Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 127 126, Huang Feihong's Guarantee

126,

It has been several days since I came to the Chinese labor camp.

In just a few days, Huang Feihong won the respect of everyone with his medical skills and character.But respect does not mean acceptance. There is always an invisible barrier between him and the Chinese workers in the camp.

All along, Huang Feihong thought it was just a matter of living habits, but today, he discovered the problem.It turns out that it has nothing to do with habits, it is a matter of attitude.

attitude towards life.

Everyone has their own hopes and hopes in their hearts, and the Chinese laborers are no exception. They either return home with the dollars they earned, and return to their hometown in glory, or take root here, marry wives and have children, and spread their branches and leaves.

They work hard every day and bear the burden of hard work in order to realize the hope in their hearts, but as the days go by, they learn a word called: elusive but unattainable.

Hope is ahead, but no one knows whether we can live until the day it comes true, just like a book, no one even reads it, and there is no motivation to write it down.

If you don't write well, you can reopen it. If you don't live well, you can only suffer.

There is no chance to do it again in life, some just carry on with heavy burdens, but for these helpless Chinese workers, even the chance to survive through hardships is not very stable.

When a person dies, he dies. No matter how good the hope is, it is meaningless. In the end, he has to be buried in the ground with a handful of loess along with the body of the owner.

A person's indifference may be due to character, but what can make a group of people indifferent can only be the environment.When you can't control your own life and death, how can you care about others.

The burial of the bodies continued, but fewer and fewer wounded were carried into the tents.When it was close to evening and all the burial work had been completed, there were still seven wounded lying in the empty tent waiting to be disposed of.

Among the seven people, except for the wounded man whose head was covered with a white cloth, the remaining six Huang Feihong didn't know how to treat them.

The Chinese workers who finished their work returned to the camp in the south one after another. Even the two Chinese workers who were injured in the tent walked back supporting each other.Huang Feihong and his master and apprentice were left in Armadillo Town by the deputy sheriff in the name of taking care of the wounded.

Looking at the Chinese workers going back in twos and threes outside, and seeing Uncle Han's back staggering and turning his head three times, a sense of hesitation and powerlessness surged into Huang Feihong's heart.

He couldn't help anyone outside the tent, and he couldn't save anyone inside the tent, and under the threat of gunpoint, he didn't even have the right to choose whether to stay or go back and forth between the inside and outside of the tent.

Under the organization of the Deputy Sheriff, the residents of Armadillo Town set up tents near the unburned horse farm in the north, and the cavalry squad also lived and camped in the west of the town. Only Huang Feihong and his tent stayed alone near the ruins .

The corpses of the cavalrymen should have been buried, but the stench of burning still lingered among the ruined walls, making several people sick.

The setting sun was like blood, seeping in through the gaps in the tent, followed by Aunt Thirteen who came to deliver dinner and Guijiaoqi who was limping.

In addition to steamed buns and pickles, the food box that Thirteenth Aunt sent them was also steaming porridge. Even though Huang Feihong had no appetite, he still took the rice bowl when faced with the steamed buns that Thirteenth Aunt had personally steamed.

A young lady who returned from studying abroad, with ten fingers not touching the spring water, was willing to follow him, and went all the way to this place where the birds don't shit to suffer, and even learned how to cook steamed buns for him. I feel a little uncomfortable, even if I can't think about throwing myself into the river, I have to eat this meal first.

The taste of the steamed buns was good, coupled with the still hot porridge, not only Huang Feihong felt his appetite was whetted, but even the Yacasu who started it together praised him.

"Is it delicious, Feihong?"

"Delicious, really fragrant." Huang Feihong nodded while eating.

"It's delicious, this is the first time I've made it," Huang Feihong's compliment made Thirteenth Aunt blush:

"In a few days, I will learn how to cook porridge for you."

"Thanks for your hard work."

With such a confidante, what more could a husband ask for.

"It's not hard work. I can't help you much in the camp. I can only learn to make something to eat. Come and have another steamed bun, and you will eat it too. There is still under the food box."

