NCCnovel Chapter 781 I am a person who values the soul
Chapter 781 I am a person who values the soul
Wei Dong was like a sharp monkey. He turned his head and fired to slow down the enemy's pursuit, while observing the road ahead to see if there was any blockade.
Finally, Wei Dong’s cavalry infantry ran out of bullets. After firing the last bullet, he threw the gun directly into the grass, and then ran wildly among the mountains and forests again.
About half an hour later, Wei Dong finally left the pursuers behind him far behind. He stopped, his blood began to cool, and the excitement brought by dopamine gradually dissipated.
A sharp pain came from the abdomen.
Wei Dong was shocked and a bad feeling came over him.
"Fuck, I'm fat!"
When he reached out and touched it, he felt a tearing pain in his abdomen. When he looked down, he saw that his hands were covered with bright red blood.
He quickly opened his backpack and took out the first aid kit he had brought with him before setting out. He looked at the wounds that penetrated both front and back, bit a branch, and poured alcohol on the wounds.
Then he covered it with a dressing, wrapped it with a bandage, and pressed it tightly.
Weidong took two bites of compressed biscuits to replenish his energy, then cleaned up the scene and disappeared again in the mountains and forests as daylight gradually rose.
As the saying goes, it is always darkest under the lamp. Wei Dong did not decide to escape to the north, but chose Hulan.
Without further ado, he had to blend in with the army entering the city early in the morning and enter the city gate.
The checkpoint at the Hulan city gate was seen from afar and it seemed that the guard was not strengthened. It was very likely that the People's Army would pursue south again. After all, entering Hulan, where the enemy was most concentrated, was indeed a risky move.
But Wei Dong didn't have many choices. He touched the wound on his abdomen. Although the bullet was not left in his body, it still needed stitches and further treatment, otherwise it would be difficult for him to return to Seda.
And within the radius of more than 100 miles, it seems that only Hulun has the medical conditions for suture.
He straightened his expression, and while the shepherd driving the carriage was urinating nearby, he quietly climbed onto the carriage and mixed in with a pile of firewood.
According to his observation, the guards at the city gate did not strictly check the herdsmen passing by, but just checked their documents casually.
Sure enough, the ride he took also successfully entered the city.
The herdsman driving the cart seemed to have prostate problems. Not long after entering the city, he found a secluded alley again to relax.
Wei Dong immediately seized the opportunity and disappeared into the crowd again.
In order to cover up his Chinese face, he painted his face black and then went around the city calling himself the "Lenin Hotel".
Today is the fifth day since he separated from Bayajin, or Bayajin is still in this hotel. Now he may only have Bayajin as an acquaintance in Hulan, and whether he can get treatment smoothly and escape back to Saida depends on this.
Weidong squatted at the door of the Lenin Hotel, watching the people coming and going, feeling hungry.
He had finished the last piece of compressed biscuit while bandaging the wound. He was drooling as he watched the people from country E eating sausage bread by the window on the second floor of the Lenin Hotel.
He squatted there for three hours, but no Mongolian was willing to give him a banknote or a piece of bread.
Finally, when his legs were numb and he lost consciousness, a face he had been longing for appeared before him. The elegantly dressed Bayakin was getting out of a car and walking hurriedly towards the hotel.
How could Wei Dong miss this opportunity? He rushed forward in two steps. His numb legs made him stumble and his hunger made his eyes go dark. Finally, he grabbed Bayakin's arm the moment he walked in.
"Sir, please be kind, I haven't eaten for three days!"
Bayajin frowned, not because he despised the poor people, but because he was busy trying to rescue Weidong and had no time to spare.
He took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket generously, stuffed it into the "beggar's" hand, and continued walking forward without saying a word.
As a result, his lower body moved forward, but his upper body seemed to be fixed and unable to move. The big hands locked him tightly like a vice, making it impossible for him to move.
The angry Bayakin then turned his head and glared at the "beggar".
"Hey, isn't this enough money for you to buy some food? I'm busy, let go!"
"Haha, Master Bayajin, this amount of money is not enough. You are a big businessman!"
Bayakin became nervous and put his other hand to his waist, ready to attack at any time.
"who are you?"
"Haha, I'm the one you're looking for!"
Weidong originally wanted to tease Bayajin, but he was too hungry now, so he had to put the fun aside and save his own life first.
Bayakin looked carefully, and his inner excitement seemed to jump out on his face, so he quickly controlled his expression.
"There are too many people here, go to the back door, I'll pick you up!"
Weidong nodded and ran away, thanking him profusely.
Five minutes later, Weidong was already lying on Bayajin's big bed, feeling comfortable and cozy.
"Captain Wei, the entire Liberation Brigade is looking for you. Are you the hero who killed dozens of People's Army soldiers in Bogd Khan Mountain?"
"Haha, seventy-three people to be specific!"
Wei Dong's eyes were full of little stars of admiration, and he wished he could rush over and give his idol a hug right away.
"That's amazing, can you tell me about it?"
"Uh, how about we order some food first, and then find me a surgeon?"
Weidong gently lifted up his shirt, revealing the bandage oozing blood on his abdomen, and pointed at it.
"I accidentally got a hole from a bullet. I treated it briefly, but it still needs stitching and disinfection."
Bayajin came up to him excitedly and asked about his well-being.
"Oh my, the world is big, but eating is the most important thing. Go and order something to eat. I'm starving!"
Bayakin then hurried downstairs, ordered bread, sausage and a bottle of vodka, and asked the waiter to deliver them to the room.
The problem of eating is easy to solve, but how the surgeon solves this problem is a difficult problem.
Although the People's Army did not arrest people in the city on a large scale, they would definitely check for gunshot wounds, especially those with non-Mongolian faces. It would be too risky to rashly seek a doctor.
Unless you find a doctor who is not legal in the first place and ask him to perform the operation!
The black market is everywhere, and it is not easy to find underground black doctors. Not only is it illegal, but the threshold for doctors is too high. Not every ordinary person has the skills and courage to do so.
If you get caught dealing in some supplies on the black market, the worst that can happen is that you go to jail.
But if you work as a black doctor and treat the rebels to save their lives, you will be treated as a criminal if you are caught and will be shot.
Therefore, finding a black doctor also requires connections.
"Captain Wei, you eat first. I'll go buy you a decent set of clothes."
Wei Dong stuffed sausage into his mouth and waved his hands.
"No, no, I care about the soul, it doesn't matter if the skin is tattered!"
"Well, I didn't expect the brigade commander to have such a high character. But you are dressed too shabby, and you don't fit in here at the Lenin Hotel. I'm afraid you will be easily targeted!"
"Okay, I'll listen to you. I want to keep a low profile."