The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 35 Woman
On a raised cliff under the cliff, Xia Yuan leaned quietly on it, and there was a huge steep slope below, and there would be absolutely no bones left when he jumped down.

"Fortunately, there is a raised cliff here."

Xia Yuan's heart was pounding, and the feeling of the rest of his life still made him palpitate. He didn't stay here for long. After the enemies above left, he propped up his tired body and cautiously went down the steep slope.

The foot slipped, and the whole person fell to the snow.

Gritting his teeth, using the gun as a crutch, he stood up and continued to move forward.

"According to this speed, it is absolutely impossible to catch up with Qilian."

Taking a deep breath, Xia Yuan glanced at his abdomen through the moonlight. The bandage was already soaked in blood. He didn't know whether it was a shrapnel or a stone embedded in the wound. It would be fine if it was a stone, but it would be troublesome if it was a shrapnel. You must find a place to treat your body, otherwise, even if you are not shot to death, you will die of wound infection.

I don't have medicine on me.

After propping up his body and walking not far, Xia Yuan suddenly saw the light in the distance, his eyes fixed, and he quickly hid in a tree.

There is actually a road here. U.S. military cars are parked on the road below. A large number of U.S. soldiers got off the car and are heading up the mountain. Their voices can be heard from a distance.

"This is the unit of the US reconnaissance platoon. It was the battle just now that attracted them. They can't stay here any longer. If this continues, they will be discovered."

Xia Yuan gritted his teeth, observed for a while, and decided to walk in the opposite direction.

In fact, he couldn't tell which direction he was going in, anyway, he was right to go in the opposite direction of the enemy.

The moment is to live first!

Re-bandaged the wound, found a wooden stick as a crutch, put the gun on his back, covered his abdomen with one hand, and walked forward.

The wind was blowing, Xia Yuan staggered as he walked, the pain in his abdomen constantly stimulated his nerves, and the blood stained the cotton-padded clothes, fortunately his physique was different from ordinary people.

I don't know how long he walked, Xia Yuan leaned against a pile of rocks to rest, took out a handful of fried noodles from the grain strips, stuffed them into his mouth, it was dry and hard to chew, the dry fried noodles quickly absorbed the moisture in his mouth, Xia Yuan grabbed a handful Put the snow into your mouth, the cold snow will melt in your mouth, let the dry mouth be slightly moist, and eat the fried noodles with the snow.

Looking at his abdomen, blood was still oozing out, and the pain constantly stimulated his mind.

Xia Yuan took a deep breath, looked at the dark field around him, and didn't know where he had gone. With the only belief in his heart, he put eight bullets in the big eight-shot magazine and carried it behind his back. Holding on to crutches, keep going.

Excessive blood loss caused his body to become colder and colder, and he shivered slightly. Soon he saw a low house in the ravine.

Over the mountains, Xia Yuan's sense of time has become blurred, and he carefully touched down from the mountain. This is a small village located in a ravine. Many houses were bombed and collapsed by enemy planes, and there are bomb craters and bombed debris everywhere. The corpses are rarely complete, and the clothes on their bodies are traditional Korean high-collared clothes.

The smell of blood in the air has long since dissipated, and the snow on the ground has turned into dark red pieces of ice. The falling snowflakes covered the dilapidated corpses with a thin layer of snow, making the night in North Korea even colder.

Xia Yuan withdrew his gaze, looked around with his gun in his hand, and after confirming that the house in front of him was safe, he gritted his teeth and got into the house.

The house built of clay was trampled by US artillery shells on one side, and the cold wind was blowing through. Xia Yuan clutched his abdomen and came to a corner. He had just rested for a long time when there was a slight noise outside.

Xia Yuan opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed the gun in his arms, struggled to get up, and stared outside through the paper window.

Under the hazy moonlight, a petite figure was leaning towards this side, holding a stick in her hand, Xia Yuan saw it clearly, a woman, wearing worn coarse cloth, layer by layer, lifted up bloated , with a thick strip of coarse cloth wrapped around his head, covering his face.

Korean!
Xia Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, bared his teeth, it would have been better if it hadn't been the U.S. military, he cheered up, exposed half of his body, and whispered: "Who!"

The woman was obviously taken aback, she made a squeaking sound, and said in broken Chinese: "Nie Hao."

