Tomb Raider: February Red

Er Yuehong carried Zhixue into the secret room. The court doctor rushed over. Er Yuehong put Zhixue on the bed and carefully lifted up his pants. Fortunately, he was wearing sweatpants in modern times. If he was wearing jeans, it would be really embarrassing and it would be difficult to lift them up. He could only take off his pants.

The left knee looked seriously injured, with a piece of flesh missing and bruises all over the wound. Zhixue's eyes turned red, no wonder it hurt so much.

The court doctor gasped. It was so serious. If he didn't take good care of himself, he would suffer from sequelae when it rained in the future.

Er Yuehong sat down, supported his shoulders, and held him in his arms, "Let's take a look, is it serious?"

The court doctor opened the medicine box, treated Sha Shuo first, and took out the anti-inflammatory powder to apply on him. Zhixue's tears began to drip down, and the court doctor couldn't bear to watch. Er Yuehong took out an embroidered handkerchief and wiped his eyes, "Don't cry..."

"It hurts so much..." Zhixue really didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it. It was a physiological reaction!

Er Yuehong saw that his eyes were red and he looked like a rabbit, so she asked Haitang to go downstairs and prepare clean clothes for him to change into. His face was covered with black dust, so he should wash up and have a rest first.

"Haitang will change you into clean clothes later. I have something else to do and need to go out for a while. You wait for me at home." Er Yuehong instructed him.

Changsha City is not stable now, and Zhang Qishan has sent people to urge him to go.

Mr. Hong came over from another secret room and said, "Take more people with you so that we can take care of them."

Er Yuehong nodded, "Understood, wait for me to come back."

When Old Man Hong sent him out, he was feeling uneasy and restless. He paced back and forth, fearing that he might have an accident.

Zhixue changed into a crescent-white long gown. He stretched out his hand to look at the sleeves with some curiosity. It was the first time for him to wear a Republic of China long gown, and he felt a little novel.

"Your name is Haitang? Is the Second Master going out?" Although Er Yuehong told him that he was going out, no one knew where he was going.

Haitang tidied up the room and nodded, "Yes, Master."

Er Yuehong had clearly stated that she wanted to take him in as her disciple, which meant that he would be the young master of the mansion. Although she didn't know his name yet, she couldn't cross the line.

It was the first time that Zhixue was called "Young Master". She felt a little embarrassed and cursed herself in her heart for being so useless.

Haitang smiled. The young master was still too shy. He packed up his things and went out.

Then he was given a pot of warm water so that he wouldn't be thirsty.

After Er Yuehong left the mansion, he looked up at the sky as he walked. It was dark and gloomy, as if the plane bombing just now was just a dream.

Er Yuehong's face was gloomy. The Japanese did this just to make them lose their composure. They themselves were the ones who caused the chaos and deliberately put pressure on them.

When they arrived at Zhang Qishan’s residence, all the other people from the Nine Gates had also arrived.

Seeing Er Yuehong coming in, Qi Tiezui stepped forward and bowed, "Second Master is finally here."

Er Yuehong nodded, "Sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time."

Zhang Qishan put down his teacup and said, "Second Master is here, please sit down."

Er Yuehong came forward and sat down next to him. "Master Buddha invited us into the mansion. What's the matter?"

Zhang Qishan asked Zhang Rishan to take out a telegram, "Everyone take a look."

Zhang Rishan handed it to Er Yuehong. After Er Yuehong looked at it, his face turned ugly. Qi Tiezui became anxious. He snatched it and took a look with a frown, his face also turned pale.

Huo Jinxi was confused. Although the situation was serious, she didn't understand what they had seen that made them show such strong emotions. Qi Tiezui handed it to Huo Jinxi. Huo Jinxi looked at it and slammed the table. The teacups on the table fell over with a clang. No one cared. "The Japanese are hateful, but the people above are also hateful!"

"If we follow the telegram and burn the entire Changsha city, our forces will suffer heavy losses!"

Wu Lao Gou heard this and said, "It's so serious. Burning Changsha City? Is this really necessary?!"

Zhang Qishan said with a heavy face, "This is what I asked you to discuss. The higher-ups are planning to give up Changsha."

"For now, we can only save ourselves!" Zhang Qishan couldn't bear to see Changsha burned down and his home turned into ruins.

"What should we do? Don't be so calm. Tell us how to save yourselves!" Huo Jinxi saw that none of them said anything.

Although Er Yuehong's bookmaker and the power passed down from his ancestors are equivalent to that of a small warlord, it is still difficult to preserve Changsha.

Even if the forces of the nine gates are combined, it would be somewhat difficult. The Japanese have already gained the advantage in the situation. Once the war breaks out, can the entire Changsha really be preserved?

"There are at least 300 million people in the city now. At this critical moment of life and death, we must organize ourselves. Whether it's logistics or supplies, we need people!" Er Yuehong sighed.

"I've sent people to lobby them, but you need to know one thing: we are fighting alone and have no reinforcements." Zhang Qishan took off his military cap helplessly.

The tunnel dug in the secret room of Er Yuehong's home is quite far away, and it can be said that the exit is across provinces. If their family wants to leave Changsha, it will be easy. However, everything of the Hong family is in Changsha City, where he grew up.

It would be difficult for him to let go, and his father might not agree to leave.

Er Yuehong closed his eyes and said, "I agree. Let's fight to the death."

The others looked at him in silence for a long time. Qi Tiezui sighed. He had read fortunes countless times in his life, but he could not predict his own outcome or his own destiny. He also sighed, "I agree. Let's fight to the death."

Huo Jinxi slammed the table again, "Fuck him, he's just a Japanese, who does he think he is? Let's fight to the death!"

Blackback Laoliu is a swordsman who has been wandering around the world all his life. He is chivalrous and righteous. How could he possibly run away? "I agree. Let's fight to the death!"

Wu Lao Gou responded, "I, Wu Lao Gou, agree to fight the Japanese to the death!"

Half Li stroked the wheelchair and said, "I agree. Let's fight to the death."

"I agree, let's fight to the death." Master Jie Jiu said slowly.

Zhang Qishan's eyes were full of burning light, "Then I will make the arrangements, and the rest of you will wait for the response."

They all nodded, left Zhang's house, and went back to prepare.

Er Yuehong and his men hurried back to the Hong Mansion, and Old Master Hong came to greet them, "What happened?"

Er Yuehong's face didn't look good. She held his hand and said, "I'm afraid we have to make the final decision."

Old Master Hong breathed a sigh of relief. He had long had a premonition that this time it might not be easy. Whether the Hong family's foundation could be preserved depended on this time.

Suddenly he laughed out loud, "Good that you brought him back!"

Even if the Hong Mansion collapsed this time, he could have someone take the main things of the Hong Family away with him, and the Hong Family would have been saved.

What happens in the future depends on what that kid does. If there are too many, they won’t be able to take care of them.

When the country is in danger, everyone has to contribute, no matter how big or small.

Changsha, can’t fall! Reduced to ruins!

Changsha City has always been bustling and prosperous throughout the ages. I hope that this bustle can be preserved for a long time after they leave, which will be considered as fulfilling their wish.