chaotic world

Du Yunfeng didn't close his eyes for two days and one night, and rushed back to Zhou County. He could hear the bombing clearly from more than ten miles away, and he knew it was bad.

A team of two or three hundred people is one against ten against two or three thousand defenders.

The heat wave was raging in the city, and Du Yunfeng led the team to start a war with the Japanese defenders directly. The grenades exploded outside the city, and the gunshots rang out.

Du Yunfeng wanted to go to the city, no matter what he wanted to go to the city.

The machine gun at the river reminded him, and he led his men to compete with the defenders for the river.

The sudden loud gunshot made Zhou Lan put down the gun hesitantly.

As long as there is a fight, it means that the Japanese devils are still being involved.

"Try!" He Si picked him up, "Keep the bullets in your gun."

Zhou Lan's burnt leg could only be soaked in the river. He Si carried him on his back and waded forward, step by step approaching the most intense part of the battle.

When he saw that it was Du Lu, Zhou Lan put his arms around He Si's neck and shot.

The gunshots successfully attracted Du Yunfeng's attention, so several Japanese machine guns at the river became live targets. Du Yunfeng ignored the Japanese attack behind him and concentrated all his firepower on the river.

He saw He Si and Zhou Lan lying on the river with only their heads rising and falling, as if they would disappear at any moment.

He couldn't care about anything else, ordered to beat him desperately, jumped into the river holding the rope, and swam towards the two men.

As soon as he approached, he grabbed Zhou Lan's arm, "Give it to me," he said.

He Si didn't fight, he was exhausted, at this time, only Du Yunfeng could lead Zhou Lan out of this hell as soon as possible.

As soon as his body was light, He Si felt that the buoyancy of the water was huge, which made him unable to stand still.

His eyes turned white, he felt like he was walking in clouds, his whole body was soft, and his upper and lower eyelids were heavy.

I can't feel the pain at all, I really want to sleep in the clouds.

The bullet hit the surface of the water, and the water splashed with the whizzing sound, but he didn't feel scared or hurt.

He just wanted to sleep, to sleep deeply, very, very sleepy.

Du Yunfeng was floating in the hail of bullets, Zhao Xiaohu and several guards finally approached, and they went against the current, Du Yunfeng also tried his best to escape for his life.

Fortunately, the rope is pulled around the waist, facing the oncoming river water, and there are countless river eddies.

Zhou Lan lay tightly on his back. He was instinctively afraid of water, but he still looked back. Du Yunfeng heard him shouting "fourth brother!" in a daze.

Du Yunfeng was so angry that he almost threw him out, but in the end he just sighed, closed his eyes, and shouted to several soldiers: "Pull that dragger here too."

He Si was already in a trance, his face was as white as paper, and he couldn't see breathing.

It was also after Du Yunfeng went ashore that he put Zhou Lan on the horse's back with one hand, only to see He Si unconscious.

Du Yunfeng freed his other hand and slapped it hard, he shouted: "Don't let me save you for nothing!"

This roar was more refreshing than thunder, and He Si saw in a trance the big master of Black Eagle Mountain back then, and gave a loud voice to them small ones.

All the firepower of the Japanese devils was concentrated here. If it weren't for the wild wormwood by the river that affected their vision, Du Yunfeng and the others would have become lice on the bald man's head, and even blind men could hit them.

The Japanese army no longer besieged the city, and began to pursue frantically, but it was not a pursuit to death, but an attempt to encircle again and trap Du Yunfeng to death.

Du Lu's firepower in the water was overwhelmed by the loss of soldiers and generals, and it was at the end of its strength.

The people have been captured, and they must not fall short. Seeing that the encirclement is about to be completed, the enemies are looming in the wormwood in all directions.

Chinese soldiers like them would not end well if they fell into the hands of the Japanese.

Relying on his instinct, he led the remaining soldiers of No. [-] to break out in one direction. Du Yunfeng was behind Zhou Lan, pressing him on the horse's back, holding the rein with one hand, and shooting with the other.

His guards surrounded him on horseback, and people kept falling.

In the crowded crowd, Du Yunfeng suddenly caught a glimpse of a gap, where a Japanese officer surrounded by a small group of Japanese devils was holding a gun and giving orders.

It was definitely a subconscious reaction. Du Yunfeng shook his hand and shot.

For a very, very brief moment, he believed that the Japanese officer had seen him too, and they looked at each other through the shaking head and skirt.

The man's eyes lit up, and the muzzle moved.

Du Yunfeng believed that the gun must be aimed at him.

