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When Gou Hao heard this, he waved his hands repeatedly: "I can't do this job!"

"What can't be done? It's much easier than killing the Japanese. I'm not afraid. What else are you afraid of?" Dong Limao said with a smile. Buy the book_bar()

"Brother Jiacheng, since I am injured, I will rest for a few more days with me. I still have an idle yard. You are here with me now. There are so many people here, so people can't help but let me say something. I will send it to you in person every day." Wu Wei learned that Dong Limao was injured and thought about it, and felt that the two of them should be arranged in a safer place than this.

"Thank you, Shopkeeper Wu." Dong Limao was not too polite. It would be fine. He didn't want to implicate Wu Wei's family because of himself.

Wu Wei's family was taken back from Zheng Chengkui's village. He told outsiders that anti-Japanese guerrillas often harassed Mangshi, worried about the safety of his family. He also sent someone to take care of his store in Mangshi, so his family is now at home in Longling.

Dong Limao and Gou Hao followed Wu Wei, but did not go out of the back door, but walked back from another door in the backyard and passed the horse house. There was a large vegetable garden behind him. Wu Wei introduced: "This vegetable garden is my mother's favorite place to come when she was alive. She couldn't stay free and always liked to take care of flowers and vegetables. She spent almost all her old age here. Almost all the vegetables in the restaurant were grown on this land."

The vegetable garden is quite large, with at least a dozen acres of land, and various vegetables are planted and growing very well. Dong Limao smelled the smell of manure that watered the vegetable garden. There are several septic tanks in the vegetable garden, and there are crisscrossing canals. There are fish in the canal. Not far away, there are two old men and one woman. The man is watering the field and the woman is weeding. When he saw Wu Wei and his people walk into the vegetable garden, the two old men stopped their work, bowed their heads and shouted "Mr. Wu".

"They are locals. Their children were killed by the Japanese during this escape. They were helpless, so I invited them to manage the vegetable garden. They are very responsible, so don't worry." Wu Wei said softly to Dong Limao and Gou Hao, nodding to the two old people.

After walking through the vegetable garden and passing through a bamboo fence, we arrived at the small courtyard that Wu Wei mentioned. There were only three bungalows, which were in U-shaped. The three of us walked through the back door of the yard.

"This is the yard where my mother lived when she was alive. After her mother passed away, it was changed into a ancestral hall. After leaving the gate, it was a small alley that was not open normally, and no one would call the door." Wu Wei introduced to Dong Limao and Gou Hao, took out the key and opened the door of the main hall. It was spotless: "My wife will come here in person every now and then to burn incense for her mother, so she often cleaned it." Wu Wei said, walking to the altar on the front wall, folded her hands very devoutly, closed her eyes slightly, and slowly knelt on the kneeling mat on the ground, and kowtowed three respectfully to his mother's portrait.

Dong Limao looked at a portrait of a kind and kind old woman on the altar. There were big red paper, black ink words 'Heaven and Earth' on both sides of the portrait. He knew that this was used by the locals to worship ancestors and to pay tribute to the gods. He walked up and lit three incense sticks, bowed to the portrait and said, "Old man, disturb me."

Wu Wei stood up, looked at his mother's portrait, and said with tears in his eyes: "Mom, these two are both anti-Japanese warriors... I am not as some people say, Japanese lackeys. I have never done anything sorry to my mother... Although I was unable to kill the Japanese like both of them, I am helping the warriors who killed the Japanese. If I know in heaven, I will definitely support my child in doing this. I hope my mother will bless them with peace and safety."

"Shopkeeper Wu, you just said... Someone said you are a Japanese lackey, what does it mean?" Gou Hao asked.

Wu Wei then told the story of taking in Yamada and Li Xiangyun that night.

After hearing this, Dong Limao felt that Wu Wei had great potential now and he needed to get something he wanted from Yamada, so he sat down at an Eight Immortals table and said, "Shopkeeper Wu, after hearing what you said, you are Yamada's life-saving benefactor. This is really great! Do you know what Yamada does?"

Wu Wei blinked his eyelids and replied: "He himself said he was a Japanese businessman."

"He is the intelligence leader of the Japanese Devils Myanmar War Zone Command!" said Dong Limao.

Wu Wei was so shocked that he stood up from the chair: "What? He is an intelligence leader!"

Dong Limao then asked Wu Wei to sit down, told Wu Wei what he knew, and then said: "I entered the city this time for a traitor. So far, we cannot confirm who this traitor is. If Manager Wu can help us find out the details of this traitor from Yamada, it would have made great contributions to the fight against Japan!"

"But, this Japanese named Yamada, I have never seen him again since that time." Wu Wei replied.

"Isn't there still the pseudo-county magistrate Li Xiangyun? You can find ways to get close to Yamada through him," said Dong Limao.

Wu Wei thought for a while and said, "You can try it. I asked Li Xiangyun to come forward and invite Yamada to Longyanlou for dinner." Speaking of the meal, Wu Wei seemed to think that Dong Limao and Gou Hao were still hungry, and immediately said, "Look at me, I have forgotten that I have not prepared the meal for you two yet. Please wait, I will bring it here."

"Shopkeeper Wu, you can take a break in the meal. Let's take out the bullets from the company commander's arm first." Gou Hao interrupted, and he was always thinking about this.

"Is there really no need to find a doctor?" Wu Wei asked Dong Limao.

"In extraordinary times, people's hearts are unpredictable. There is no need to take that risk for this minor injury." Dong Limao said: "Please ask Manager Wu to bring a bottle of white wine and clean gauze, and a sharp knife."

