afterglow

Chapter 188 Please Prove I'm Sick
The falling Yi-15 hit the ground and burst into a large cloud of flames, black smoke straight into the sky, and the loud rumbling sound made Zhou Changfeng, whose heart was already pounding, feel as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

He took out a cigarette with slightly trembling hands, but he couldn't find the lighter after a few touches, but he saw that the barrel of the machine gun had been overheated due to continuous shooting, so he reached out and poked the cigarette on the barrel.

The dark red barrel is like a cigarette lighter, and the cigarette is lit with a "beep".

Some aviation machine guns do not use heavy barrels, because the airflow is fast and the temperature is low, and the barrels dissipate heat faster, but on the ground, light barrels are naturally more prone to overheating.

At this moment, people who had escaped the air raids rushed to the road, and some of them cried and shouted and went straight to the section of road that was just tens of meters away from the bombing.

Adala didn't drive on the messy road, but drove slowly along the road in the wild land beside it.

On the left is the scene of the tragic air raid. To be honest, Zhou Changfeng couldn't bear to look directly at such a scene.

The approximately 70-meter-long road section was strewn with the corpses of more than [-] civilians, and more than [-] wounded soldiers and militiamen also fell in a pool of blood.

Indiscriminately attacking civilian teams for the sake of five trucks?It's simply inhuman.

Just as he was about to pass through this section of hell on earth, Zhou Changfeng saw a few familiar figures out of the corner of his eye, so he hurriedly told Adala to stop.

I saw the children of the apartment building where I stayed these days were gathering together at the moment, and the little girl named Alyssa was lying on a female corpse and crying loudly.

After approaching, Zhou Changfeng immediately recognized that the female corpse was her sister.

At first glance, it is estimated that the heart was hit by the metal fragments of the truck that were blown up by the explosion shock wave during the escape.

"Does her family still exist here?" Zhou Changfeng asked, although he has become familiar with each other these days, he doesn't know the family situation of these children.

Adala translated his words into Spanish and the children's answers into Chinese.

"No, Alisa's father was killed by rebels in Madrid, and her mother was also killed by a plane while working at a power plant in Guadalajara."

"Then where are the two sisters planning to go?"

"To Tarancon, where their uncle runs a grocery store."

Zhou Changfeng nodded, turned his head and said: "Adala, ask the people around to see if anyone is also going to Tarankon, and take this little girl there by the way."

So Adala asked loudly, and many people just glanced indifferently, then walked forward with their heads down.

After a while, five or six young people gathered together, and the leading young man said, "Sir, we are reporting to the Tarancon boot camp. We can help."

As he spoke, he proudly showed a rough and unclearly printed service certificate.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Zhou Changfeng felt that these people were trustworthy, so he took out a few competition towers.

The young man hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted.

The car restarted and gradually accelerated.

One of the downed Yi-15 fighter jets landed in the southwest direction, less than [-] meters away from the road.

The wreckage of the plane was still burning, and several militiamen leaned against the flames, using their shovels and crutches, and pulled the corpse of the National Army pilot out of the driver's seat.

After being roasted by the flames for so long, the corpse was already burnt, and the items on it and the flying glasses made of celluloid had also been melted, giving off a strange smell mixed with grilled steak and burnt plastic. smell.

The militiamen probably wanted to check if there was any information that could be collected, but found that the flight log had been charred, so they left helplessly.

As soon as they left, the civilians onlookers rushed forward, swearing, kicking, and smashing with shovels, and the pilot's body was smashed into pieces in a blink of an eye.

"It's his own fault." Chen Guangyun said casually, "Even if he's not dead, he should be shot."

All actions have a price, and the vile and cruel acts of blatantly attacking civilians are undoubtedly crimes against humanity, and are not worthy of the treatment of prisoners of war.

All the way silent, when night fell, the three arrived in Chinchon.

After staying in a hotel, Zhou Changfeng rarely went to the store to buy a bottle of wine, and then drank it alone on the balcony.

Rich, dry brandy irritates the throat, but the spicy sensation quickly turns sweet and fiery.

Before you know it, a bottle of brandy has bottomed out.

There is a saying that "drunkenness is three minutes sober". For people with normal alcohol metabolism, it is actually not easy to completely drink a piece of alcohol. Most people still have a certain degree of consciousness even when they are drunk.

The half-drunk Zhou Changfeng was full of thoughts, various scenes and imagining many possibilities kept appearing in his mind.

He has always felt that he is not as full of international spirit as the older generation, but what happened yesterday and today has deeply hurt his heart, and he can empathize with such a cruel situation.

Also, Enrique's sarcastic remarks disgusted him very much.

Such scum is really disgusting!
"Damn it, I stole all my notebooks! Idiots."

Because of his emotional instability, the drunk Zhou Changfeng uttered nonsense after a while, so that Chen Guangyun hurriedly pulled him back from the edge of the balcony. It would be embarrassing if he accidentally fell off.

The next day, morning.

A hangover feels really bad, with headaches, nausea, and nausea.

Zhou Changfeng, who was still in a bad mood, stood in front of the balcony. After a long time of entanglement and weighing, he took a deep breath and finally made a decision in his heart.

"I don't feel well, go to the hospital." He turned and said.

Chen Guangyun, who was writing and drawing with a blank paper, raised his head in surprise, "What's wrong? I'll go with you."

"No need, you and Adala can keep it, I can go by myself."

Under the worried and puzzled eyes of the two, Zhou Changfeng straightened his clothes and left the hotel.

Zhou Changfeng, who was dressed in a cross-collar uniform different from the European military uniform and with a knife on his waist, attracted a lot of attention on the street, but it was also convenient for him to ask for directions.

After arriving at a luxurious mission hospital, he was slightly surprised by its decoration style - wide and large glass windows, exquisite ceiling paintings, and shiny tiled walls.

This is a hospital?It looks as good as a museum or a church, it's fancy.

After waiting patiently outside the clinic for a quarter of an hour, it finally arrived.

After he entered, the middle-aged doctor was slightly taken aback, not knowing how to communicate, but Zhou Changfeng took the initiative to try in English, and then he was able to continue.

"Sir, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I'm not sick."

The confused doctor pushed his glasses, thinking he was joking, so he also smiled and said, "Then why are you here?"

Zhou Changfeng replied solemnly: "I want you to prove that I am sick, um... tuberculosis."

(End of this chapter)