People who practice martial arts can eat, not to mention they have helped all afternoon, and the water and rice have not been eaten, so they are hungry.Seeing the three of them devouring their meals in a hurry, Thirteenth Aunt smiled contentedly:

"Eat more if it tastes good. You haven't had a good meal and rest since you came here. You see a doctor every day. There are always patients around you. You master and apprentice don't even have time to talk. By the way, when will you Can I go back? Do I have to stay here tonight?"

Aunt Thirteen asked subconsciously, but found that Huang Feihong, who was eating happily, froze there.

"What did you just say, Young Master?"

"I said when can you go back, do you have to stay here tonight?"

"It's not this one, it's the previous one."

"I said that you haven't rested for a long time. You are busy treating diseases all day long, and there are always people around you. You don't even have time to talk."

That's right, since they came to the Chinese labor camp, their master and apprentice have been staying in the camp busy treating illnesses and saving lives, and there are always sick people waiting to be treated around them. It has been a long time since the master and apprentice got together alone like today.

Is this a coincidence?

A thought that should have been thought of long ago but didn't dare to think of it suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, making Huang Feihong shudder, and the half of the steamed bun he was holding was turned into a ball of mud by him.

"Look outside, don't let others in, and you don't come in either."

Huang Feihong put down the bowl and chopsticks, turned around and entered the tent, and rushed to the wounded person lying inside in three steps at a time.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Huang Feihong yelled in a low voice, with anger and fear in his voice.

The tent was eerily quiet. In the time it took to eat a meal, two of the seven people died, and the remaining five were still unconscious.

Huang Feihong didn't talk nonsense, he poked it with his finger, and the wounded man who had just been lying down and pretended to be dead immediately jumped into a live fish that had just landed on the shore.The covered white cloth was thrown out, and a pair of black and white eyes were opened on the face covered with dried blood.

"You~ want~do~what~what~"

Bright red sweat oozed out from under the skin of his face, but before Dai Pingan, who was covering his abdomen, could breathe, Huang Feihong had already pulled him up from the ground by his collar.

"I should ask you this, what do you want to do?"

"Huh...huh..."

The severe pain made Dai Pingan gasp heavily, and it took him a long time to laugh out loud:

"Hehe, what do I want to do? Can't you tell, Master Huang, that of course I tried to sneak into the cloth merchant's barracks, hehe."

Dai Ping'an's voice came from the bloody head, but there was only a bulge on that face, and there was no movement of opening his mouth, which was indescribably weird.

Huang Feihong stretched out his hand to grab Dai Ping'an's neck, and forcibly removed a piece of living skin from the bloody head, relying on the drying of the blood to stick it on.

Underneath the skin was Dai Ping'an's blood-stained, proud and ferocious face.

"The soldiers with minor injuries have been sent back. You stay here to die! Don't play dumb, Dai Ping'an, you know what I'm asking,"

Huang Feihong gritted his teeth and asked:

"It's not a coincidence, is it? Why did you pay the few of us alone? By the way, there are also Hei Erqing, the two brothers, and you also did it on purpose!"

"For fishing, of course you need bait."

"What fish to catch?"

"Of course it's fresh fish that become fat by eating their own kind. Master Huang, haven't you already guessed it?"

Even though he had thought of this possibility before he came in, Huang Feihong still couldn't help being shocked when this fact was revealed.Dai Pingan also used this to break free from his hand, picked up the white cloth that fell from the ground, and wiped the blood scab on his face in vain.

"You are a good person, a very good person, even if they are so good, they are not willing to betray you, hehe, that's great, but others may not be sure. In front of the bounty, under the gun, who can trust anyone these days, Maybe someone is already on the way to report the news at this moment, if not, they may do it themselves and take the head to receive the reward."

"This is impossible……"

Huang Feihong, whose face was pale, couldn't help taking a step back.

"Impossible? Hehe, is it really impossible? Master Huang, why do I always feel that the bowl of porridge you just drank tasted very fragrant. I seem to have smelled it somewhere. Would you like to have a bowl for me too?" .”

Dai Ping'an smiled, but the scabs on his face that couldn't be wiped off made him extremely hideous:
"Don't worry, Master Huang, we won't mess around. As long as the people in the Chinese labor camp are as honest as you think, I promise that the world will be peaceful tonight."

Can Huang Feihong guarantee it?
He dare not.

(End of this chapter)