At the same time, he felt that the Japanese officer was very familiar, but he couldn't think of a reason for it.

But his hands were faster than his brain, and he made a decision early.

Across countless people, there was a "bang" shot.

He Si could see clearly, the bullet hit Imanobu Yaqing's eyebrow.

He purred his eyes and looked at Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan crouched low on the horse's back, facing the other side, obviously not seeing the fleeting scene.

Catch the thief and capture the king, the Japanese were in chaos, and they took advantage of the chaos to escape from death.

After fleeing for more than ten miles, they finally fled into a mountain after dark.

They were supposed to retreat overnight, but Du Yunfeng's men fought a fierce battle after a long-distance attack, and now they are exhausted, even the horses can't run anymore.

Besides, the two people who were snatched out were seriously injured, their will was unclear, and they looked like they would die at any time.

So they can only temporarily hide in remote places.

Autumn nights, the mountains are cool, and they dare not eat roasted things in a big way. These people can only find some wild fruits to fill their stomachs. Fortunately, people are hungry and crazy and can eat anything. The soldiers caught squirrels and mice, peeled them and ate them .

After eating, a few guards were left behind, and the people sparsely went to take a nap under the tree.

Several seriously wounded were carried into the cave. Zhao Xiaohu carefully built a fire in the cave. Afraid that the fire would attract the Japanese, he and a few soldiers built a simple door at the entrance of the cave with twigs of wormwood to block the fire. Part of the flare.

The small medical kit of the accompanying military doctor didn't have many items, except for scissors and gauze, there were very few medicines.

The soldier who was shot could only bite the branch to remove the bullet alive. Du Yunfeng was only scratched by the bullet. He bit one end of the gauze himself, and with the help of the other hand, he made a simple bandage on his forearm.

He didn't let the military doctor take care of him. His military doctor was cutting the cloth stuck to Zhou Lan's leg for the unconscious Zhou Lan.

The charred cloth stuck to the bloody pit. The military doctor cut off the burnt meat and cleaned it with alcohol. Du Yunfeng saw the leg clearly for the first time.

He knew that Zhou Lan would never be able to stand up straight in his life.

The smashed kneecap was mixed with severe burns, and Zhou Lan's leg was missing a large piece, as if a huge iron mouth had bitten off a half circle of bone and flesh.

"Traveler, Mr. Zhou's leg may not be able to keep it. Although I have dealt with it, the conditions are limited, and it may have to be amputated."

"Don't cut it," He Si said suddenly. He was lying half-lying against the stone, and his eyes never left the busy military doctor. "He lacks a hand, and he will lack a leg in the future. How can he live in the future?"

"Fuck you," Du Yunfeng was touched by him on the sore spot, thinking that he would not open which pot and lift which pot, "You know what." But he immediately turned to the military doctor, "Is there any way not to cut it?"

"Traveler," the military doctor injected Zhou Lan with an anti-inflammatory injection, and said without raising his head, "Even if you want to cut it now, you can't do it. We can only eliminate the inflammation first. We have to go to a hospital as soon as possible. Now we can only pray that the infection will not continue.”

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to treat He Si's wound, but there was still no anesthetic. He cut open He Si's pants and saw an irregular wound, "Oh, you..."

Whether it is a bullet wound or a knife wound, most of the wounds are neat, but He Si's wound is completely open, the edges are uneven, and the skin and flesh of the wound are turned out like a ditch. Looking at He Si, I suspect that this man has lost all his blood.

"Really awesome..." the military doctor said, using tweezers to pick out half of a rusty nail from He Si's leg. I dare to say that this wound was made by He Si himself. Pulled off.

Du Yunfeng looked at him without saying a word.

He thought, this bastard is already like this, and he didn't leave Zhou Lan behind.

The military doctor took out a glass needle from the iron lunch box, and was about to open the glass injection, but He Si suddenly raised his hand to stop him.

"There are only two left," He Si said, "Is there any left after I beat him?"

He looked at the unconscious Zhou Lan, and then at the military doctor.

The military doctor said: "It's about this time. If you have one, put it on first. Let me tell you, your rusty nails are even dirtier. It's not a joke to really get sick."

He Si shook his head, his whole body was about to collapse, and he felt dizzy after shaking his head.

Du Yunfeng, who was silent, suddenly said: "It will take at least three days to get to Shangqiu, and I will keep this medicine for Mr. Zhou."

The military doctor turned his head: "Traveler, don't even hit you?"

Du Yunfeng glanced at He Si, and said blankly, "No."

