My Anti-Japanese Brigade

Chapter 5 Anesthetics are Lao Bai Gan!
"Hero?...Hero, just bear with it!... Li Dadao of the reconnaissance platoon, and two soldiers, in order to protect you, a great hero, have not come back yet!..." The soldier holding Qi Dabing's head, Replied so eccentrically.

Hearing this voice, Qi Dabing also understood a little bit, probably to save himself, that squad leader, who is called, went somewhere, and he became a scapegoat,...

"Life is miserable!...I beat up several devils, but I didn't expect to be treated unfairly here. I must report to their leaders in a while!..." Qi Dabing was complaining here, and his eyes Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the cold woman called Dr. Wu came over with a scalpel, and judging by her posture, she was about to use the knife.

"Stop!...Pause!...I'm not busy! Let me just ask, don't we use anesthesia during the operation?..." Qi Dabing asked weakly, covering his cheeks.

"Hehe!... There is no anesthetic, but there is a bone!..." The little soldier next to him held a pig's thigh bone, handed it to Dabing Qi, and said, "Come on! Big hero, bite it! ...Just two stabs in the head hurt, after the two stabs, you will definitely stop the pain, ..."

"Come on!... You are abusing, do you understand that you are abusing... Let me tell you, the Eighth Route Army is fighting for the common people. Now you are abusing the common people. This is a very serious problem of ideological style!..." Qi Dabing, yelling loudly there, if you kill him, don't suffer this knife again.

"Huh!... If you don't pull it down, let me tell you, if the bullet stays in your buttocks, the wound will become inflamed in two days, and then fester, and half of your buttocks will rot away!..." Dr. Wu let out a cry With a faint nasal voice, he stated the serious consequences for Dabing Qi, but he didn't have anesthesia if he wanted it, let alone his small guerrilla brigade, even the hospital in the rear might not have a few anesthetics,...

"Hehe!...Whose ass is going to rot?..." But at this moment, the door was pushed open, and an old man in military uniform walked in with a kind face. Judging by his age, he must be at least 50 years old. too much.

"Hello, Political Commissar Yan!..." Seeing the old man enter the house, all the medical soldiers saluted.And this person is Yan Li, political commissar of the Shuangyang Guerrilla Brigade of the Eighth Route Army.

"Political Commissar Yan?...Isn't that a very big official?..." Thinking of this, Dabing Qi shouted as if he saw the rescue, "Master Commissar Yan, help!...I am suffering from inhuman abuse !..."

"You're talking nonsense!...Who abused you?..." Dr. Wu raised his eyebrows. If he didn't take anesthesia, it would be considered abuse, and there would be no good people in this room.

"En!..." Political Commissar Yan raised his hand to suppress what Dr. Wu said behind him, walked to the bedside and asked kindly: "Hehe, isn't this the soldier Qi from Xiaoyangzhuang?... Come and tell me, How they abused you, as long as you make sense, I will criticize them!..."

"Hey!...Look, you are still my relatives...the two of them, it's the two of them, who threw me around like a toad, a seriously wounded person...you can always look after me , I suffered a gunshot wound, and I fought with devils all night... I am like that Changshan Zhao Zilong, among millions of troops, I took the head of the general, and I also took a big three-eight cap!... Huh! Where's my gun?..." Qi Dabing was frothing all over his mouth, and when he mentioned the gun, he remembered that his gun was gone.

"Okay!...Okay!...Your gun can't be lost, I'll put it away for you!..." Political Commissar Yan held down Qi Dabing's swaying body, then with a sullen face, he pointed at the two medical soldiers and said : "This is your fault, Comrade Qi Dabing, although he is not a soldier of our Eighth Route Army, he is the captain of the militia. How can you treat your comrades like this?... After a while, each person writes an inspection and submits Give me!……"

"Yes!..." The two little medical soldiers grinned and went about their business again.

"By the way! ... And this fierce woman, she wants to stab me with a knife, and she doesn't give me anesthesia. Isn't she trying to hurt me to death? ... Her intentions are sinister! ... Her intentions are sinister! ..." Dabing Qi also followed the example of Political Commissar Yan, pointing at Doctor Wu, but he was instantly killed by Doctor Wu's pattering eyes, stretched out half of his finger, and retracted it again.

"Hehe! There is really no anesthetic for this..." Hearing this, Political Commissar Yan also scratched his head, because the guerrilla brigade really didn't have this anesthetic. If he was a soldier of the Eighth Route Army, he could still do ideological work, but Dabing Qi They are the militiamen, and although the militiamen have the word 'bing' attached to them, they still have more elements of the word 'civilian'. Therefore, Qi soldiers cannot be required according to the standards of soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

"En!... Anesthetic,...there is anesthetic,...Xiao Wang, go and get the anesthetic and give it to our anti-Japanese heroes!..." Commissar Yan racked his brains and finally solved this problem, but His guard, Xiao Wang, was stunned, thinking that Commissar Yan had a fever, and he was confused. The guerrilla brigade did not have anesthesia. Others don't know, but you don't know?Let me get the anesthetic now, where can I get it?
"Political Commissar Yan, this!..." Xiao Wang spread his hands, which meant that I couldn't find it.

"Come here, let me tell you where is the anesthetic?..." Political Commissar Yan called Xiao Wang to him, whispered something into his ear.

"No!...Let the captain know that he must kill me. That's his lifeblood!...And Lao Zhao, that's an iron rooster. If you want to go to him to get things, he doesn't even have a window Ah!..." Just after hearing a few words, Xiao Wang's head fluttered like a rattle, and it was even more uncomfortable than letting him go to the front to kill devils.

"Go!... No bargaining is allowed. If you are found out, just say I want it, and it's an order. Everyone must obey!..." Political Commissar Yan's face darkened, and even Qi Dabing was a little scared. How dare Xiao Wang treat him like this? , ran away in a hurry.

And after Xiao Wang left, Commissar Yan asked some more about Dabing Qi's beating of devils last night, and he nodded frequently after hearing it. None.Cao Cao is better than Zhao Zilong in Changshan!
When Qi Dabing boasted that it would last for a quarter of an hour, Xiao Wang finally ran back and said with a smile: "It's stolen, they didn't see it,..."

"Nonsense!... What is stealing, this is borrowing!... Return them sooner or later..." Political Commissar Yan covered his mouth, very serious, and then took the Laobaigan and a few peppercorns from Xiao Wang's hand. come over.

"Look!... This is a high-quality anesthetic. Only a hero like you is worthy of using it. Come and taste it!..."

(End of this chapter)