Xia Yuan didn't say a word, and it took a long time for a voice to come out: "Come in."

The North Korean woman didn't seem to understand what Xia Yuan said, so she hesitated for a long time before entering the room. Instead of walking in, she stood at the door and looked at the room quietly.

In the dark and cold room, only a ray of moonlight came in through the broken windows. The woman stood at the door, and Xia Yuan sat in the corner with a gun in his hand. After realizing that the woman was not carrying any offensive weapons, he put down the big eight grains, and lightly closed his eyes half-closed. Panting lightly, blood was still oozing from the abdomen.

The woman stared at him, noticed the wound on Xia Yuan's abdomen, turned and left the room.

Xia Yuan opened his eyes, there was no woman at the door, he twitched the corner of his mouth and did not call her, looked at the wound on his abdomen, blood began to ooze again, glanced at the health of the system, it had dropped to 70.00%.

This wound is not fatal, and if it is not treated in time, it will become fatal if it is not fatal.

I can't stay here anymore, I have to find the troops, otherwise I just escaped from Ascension, and I will fall into another abyss.

Just after struggling to get up, there were footsteps in the yard again. The woman came to the room with some things in her arms, came over and put them on the ground. Seeing that Xia Yuan was about to struggle, she hurried over. She gestured to Xia Yuan, Pointing at Xia Yuan's wound.

"You want to treat my wound?" Xia Yuan glanced at the things in the woman's hands, and through the moonlight, he seemed to be able to see that they were some herbs and some cloth torn into strips.

The woman didn't understand, she didn't know whether to nod or shake her head, she just stretched out her hand to lift Xia Yuan's clothes, Xia Yuan didn't stop her, pursed her pale lips, said nothing, only gasped when the wound was touched.

The woman raised her head to look at Xia Yuan, she moved more carefully, untied the bandage on the clothes, and opened the clothes to reveal the wound. There was a shell fragment in the wound, which pierced the cotton clothes. Fortunately, the cotton clothes resisted part of the impact. It was not deep, and fragments of shells could still be seen protruding from the corner, and the wound had turned black.

Xia Yuan looked down and grinned: "It's really shell fragments. I wonder why the health drops so quickly."

The woman seemed a little at a loss, she also saw the shrapnel, and looked at Xia Yuan hesitantly.

Xia Yuan handed her the bayonet on his body, "Is there any fire, burn it."

Feeling that the woman couldn't understand, he gestured with both hands, trying to depict the picture of the fire as much as possible.

The woman seemed to understand a little bit. Obviously, she also knew some common sense of sterilization. She found some dry wood, piled up some gravel in a corner, and used the gravel to block the light of the fire. Off, came to Xia Yuan's side, gesturing with his hands in the air.

Xia Yuan bit a piece of cloth in his mouth, and nodded: "Come on!"

The woman hesitated for a moment, and carefully inserted the knife into the wound on Xia Yuan's abdomen. For a moment, Xia Yuan's eyes widened, his breathing became heavy, his teeth clenched the cloth strip in his mouth, and his back was soaked in cold sweat.

The tingling pain was transmitted to the brain nerves one by one, the veins on his forehead were raised, and his hands were tightly clenched into fists.

The woman carefully raised the blade with the knife, and grabbed the shrapnel with the other hand, bit her lip and looked at Xia Yuan, and yanked the shrapnel on the ground by him, a lot of blood seeped out, and she couldn't help wiping the shrapnel. He rubbed his forehead, feeling some admiration for the soldier in front of him.

Putting down the knife, she mixed and chewed the herbs she had brought earlier with her mouth, put it on the wound, and wrapped a strip of cloth tightly around Xia Yuan's waist twice to tie it. clothes pulled down.

Xia Yuan exhaled heavily, looked at the woman, "Thank you."

The woman gestured, seeing that Xia Yuan couldn't understand, so she just sat aside, silent.

Xia Yuan, who had been tense for a whole day, could finally relax and rest. He leaned against the wall, holding the gun and soon fell asleep. The woman watched Xia Yuan fall asleep, and glanced at the gun in his arms and the 50s he was wearing. He lay down next to him with some inexplicable peace of mind, and gently closed his eyes to rest.

　Thanks for the reward of 'turn it into a card', thank you brother.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)