The platoon leader smiled, and he patted Lei Zhen on the shoulder hard and said, "Good boy, I like it, what's your name?"

Before Lei Zhen could answer, a few sharp roars suddenly sounded in the sky. The two of them looked up together, and several mortar shells that could be seen with their naked eyes drew several beautiful small arcs in the air and smashed them hard towards the top of their heads. While calculating the bounce points of the shells in their minds, the platoon leader suddenly widened his eyes and shouted: "Fuck me!"

This kind of mortar shell will have a sharp howling sound when flying in the air. Its flight speed is not very fast and can be seen with the naked eye. As long as the reaction is fast, ordinary veterans can avoid such shelling. But the problem is that the platoon leader is now holding a Maxim water-cooled heavy machine gun and sitting behind a broken wall. He has not had enough time to stand up and then make military evasion actions.

"It's really over now..."

As soon as this thought was raised in the platoon leader's head, Lei Zhen raised his foot and kicked him hard on the butt. An unstoppable force came over, and he actually kicked him and his heavy machine gun with him, like a ball, and kicked him more than ten meters away.

"Boom! Boom!! Boom..."

The platoon leader continued to roll on the ground, and several mortar shells hit the ruins of the small attic. A metal-burning aura mixed with a large number of shrapnel hit hard. The platoon leader who escaped this disaster looked blankly at the small attic that was baptized by the shells again. His whole body was lucky to be unharmed except for a burning pain on his butt like a bull hit. But his heart fell to the bottom in an instant... Lei Zhen saved him, but he himself did not have time to escape!

"Boy, how about it? Are you dead?"

Lei Zhen did not answer. How could a person who was still behind the ruins and was bombarded by several mortar shells in succession be safe and sound?!

The platoon leader lay on the ground, staring blankly at the ruins that had been completely covered by gunpowder, and a sour feeling suddenly hit the soldier's heart. He really liked Lei Zhen and really wanted to help this man, so he offered an invitation to fight side by side to a stranger like Lei Zhen. Now, he didn't even know the other party's name...

A gust of wind mixed with the moisture of the Suzhou River blew over, taking away the heavy smoke. When the platoon leader looked in the ruins with unconcealed anxiety, he happened to meet a pair of dark and shiny eyes.

It was Lei Zhen, he was not dead. He had successfully avoided the bombardment of several mortar shells under the impossible circumstances.

Looking at Lei Zhen, who was hiding in the corner, pressing as close as possible to the wall, and reducing the area under attack to the lowest possible level, the platoon leader couldn't help but express a relief expression, "It's fine, you're so awesome, you can't kill you..."

"Fuck me, what the hell did you do?!"

Looking at Lei Zhen, who was huddled in the corner of the wall, he was stunned. Everyone who looked at Lei Zhen was shocked. The heavy breathing sound suddenly filled this battlefield where storms were about to come.

If Lei Zhen hadn't saved his life just now, if Lei Zhen's arm was not flowing with blood, it was obviously scratched by shells. If Lei Zhen wasn't his subordinate, the platoon leader would have pulled out and shot the bastard in front of him without saying a word!

Faced with several mortar shells at such a close range, Lei Zhen did not suffer any fatal damage. The most important reason was that he retreated to the corner of the wall in time, but at the moment when the shell exploded, Lei Zhen picked up a corpse on the ground, treated him as a shield, and directly blocked him on his body.

Looking at the corpse that had already been extinct but was bombarded again by mortar shells and had become terrible, the platoon leader's eyes turned red. That was his brother, a hero, a martyr who had just dedicated his life in the war to defend his country! And in order to survive the shelling, this bastard actually regarded this body as a shield to save his life! In the eyes of a soldier who regarded honor as more important than life, it was definitely the most deviant and unforgivable crime.

The platoon leader looked at Lei Zhen, who looked ordinary, as if he had done something very ordinary, without any shame at all. His lips kept trembling up and down. He pointed his finger at his nose. At this time, he really wanted to shout loudly, but Lei Zhen did not avoid shelling in time just to save him. What qualifications do he have and what position should he use to scold such a man who was injured in order to save him?

The platoon leader glared with his eyes wide open, feeling a sense of depression stuck in his chest, and he could not spit it out. He just lay on the ground, staring straight at Lei Zhen. It was not until he sucked a few breaths of air with a strong smell of gunpowder that the platoon leader finally recovered. He screamed: "Bastard, bastard, I would rather you didn't save me just now!"

"knew."

Lei Zhen put down the corpse in his hand that was covered with shrapnel and was blown to pieces, picked up the rifle he had just thrown to the ground, and while pulling the bolt to check whether it was damaged, he said calmly: "I won't save you again next time."

"you……"

The platoon leader looked blankly at the man in front of him with a serious expression. He really didn't know what Lei Zhen was thinking in his head. He had been traveling around the army in his life and was well-informed, but he had never seen a person like Lei Zhen who could never be used to speculate with common sense.

No wonder this bastard boy who has to bring a dog everywhere he goes, can have beastly instincts and keen intuition, and his feelings are purely an incompletely evolved Beijing Zhoukoudian ape!

With his bloodshot eyes, he stared at the bastard boy in front of him, and looked at the Japanese soldiers who were getting closer and closer and were about to launch a fierce attack on the Sihang Warehouse again. The platoon leader gasped for a few more breaths before hissing: "Boy, listen to me, I saved you once, you saved me once, we are even between us, and no one owe the fuck. When we repel the Japanese attack, you can go as far as I can, don't let me see you again! Did you hear it?!"

Lei Zhen did not answer. He stretched out his arm that was still bleeding from the shells, and asked his son to stick out his tongue and licked it a few times, licking all the mud and steel debris around the wound, which was considered to be disinfected. Looking at the wound that was more than half an inch deep on his arm, looking at the muscles blooming outward like a baby's lips and the blood flowing outward, Lei Zhen couldn't help but frown.

Lei Zhen took out a boy scout from his pocket to help the refugees, and picked out a roll of black cotton thread and a steel needle from the needle bag. Under the gaze of the public, Lei Zhen actually used such a set of needles and threads to sew clothes to perform an absolutely rough but effective sewing operation on the wounds on his arm less than two minutes before the Japanese soldiers launched an attack.

He watched the thick steel needle pass through the muscles on Lei Zhen's arm again and again, and watched Lei Zhen pull the rough cotton thread through the muscles that were flipped on his arm. Since the battle was about to begin, he sewed too fast and tried too hard when pulling the cotton thread. After the cotton thread straightened in the air, it would even make a slight sound like cotton. As Lei Zhen's big hands and feet were moving, large blood beads were brought out. Looking at the absolutely inhuman scene in front of him, everyone felt their teeth were sore. Although the needle and thread in Lei Zhen's hand did not penetrate into their bodies, the corners of their eyes were jumping non-stop.

Lei Zhen put a knot on the wound that absolutely had no beauty. He pulled off the tie on his neck that looked like a rope no matter how he looked. He treated it as a hemostat bandage and tightly wrapped it around the wound so that it would not be cracked any more. After doing this series of work, Lei Zhen tried to stretch his arms. Although the blood quickly penetrated the tie from the wound, Lei Zhen still nodded with satisfaction.
Chapter completed!