The wound was hastily healed, the personnel rested, and they had to hurry at dawn. This place is still occupied by the Japanese army, which is really dangerous.

After the fire was extinguished, Du Yunfeng sat in the dark with his arms around Zhou Lan tightly. He couldn't see He Si and didn't want to look at it, so he just raised his hand and threw a military blanket in He Si's direction.

I didn't think much about anything, and I couldn't waste a moment of recharging my energy. When I closed my eyes, the sky would dawn.

Du Yunfeng put Zhou Lan down lightly in the morning light, and he silently looked at He Si with closed eyes, without a trace of life.

He walked over, stretched out his hand, and put it on He Si's neck.

He Si gently opened his eyes.

"Oh, I'm still alive." Du Yunfeng said, and he left the cave with his hands down to pee.

He Si moved his mouth, but did not speak, he had a fever.

Because they were afraid that the Japanese would block the road, their team could no longer withstand fighting, so they could only walk around the mountains and go to those deserted places.

There were only a few horses left, so Du Yunfeng still gave He Si one, so dark, his face is now as white as a dead man.

He hates He Si, but if he wants to kill him openly, he can't be harsh on him.

In the deep mountains and dense forests, clusters of mosquitoes rushed towards people, and they couldn't be coaxed away. They buzzed and bombarded, and the remaining Du brigade team walked dully, flapping from time to time.

It is impossible for the Japanese to squat under such harsh conditions, so why not let the mosquitoes suck it up?

The wounded were covered with blankets because they were either unconscious or had injured hands and feet.

Zhou Lan didn't talk much when he was awake, but just looked at He Si from time to time, and he didn't hide from Du Yunfeng's gaze.

Du Yunfeng looked at him, and he looked at Du Yunfeng, but neither spoke.

After life and death, love, hatred, and hatred are all trivial things, as if separated from the previous life.

It's like an eternity.

Blood and fire have diluted the hatred between the two, and the mutual help between life and death is not because of the love in the past.

Not so much hate, of course, not so much love.

On the third day, He Si's legs began to be suppurated and infected, and the seamless flies laid maggots on the carrion.

The horse couldn't ride anymore, so Du Yunfeng simply ordered his subordinates to cut off the branches and make a stretcher out of military blankets.

Holding the branches with both hands, he looked at Zhou Lan who was lying flat. Zhou Lan squinted at him. There was a steep slope in front of him, and he failed to go up twice.

"I have something to tell you," Zhou Lan finally said. Du Yunfeng was tying ropes around his body. On such a steep mountain, he had to use both hands and feet, so the stretcher could only be carried as a stretcher.

The slope was too steep, and anyone who was not careful would have to climb down. He couldn't trust Xiaobing, so he had to go through this hurdle by himself.

Du Yunfeng glanced at him unexpectedly, his hands didn't stop, "Let's talk."

Based on his intuition, Zhou Lan is unlikely to say anything good at this time.

Sure enough, Zhou Lan forcefully forced a smile, and he said, "You never understood why you suddenly turned your back on you when you were fine at the beginning."

He Si was dragged in the team, he was lying on the horseback, covered with a blanket, there was a strange smell all around, marching in the mountains for a few days, all the people turned into mud monkeys wearing wounds, eating and drinking Sprinkle all kinds of smells, no one pays much attention.

He Si was a little dehydrated, showing a kind of waxy weakness. He couldn't lift his legs at first, but he couldn't even lift his hands these days. He couldn't lift up when eating. Zhao Xiaohu stuffed him this morning. A few mouthfuls of half-baked baked sweet potatoes poured him a bamboo tube of cool white open.

That's right, the wild sweet potatoes that Du Yunfeng gnawed raw, only a few cooked ones, all of which were given to the seriously injured.

At the front of the line, the conversation continued.

"Well," Du Yunfeng tied the knot on one side, and tied the rope on the other side, "You said I would kill you," he sighed, puzzled, "I don't think that's possible."

Zhou Lan gritted his teeth and stopped looking at him. The other self in his body forcibly jumped out. He felt that he had to say: "Actually, it's easy to explain. The hatred of killing one's father is not shared, and it's the same principle wherever you put it."

Du Yunfeng stopped.

After a while, he asked in a fluttering manner, "What did you say?"

"What Second Aunt told you is true, I burned Lao Du to death." Everything is difficult at the beginning, and so is speaking.

Such a difficult thing to say, once started, it will be much smoother. Zhou Lan, a dead pig, is not afraid of boiling water and continued: "I have explained the ins and outs of the story clearly when I was in the Zhou family ancestral hall. As for Lao Du..." He paused After a pause, he looked directly at Du Yunfeng, "He wants to cut off my mother and I's life, so I can only act first."

