness became advantages. Suddenly, Xiaole remembered the matter of giving him clothes again, and he forgot to take out his close-fitting underwear. Fortunately, he didn't notice it. Thinking of this, Xiaole's face was hot, and a question mark also arises in his heart: Is this what people often say about the girl's love for spring?

If he hadn't insisted on him going to Zoumayi, he wouldn't have been hurt today. If he had followed him, the boy from the Wang family would not have been hurt. Looking at Wu Fei's painful expression and looking at him desperately trying to open his eyes, Xiaole's heart was so sad and regretful that he could not be described in words, and tears could not be stopped.

"Xiaole, go and rest, I'll look at him."

A pair of thick hands were placed on Xiaole's shoulders, and there was endless pity in his words.

Xiaole turned his head and looked at Uncle Guo with tears in his eyes. He looked at the person he kissed the most in the world. His lips trembled gently, pointed to Wu Fei, and pointed to himself again, shaking his head to express his concern that Wu Fei was worried.

"Silly kid, he was too seriously injured. He was shot four times. Although the bullet failed to hit the deadly part, he lost too much blood. It might be very difficult..." Uncle Guo sighed and shook, with a strong tone in his tone.

Xiaole suddenly stood up, reached out to cover Uncle Guo's mouth, and did not let him continue talking. After looking at Wu Fei on the kang, he suddenly reached out to hug Uncle Guo and threw himself into his arms. His shaking shoulders could tell that he was crying.

"Wu Fei's child is so hard that he has saved his life from the snow. Now he is so injured again." Uncle Guo's words were sad. He patted Xiaole's back and comforted him: "It's not that Wu Fei must not be able to get over it. As long as he doesn't have a fever and his wounds are not inflamed, there is still hope that he can save his life."

Hearing this sentence, Xiaole stood up from Uncle Guo's arms and gestured. His tears had stopped, and his eyes were full of desire. He was waiting for Uncle Guo to teach him how to save Wu Fei.

"If there is penicillin, Wu Fei has 80% hope." Uncle Guo frowned, struggled in his heart, and still said it. He didn't think about telling Xiaole about this. After years of being by his side, he knew Xiaole's temperament too well. As long as he knew that there was such medicine, he would definitely try every means to find it.

The light in Xiaole's eyes became more and more prosperous, as if he had seen hope. He hurriedly gestured another string of gestures.

Uncle Guo vomited a few times, and saw Xiaole seemingly crying again, he finally said: "This kind of medicine is probably only available in the hands of the Japanese in Laiyuan. If they don't have it, then only the Japanese military hospital in the provincial capital will have it."
Chapter completed!