Meng Fan lay on the brick bed and lifted his pants, revealing a hideous and terrifying wound.
When Zhao Ziqiang saw this situation, he immediately frowned. The wound was already red and swollen, and there was even some pus. It was obvious that it was inflamed.
He opened the battlefield first aid kit and took out all the alcohol inside.
"Get him a towel and stuff it in his mouth.”
Zhao Ziqiang glanced at Xiaozui and said.
"Alright."
Xiaozui brought the towel to Meng Fan's mouth.
Meng Fanlao said disdainfully," Who is Little Master? To be honest, this bit of pain is no different from a mosquito bite. Little Master, I…"
Before he could finish, Zhao Ziqiang had already poured a bottle of alcohol on his wound.
"Ah!"
Meng Fan was like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered as he suddenly let out a high-pitched scream!
Then, he no longer dared to brag. He bit the towel and began to groan miserably.
"Weren't you bitten by a mosquito just now? Why are you killing pigs now?"
Zhao Ziqiang looked at him angrily, poured the alcohol clean, and then sprinkled the quick-acting hemostatic powder on the wound.
The quick-acting hemostatic powder could not only stop bleeding, but also provide a certain anti-inflammatory effect.
Meng Fan tried his best to suppress the burning pain, and beads of sweat kept dripping down his face.
By the time Zhao Ziqiang finished disinfecting him and bandaged him, Meng Fanle had already fainted from the pain.
"Phew."
Zhao Ziqiang washed his face and wiped the sweat off his face.
Finally, Meng Fan's leg had been cured, and it could be considered to have made up for a little regret in the original novel.
After he was done with his work, Zhao Ziqiang noticed that Xiaozui was staring at him with sparkling eyes.
"Aren't you the Guild Leader? How can you treat injuries? You're so awesome!"
Xiaozui's eyes were filled with admiration, which made Zhao Ziqiang feel a little embarrassed.
He took out a money pouch, which contained fifteen dollars he had gotten from the black market, and handed it to Xiaozui.
"There are 15 dollars in here. It'll be enough for you to live for at least half a year.”
Xiaozui hurriedly shook his head and said," Sir, that won't do. I can't take it. You still have to fight a war. There are too many places to spend money. It's better to keep it."”
But no matter what Xiaozui said, Zhao Ziqiang still stuffed the money bag into her hands decisively.
"Take it. We live our lives on the edge of a knife in war. If we're not careful, we'll lose our heads.”
Xiaozui lowered her head, her eyes glistening with tears." Thank you, sir."
"Sir, may I know your name?”
Xiaozui suddenly thought of something and asked Zhao Ziqiang again.
"Zhao Ziqiang."
"My name is Chen Xiaozui. I'm from Sichuan. I'm waiting for my brother here.”
"The best?"
"I'm drunk!"
"Chen Drunk…"
"It's Chen Xiaozui!"
Chen Xiaozui simply picked up Zhao Ziqiang's hand and wrote his name stroke by stroke.
"Will you still come to see me in the future? If my brother doesn't come back, I'll be alone here. There's no one to talk to me…"
Xiaozui glanced at Zhao Ziqiang and asked in embarrassment.
Zhao Ziqiang carried Meng Fan, who had fallen asleep like a dead pig, and nodded.
"I'll come back again. You can live here in peace.”
After he finished speaking, he carried Meng Fan on his back and left Chen Xiaozui's house.
"I can wash your clothes and help you with many things. You have to come!”
Chen Xiaozui seemed a little worried. He added as he looked at Zhao Ziqiang's back.
Zhao Ziqiang walked past Chen Xiaozui's door, took off the sign that symbolized a prostitute, and threw it far away.
From today onwards, she no longer needed to live like this.
"System, are you sure my military officer certificate is real? It can't be a fake, right?"
As Zhao Ziqiang walked towards the Sichuan Military Corps 'station, he took out the military officer's certificate in his hand and looked at it suspiciously.
There was a picture of himself and a bright red seal on the officer's ID. The seal only indicated that it was from a special department, but it did not say which department it was from.
" The special department does exist, and it's extremely mysterious. If this military officer's ID is investigated, it'll be verified. Your current identity is a regiment commander, so don't worry.”
The host replied.
Zhao Ziqiang was temporarily relieved. As long as it was true, it was fine.
"By the way, when will the next mission be released?”
"Replying to host, please quickly organize your troops to cross the Nu River as a regiment commander and fight the enemy.”
"The follow-up mission will be released after the host enters the MDT!”
Hearing the system's reply, Zhao Ziqiang instantly wanted to curse.
This scammer system gave him ten lousy guns and a few pieces of pork, and he had to cross the river before he could get a new mission!
However, it was better than nothing. In the original novel, the moment Chuan Junjun got off the plane, he was surrounded by the Japanese. He was left with only his underwear. It could be said to be very miserable.
It seemed that he had to go back and gather his troops immediately. He had to gather those cannon fodder groups and fly over the Southern Heavenly Gate to make a strong army in the country!
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