The rope unknowingly fell out of his hand, and Du Yunfeng was at a loss. He thought of thousands of possibilities, but he didn't think of this one.

To him, the past is a very vague scene, and only those related to Zhou Lan often have strong colors.In other words, he was not impressed by many people in the past, except Zhou Lan.

In other words, although the him in the past was also him, it was more like the him in his previous life.

In this life, at this difficult juncture, listening to Zhou Lan's talk about life and death, he felt extremely sad and indignant, and felt as if he had passed away.

He looked at Zhou Lan with incredible eyes, and murmured, "You..."

He intended to ask why he suddenly wanted to tell me this. He used to hide and refused to say it, but now he is as quick as beans in a bamboo tube.

But Zhou Lan only understood part of it, and he explained: "I tell you this just to let you understand that there are more grievances between the two of us than End, if you insist on saving me because I went to rescue you, then No need, if I die in the fire, I will only make up for the life I owe you, so you don't owe me anything, and you have no obligation to save me."

Du Yunfeng was silent.

He waved his hand to let the team move on, but he sat beside the stretcher expressionlessly, without saying a word.

As the team passed by, he couldn't figure out why there must be an inextricable life-and-death knot between him and Zhou Lan?

With his elbows resting on his knees, he buried his head deeply, worried to death.

And Zhou Lan also knew that Du Yunfeng would not kill him again as things had come to an end.

It's not right for them to love in this life, nor is it right to hate, in short, it's not right.It doesn't matter if there is a mountain or a water, it doesn't matter if there is a cycle of four seasons, and it doesn't matter, except for the hatred of killing your father, no one can resolve it.

Du Yunfeng is a bloody man, not everything can be forgiven.

But in Zhou Lan's heart, at the moment there is only one He Si who is so kind to him that there is no bottom line. Fate has brought them together by accident, he promised him, and there is only him in his heart, only him.

Today I made it clear that there will be no easy way to pretend to be deaf and dumb in the future.Then the road is facing the sky, let's each go on one side.

"Do you understand now?" Zhou Lan said softly.

Du Yunfeng muffled his voice and replied without emotion: "Understood."

"I'll go with him, we won't see each other for the rest of our lives, okay?" Zhou Lan asked.

Du Yunfeng was so sad that he shook his head vigorously, but he couldn't say anything against it.

After a while he raised his head again, his eyes were red, and he said with all his strength, "Good!"

But Du Yunfeng didn't leave those two people in the barren mountains. For two almost disabled people, if they were thrown in the mountains, they would die.

I don’t know if he hates it or is afraid. He really doesn’t see Zhou Lan anymore. The stretcher was dragged across the slope by two little soldiers tied to his body. Of course, Zhou Lan didn’t have the backbone to refuse to be rescued. .

After turning over the most treacherous mountain, the road behind was much better. Zhou Lan deliberately asked the soldiers to carry the stretcher closer to He Si, and he would talk to He Si from time to time.

He Si's fever was getting worse and worse. When Zhou Lan talked to him, he listened carefully, but he was too weak, and his answering voice was always disturbed by the sound of horseshoes. Later, he simply stopped talking and just laughed with Zhou Lan all the way. laugh.

"There's a strange smell in this barren mountain and wild mountains," Zhou Lan complained. He occasionally smelled it, and a little bit of it drifted over with the wind, sometimes not, and the autumn tiger was drying on his head. He was a little anxious. "It's especially obvious today."

Some soldiers gave him a strange look, but they didn't say anything, they were all on their way.

He Si smiled and summoned up his strength to comfort him. He said: "There is everything in the mountain, there is a little strange smell, it's nothing, it will be fine when you get out of the mountain."

He pulled the blanket to keep out the mosquitoes, and then he still smiled at Zhou Lan lying on the horse's back. Zhou Lan was lying on the stretcher, looking up at him, and felt that the young man's smile stretched his eyebrows and was extremely gentle.

"Master, can I discuss something with you?" He Si said again.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Lan asked, He Si looked very weak, and there was a request, it must be very important, "Are you in a hurry?" He asked.

He Si's voice was very soft, and he was completely different from the good-natured guy in the past. He only heard him say softly: "From now on, let's not be soldiers, okay? The remaining money is enough to live a lifetime without touching a gun. OK?"

Zhou Lan was stunned for a while, because he didn't expect him to make such a request. Can people like them live without carrying guns, killing people, or getting into trouble?

