Wanjie takeaway

Beckard reached out and pulled Weidao's sleeve: "The living environment in District 99 is as you can see. The people who delivered the medicine before were in charge of District 99. They were a little bit higher than us. They didn't reach the level of being in charge. Propaganda War and war are their business, they cannot control the highest decision-making, nor can they refuse the flames of war, as long as they move forward."

He was a little vague, and probably couldn't make it clear.

Wei Dao asked: "Is there someone in charge in District 99?"

Beckard smiled inexplicably: "Why not?"

He seemed to sigh inwardly before saying, "Area 99 is a backward place."

He paused, with an expression that didn't express his meaning: "The whole district has a unified leader and a huge and complicated government.

But since ancient times, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. The people above either only care about the top, or they only care about the few people who seem to be the most serious.What do we count?

It stands to reason that District 99 should also be governed by the highest level, just like District [-], but they will not manage our place at all, and they will not really send a leader who can help and have power.

Either pretending to walk around, or pretending to be a tiger, and then go back, just say, sing praises, the country is peaceful and the people are safe.

What do those words have to do with us?

The people above don't care about us, we have to control ourselves, and it's definitely not good to just push someone up.

At this time, there are also three, six, and nine classes in District 99.

Young people who obey orders become soldiers, and students and children who obey orders participate in propaganda. Once they become soldiers, they cannot go home. So many people are always needed on the battlefield. If they leave, they will be deserters.When the enemy hits the door of the house, everyone, regardless of gender, should contribute.

I don't know who is in command, I should have gone to the battlefield, but—”

Beckard gestured to Wei Dao for his leg, and smiled: "I wasn't in Area 99 before, they wanted to take care of me, and I was separated by a floor. On the way back, I was also injured, and I was almost fine, but I was still a little limp. It's not a big problem, you don't need a cane, and you can't see a big difference in walking, but they can't let a crippled child who has been injured be a hindrance."

Wei Dao looked at it and nodded.

Beckard grabbed Weidao's arm: "Go slowly, take care of me anyway, it's fine if you didn't know before, but now that you know, why are you walking faster and faster?"

Wei Dao: "Illusion, illusion."

Beckard didn't bother with this issue, and sighed, "Life after District 99 is much worse than District [-]. They always want to drive us out, and the two sides can switch places. How can it be so easy?"

Wei Dao's pace was much slower.

Beckard's speech speed also slowed down: "The head of the 99th district came from a certain bar, holding a wine bottle and telling everyone that we need more land and resources. So, I don't know when it started, the 99th district Everyone became fanatical. Everyone thought that this was indeed the case, shouting slogans of victory, and aggressively attacked the surrounding area.

We fought in District 98, District 89, and District [-]. Anyway, we went around a circle, won a lot, lost a lot, they fought back, we couldn't handle it anymore, and it should be over.Seeing it, it's just a matter of these few days. "

He smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, as if he was hiding a bit of sarcasm in the dark night.

Wei Dao was noncommittal and gave him a hand.

Beckard soon became active again. He adjusted his mentality, bouncing and pulling Wei Dao and asked, "Do you have anything else to ask? Or, should I just say something?"

Wei Dao said: "There is nothing to ask."

Beckard said a little disappointed: "Oh, it seems that you have no interest in this place at all, and you must not be interested in me either."

When he said such words, he seemed to have hidden a sentence for Night Breeze, saying quietly, you must hate me.

Wei Dao: "Why don't you talk about your own affairs? Say what you can, and forget it if you can't."

Beckard smiled and said, "Is there anything else I can't say? As soon as you mentioned it, I remembered, aren't you a person sent by the God Sect?"

Wei Dao: "God religion? Which one?"

Wei Dao didn't seem to know the name of Di Wei's sect until now.

Beckard said, "It's the Boundless Sea God Sect of Emperor Shengtian."

He read a string, Wei Dao didn't quite understand, he just said: "I don't know."

He really didn't know, but based on the word "Hai", he felt that it might have something to do with it.

Beckard was not discouraged either: "I don't know, let me just tell you.

We believe in the God of the sea. God is omnipotent. He is kind and fraternal. He has a broad mind. As long as we are willing to believe in it, he will give us enough seafood. We can get God’s love and mercy through prayer and offering, and we will one day will get everything you want.

Religion is a gathering place for believers. We share a common God and love, regardless of external conditions such as status and rank. God will bestow happiness and wealth on us. As long as we are steadfast, a bright future is at our fingertips.

Therefore, within the divine religion, we often help each other. Regardless of the time and place, we will be answered when we ask for help. God is guiding our way.

