The strongest soldier

Hatred can destroy people, but it can also give people the courage and strength to live. Lan Xue found the strength to live, but Luo Zheng was suffering in a hot closed world, surrounded by countless lava, and he was about to destroy him. It was as if the person was being roasted to death or evaporated. He could not see with his eyes at all. It was all about feeling. An oppressive and suffocating heat swept over him. His breathing was stagnant, his air and lungs began to contract, clonus, and severe pain swept through his mind.

"Ah - water, it hurts!" A voice shouted from the soul, with endless anger and despair. Not long after, Luo Zheng felt a sweet liquid flowing down, but the flames around him were so strong that this little water couldn't help it. Doused it out and continued shouting: "Water, water——"

More water appeared, and the surrounding flames shrank as if they were suppressed. Luo Zheng felt that the surroundings were much better, at least it was not so hot anymore. He couldn't help but be surprised. Some memories slowly emerged, and his body consciousness gradually recovered. Luo Zheng suddenly Startled, something suddenly occurred to me: "Am I not dead? Or is this place hell?"

"Maybe it's hell, why is it so hot?" Luo Zheng was startled and tried to open his eyes to observe, but found that his eyelids were as heavy as mountains and could not be opened at all, so he had to give up. His fighting instinct suddenly awakened, and he pricked up his ears. , under the trend of muscle memory, the whole body becomes tense.

I don't know how long it took, but the surrounding flames rose again, as if they were going to burn people directly to ashes. Luo Zheng was horrified, and struggled instinctively, trying to escape the flames, but found that his body didn't obey the command at all, and he couldn't move. , only a faint consciousness is still there.

"Is he really dead?" Luo Zheng was horrified. He thought of Lan Xue, his family, and his comrades who lived and died together. An unwillingness and endless desire to survive surged up, and a voice came to his soul. She shouted from the depths: "No - I can't die, ah -!"

At this time, a stream of sweet water appeared again. Luo Zheng didn't care what it was or how it came from. He instinctively opened his mouth wide and drank in big gulps, hoping that these liquids could extinguish the surrounding flames and save himself from the sea of ​​suffering. He didn't know. No matter how much I drank, I felt that the fire around me had disappeared a lot. I couldn't help but feel ecstatic and continued to drink.

Gradually, the sweet water disappeared, and the surrounding fire became much smaller. Luo Zheng was overjoyed. Countless memories flooded into his mind, as if it was about to burst. A powerful tingling sensation also erupted, and his whole head was about to explode. When he opened the door, Luo Zheng was shocked, the desire to survive surged from the bottom of his heart, and he shouted with endless unwillingness and anger: "No--!" His body suddenly regained control, and he sat up suddenly.

His heavy eyelids suddenly lifted up and opened. A bright light flashed, which stung his eyes. Luo Zheng instinctively closed them. He didn't know where he was, but he felt like he was on a bed. He couldn't help but groped around. While pricking up his ears, he saw that there were indeed beds and quilts around him, and someone was saying something in surprise, but unfortunately he couldn't understand it. Luo Zheng was startled and suspicious. Could it be that Tang Tian's people found him after he jumped into the river?

Thinking of this, Luo Zheng was horrified. He secretly took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. After secretly checking his body, he found that his body was very weak. He didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, let alone resist. He had no choice but to secretly With a sigh, he felt his eyes adapt to the surrounding light, and gradually opened his eyes, only to find a young man in blue clothes and trousers in front of him, with a blue bandana on his head, looking at him with a surprised look on his face.

Surrounded by simple wooden houses, there was nothing modern in sight. All the furniture was made of wood, but there was a shotgun hanging on the wall. Luo Zheng was very familiar with this kind of gun. He had played with it a lot since he was a child. Looking at the young man intently, he held himself up and asked, "Where am I?"

The young man jabbered with excitement on his face. Unfortunately, Luo Zheng didn't understand a word. A huge feeling of exhaustion came over him. He felt dizzy and heavy. His body went limp and he fell down again. He fainted. The young man was shocked. , came forward to check, sniffed, opened his eyelids, and rushed out of the cabin, shouting something.

Not long after, the young man came in with three middle-aged people, and an old man. The old man had white hair and a gray beard, but his face was bright and energetic. The young man asked anxiously: "Master, what's wrong with this man?" How are you? You just woke up and said something I couldn’t understand."

The old man stepped forward to check, checked his hand for a while, and after pondering for a moment, he said: "I'm holding on to my life. I didn't expect this guy to be so tenacious. He could survive after lying down for five days and five nights. It's a miracle. Don't panic, everyone. He must be hungry. Go and prepare some light food. If he is weak, someone can help him turn him over."

A middle-aged man came forward, gently turned Luo Zheng's body, and slept on his side. All the clothes on Luo Zheng's body had been stripped off, revealing five scars. The old man observed for a while, then clicked his tongue in surprise and said: "This man's physique is extraordinary. I didn't expect it to be scarred. He survived five gunshot wounds. Good luck, just lie down."

The middle-aged man gently laid Luo Zheng down on his back, and the young man said happily: "Grandpa, that's your herbal medicine. Apply it to him twice and it will stop bleeding and grow flesh. In five days, scars will definitely form."

"Don't flatter me, is your dad in good health? He was shot by someone, or was it a shotgun bullet, and how many days did he lie down? He was shot with a steel-core bullet, but this guy's muscles are indeed amazing, and he is even harder. It's like wood, but it actually caught bullets. It's amazing. I'm afraid his identity is not simple. Let him leave when he recovers, so as not to cause trouble to us." The old man said, a hint of worry flashed in his deep eyes.

"I know, I'll make some broth for him." The young man agreed and left.

Several middle-aged people left the room. The old man brought a stool over and sat next to him. He looked at Luo Zheng closely and became worried. He didn't know whether the rescue this time was a blessing or a curse. He took out a cigarette from his waist in distress. The gun came, he lit it, and he took a few deep puffs. After waiting for a while, he saw the person on the bed slowly opening his eyes. He was startled and said: "Young man, wake up, tell me, who are you?" "

Luo Zheng opened his eyes with difficulty and saw that the boy had turned into an old man. He had white hair, showing the vicissitudes of life and love. There was a light smile on his face. There was no malice. He was speaking Chinese Mandarin, although it was not enough. Standard, but he could understand it. Luo Zheng was startled, slowly regained consciousness, opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "What is this place?"

"I am the owner of this village where our ancestors have lived for generations. Who are you?" Seeing Luo Zheng speak standard Chinese Mandarin, the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he is not a foreigner, it will save him a lot of trouble. Continue He asked, looking at Luo Zheng closely with his wise eyes, not missing a single detail.