Wu Wei walked quickly back to the yard where he lived.

"Company Commander, Manager Wu is so close to the Japanese, will there be any problem?" Gou Hao asked with some concern.

Dong Limao felt a little tired, leaned his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes slightly and said, "If a person like Manager Wu cannot believe it, then no one in this world can trust it."

Gou Hao wanted to say something, but when he saw that Dong Limao seemed to be asleep, he had to walk out of the main hall and go to other rooms to check.

In less than half an hour, Wu Wei brought a food box to the courtyard and brought a jar of locally brewed corn wine and a piece of opium.

Dong Limao felt the pain of a needle-like needle on his left arm. He knew that it was getting inflamed. He put the opium in his mouth and chewed it into his stomach. Then he drank some chicken soup and ate some vegetables. After a while, maybe the opium had a pain relief effect and felt that the wound was no longer so painful.

"Gou Hao, let's start!" Dong Limao slowly took off his clothes: "You first burn the knife under the candlelight, then pour a bowl of white wine, wash the burned knife with white wine, and soak your hands in white wine for a few minutes... Manager Wu, soak the gauze in the wine jar,..."

Gou Hao and Wu Wei did what Dong Limao said.

Everything was ready. Gou Hao first tore off a gauze soaked in white wine, tied it tightly on Dong Limao's gunshot wounded arm, then used white wine to clean the skin around the wound, picked up the knife, his hands trembled a little, and he didn't know where to drop the knife from.

After taking opium, although it had the effect of relieving pain, he was a little confused and wanted to close his eyes and sleep. He forced his eyelids to not fall asleep. He said to Gou Hao: "You first cut the wound with a knife, and you should cut it along your arms. Try not to cut the muscles under the skin. Don't have the hole too big. Just put it in two fingers and take out the bullet..."

Wu Wei felt a little nervous when he heard this. He had never seen such a scene, staring at the trembling knife in Gou Hao's hand.

Gou Hao gritted his teeth and said, "Company Commander, hold on, I'm going to do it." He grabbed Dong Limao's left arm with his left hand, held the knife tightly with his right hand, took a deep breath, and compared the tip of the knife to the position of the gun wound, as if he was afraid that Dong Limao would suffer, so he slowly slashed the knife down little by little.

Although the opium stopped a trace of pain, it did not completely relieve the pain. Dong Limao felt a severe pain, but he didn't shout out. The beads of sweat on his face kept rolling down, staring at Xiaodao, and he shouted to Gou Hao: "You are so slow, are you intentionally torturing me? If every surgeon is like you, no one dares to undergo surgery! Hurry up! Take out your flying knife skills!"

Gou Hao was too nervous. After hearing Dong Limao's words, he quickly slashed the knife down. The hole was so big that bright red blood kept coming out of the cut hole. Gou Hao was so anxious that he quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Put your hand in and take out the bullet!" Dong Limao yelled in pain.

Wu Wei stood beside him, rubbing his palms against him, as if a knife was slashing on him, his face turned pale.

Gou Hao put two fingers into the cut hole to grop, but he couldn't touch the bullet for a while, and he became even more anxious.

Dong Limao was so painful that he was about to faint. Seeing Gou Hao's hand trembling, he knew that he was nervous, so he smiled and said, "It seems that you have to study with JunDr. Zeng Zifan cut open the belly and chest without shaking his hands. Look at you, under your hands, you have killed many Japanese with a knife, but you can't do any good job!"

"Shopkeeper Wu, come and help me! Hold on to the company commander's hand!" Gou Hao called Wu Wei, who was standing aside, to help.

Wu Wei walked up, pressed Dong Limao's forearm tightly with both hands, closed his eyes and did not dare to look at Gou Hao's two fingers that reached into the wound of Dong Limao's arm.

Gou Hao's fingers penetrated a little more and finally touched the bullet, but there was blood in his hand and it couldn't be clamped and it slipped off. He tried several times but failed.

Dong Limao asked: "Did you touch it?" He was soaked in sweat.

"Yeah, but my fingers can't be held." Gou Hao replied.

"Then you slowly push it out..." Dong Limao's teeth clattered, and he really wanted to howl, but he resisted it and didn't shout.

Gou Hao did what Dong Limao said, and pulled the bullet out little by little until his fingers were completely clamped. Then he quickly withdrew his hand, threw the bloody bullet on the table, took out the gauze from the jar and wrung it out, and began to wrap the wound.

If Gou Hao used a knife to cut the skin and muscles just now, it was a stinging pain, and pulsing the bullet with his hands was a heart-wrenching pain, then, at this time, the gauze soaked in white wine was a stinging pain. Dong Limao finally couldn't bear it, screamed, clenched his right hand into a fist, and smashed it on the Eight Immortals table and yelled: "Pack tighter!"

Wu Wei still grabbed Dong Limao's arm and stammered: "I usually like... to listen to Guan Gong scraping his bones... healing the scene... I didn't expect that today I saw Guan Gong with my own eyes... Brother Jiacheng, if you were in ancient times... you would definitely be a famous person for the ages."

After Wu Wei's words, Gou Hao bandaged it, which made him sweat. He sighed and took Wu Wei's words: "Guan Gong scraped his bones and healed his wounds. They were all blindly written by the storytellers and opera singers. How could he compare with our company commander?"

After a burst of scorching pain, Dong Limao felt that it was not so painful, but he was about to lose his heart. He leaned against the chair and said, "I almost didn't want to live just now."
Chapter completed!