For example, you, I prayed to God and asked God for help, so God sent you to me. "

Wei Dao compared the two preaching versions he had heard, removed some of the meaningless words of gods and gods, and the difference still existed. It was obvious that Di Weilai's side sounded more powerful, and this side was much gentler. Perhaps, standing Becked in front of him was one of the heretics he was looking for.

Wei Dao asked: "Do you know anything about the hierarchical order within the Religion?"

Becker replied after a moment of reaction: "One thing, the leader is the highest leader of the divine religion, and all living beings in the religion are equal."

Wei Dao asked again: "There is no more detailed division, and there are no differences in the middle?"

On the contrary, Beckard asked strangely: "What is the division?"

He shook his head and said, "No, as far as I know, no."

Wei Dao nodded: "Then we can go back."

Beckard then turned around with Wei Dao, walked a shorter path, and soon reached the gate of the clinic.

When I went in, the nurse and the old doctor had already cleaned up the tables, chairs, dishes and chopsticks, and the living room was empty.

The wounded were all asleep, and Doctor Minghuo didn't know where he was. Beckard made a quiet gesture to Wei Dao, and the two huddled in a corner one after another overnight.

Early the next morning, the new wounded were brought in, and the clinic began to be busy again.

Because of Weidao's good performance, after discussing with Dr. Minghuo, the old doctor decided to let go of it a little bit. Even the amputation operation was handed over to Weidao. Weidao obtained the right to use the saw to pull back and forth on the living person.above board.

The cannon fire rang out again.

Beckard went in and out several times, and he didn't know what he was doing, and there was no shadow for a while.

Wei Dao's eyes were red when he saw the wound, and he was not very comfortable with a saw. He wanted to change it to a knife. It might be easier to cut off the part of the wounded person's limb that needs to be amputated, but when he couldn't perform an operation, he suddenly performed a magic As if pulling out a long knife that couldn't be here at first glance, he cut it off to the wounded.

Bear with it...bear with it.

Wei Dao took a deep breath, his nasal cavity was instantly filled with the smell of blood and dust, which almost made him spit out his breakfast.

The movements of his subordinates became rough, with a bang, Wei Dao tore off the half-sawed arm and threw it aside, another bloody mark appeared on the ground beside the bed, the wounded was struggling to wake up, Wei Dao knocked him out again with a bang past.

He is now much more proficient at knocking other people out.

Doctor Minghuo glanced at this side, then shook his head helplessly.

The old doctor was more blunt, and said loudly: "You bastard! Take it easy, these wounded are not silicone dolls you can do casually! They will die of pain! You fucking!"

Wei Dao nodded, as if he heard it.

Beckard passed by Wei Dao and handed him a glass syringe without cracks.

Wei Dao pulled out a piece of wood thorn residue longer than a hand from the thigh of the new wounded, and blood spattered out.

The nurse put a bandage on the treated wound, and couldn't bear to look directly at the wounded that Weidao was treating.

At noon, the wounded gradually decreased. When Wei Dao raised his head, the wounded around him were all lying on the bed, and no new ones were brought.

The old doctor scolded Wei Dao: "Stinky boy! What are you looking at? It's time to eat."

Beckard slipped in from the door again, pulled Weidao's sleeve, and said in a low voice: "The wounded have a lot of medical fees waiting to be handed over to you."

Wei Dao looked at him suspiciously, took off his gloves, washed his hands, and said in a low voice, "Don't give it to me, put it aside, have you eaten yet?"

Becked rubbed his stomach, and said with a hey smile, "No, didn't I come here to eat?"

Wei Dao nodded, shook off the water on his hands, sat on the ruined open space next to the clinic, stepped on a brick with one end turned up, and took a bite of the same black bread as before, and his teeth were also shaken. In order to fully exercise, I can bite off a piece of bread in one bite. It tastes like eating wood, and I feel a little nauseous.

He was not too hungry, but he had to eat, as if he deliberately disliked the food here.

Everyone can eat, but he has to be able to eat even if he can't. At worst, eat first, the food is stored in the stomach, and when the task is almost over, go back by yourself and find a place to vomit.

He couldn't fault the food, and although the black bread was dark and hard and dry, it was free and he didn't hate it.

Wei Dao has no psychological barriers, just swallow it and it's over.

Becked looked at him twice and said, "If you can't eat it, then don't..."

Wei Dao swallowed the food in his throat, and said in a low voice, "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep."

Beckard blinked his eyes and didn't know how to reply.

Wei Dao struggled to break off the part he had eaten, and stuffed the remaining pieces of black bread into Becker's hands: "Eat."