But He Si is serious. Although he is smiling, his eyes are full of sincere requests.

He Si moved his mouth, but because he was too weak, he didn't make a sound.

But Zhou Lan could understand, what he asked was "Is it done?"

"Okay." Zhou Lan hesitated for a moment, but agreed.

At the beginning, Du Yunfeng asked him if it was okay not to go abroad, if it was okay not to be a bandit, if it was okay not to work for the Japanese... None of them could shake him. He walked his own way step by step, wanting to give himself and the people around him A better life, but he lost them all.

So he said yes, He Si is already like this, and he is already like this, how much more must he miss before he is willing to look back?

He smiled at He Si, thinking in his heart that when he escaped from the pursuers and healed his wounds, he would take He Si home and never let him fight for his life again.

Where should I make my home?

I can't go back to Tianjin, how about going to Shanghai or Hankou?Let’s forget about Chongqing, the poor mountains and bad waters are all far away when you think of it.Or simply go further and cross the ocean, Switzerland is good, there is no smoke and war.

His spirit relaxed, and he fell asleep on the wobbly stretcher. He Si was half awake, but as long as he could open his eyes, he would stare straight at the person on the stretcher, and he couldn't see enough.

A day later, they finally arrived at Shangqiu, and when they got out of Dashan, the radio finally flew out, and Du's brigade's support troops arrived soon.

Song Shudong took the lead. He led the troops to the front and couldn't care about anything. When he received Du Yunfeng's radio wave, he cried and laughed and scared the communication team to death.

In the past four or five days, he has been fidgeting, and the more he thinks about it, the more he regrets it, his guts turn green - if Du Yunfeng never returns, wouldn't it be the same as killing him with his own hands?Why should I listen to that nonsense surnamed Ma, Zhou Lan is a thorn in the flesh of the Japanese, and will be shot to get rid of it sooner or later, why am I so impatient?

At least Du Yunfeng is still by his side, close to the water, why should he mess himself up first?

I don't know if it will end or not.

When he rushed to the mountain pass with his troops, he finally met the remnants of Du's brigade, who were more than half dead or injured.

"Yunfeng!" He yelled, he even forgot to shout from the passenger seat, he jumped off his horse and ran over, hugging the person in front of him fiercely.

Du Yunfeng was absent-minded, he neither hugged him nor pushed him away, but just stared at the team that came to meet him casually, as if his soul was still stuck in the middle of the way, unable to follow his body back together.

It was the officers who came after Song Shudong who made Song Shudong ashamed and refused to let go. Others hugged him to welcome the brigade, and his hug was too peachy and ambiguous to be seen in broad daylight.

The hospital in Shangqiu was requisitioned urgently, and the wounded soldiers were admitted in. Du Yunfeng re-bandaged the wound. His flesh and skin were healed. Except for his frowning when the gauze was soaked in alcohol and tore it down, he remained expressionless the whole time.

He didn't care about Song Shudong's busy work before and after running. He washed his face and body with a hot towel after washing.

At first, Song Shudong was very happy, thinking that after all, Du Yunfeng was in love with each other after beating and scolding, but he was still close to him in his heart. As a result, he went out for a while, and the orderly came in to help Du Yunfeng change his clothes, and he didn't refuse.

Ganqing Du Yunfeng now treats Song Shudong the same as everyone else.

I hated it before, but I don't bother to hate it now.

Both Zhou Lan and He Si were seriously injured, especially He Si, who had been unconscious since entering Shangqiu.

Du Yunfeng went to the operating room once. Zhou Lan's operation was done for a long time. When the operating light went out, a doctor came out sweating profusely. In the cool autumn season, the doctor's chest and back were soaked.

Du Yunfeng slowly stood up from the bench with a cold expression, just looking at the doctor, but refused to walk over.

On the contrary, Zhao Xiaohu was clever. After following Du Yunfeng for so long, he felt a little bit wrong, so he ran over to ask the doctor about the situation.

"The leg is saved." The doctor took off the white mask as he walked. He thought Zhou Lan was Zhao Xiaohu's officer, so he only spoke to Zhao Xiaohu. , The three of us worked hard for a whole day. If he recovers well, he may be able to stand up again in the future, so he needs to be taken care of. However, his burns are serious, and the burn department is still dealing with them. It may take longer. Just wait. "

"Oh, thank you doctor, thank you doctor." Zhao Xiaohu said repeatedly, and he turned to look at Du Yunfeng.

Du Yunfeng has been a few steps away, listening to these words with a blank face, and left without saying a word.