The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 2212 Thin Ding Shang Zhen

Under the scorching sun, more than 400 able-bodied men were escorted by soldiers all the way south. This was already the fourth day of their journey south.

The able-bodied men did not walk fast, nor could they walk fast. One reason was that they were divided into groups, with each group having at least five or six people and at most ten or so. The number of people in each group depended entirely on the length of the ropes that bound their hands.

The second reason is, who can walk fast if they only eat one meal a day, and that too at a watery meal?

With a plop, a strong man dived down.

It was obvious that he was no longer conscious. Even the posture in which he fell was strange, with his butt slightly raised as he lay sideways on the ground.

Several people were tied up with a rope, which was already very tight. When he fell down, the strong men in front and behind him were naturally implicated and were also shaken. Although they did not fall down, they either squatted or sat down.

"Sir, he has heatstroke!" shouted the companion behind him who was knocked down by the fallen soldier.

Two soldiers came up, and one of them kicked the young man on the side of his face, turning him around mercilessly.

Although there was a dusty shoe print on the side of the young man's cheek, it could not hide his pale face, closed eyes and rapid breathing.

Moreover, he was already twitching, a sign of heat stroke.

"Platoon leader, another one falls!" the soldier reported loudly.

"Throw it down!" someone in front shouted, but he didn't even look back.

"Sir, he just has heatstroke and can still be saved. He will die if he is thrown down like this." At this time, the guard who was right in front of the man who had heatstroke said.

"Huh?" The soldier who was untying the rope around the young man's wrist raised his head and glanced at the young man who was speaking.

He was called a strong man, but to be honest, this strong man who was pleading for the man suffering from heat stroke gave him the impression that he was skinny! Really skinny!

This is not a strong man, this is clearly a skinny man! A skinny man with skinny legs!

"Fuck, you still care about others? I see it's you." The soldier was very dissatisfied with the words of the person who was begging for mercy, and his answer was extremely vicious.

The thin man didn't say anything, and everyone saw that the soldier was still untying the rope on the unconscious man's hands.

"This bundle is too damn solid!" The soldier tried hard to untie the knot with his hands, but the knot was indeed difficult to untie.

"If they are not strong enough, why don't they just herd the sheep? We can't kill them all, can we?" His companion next to him disagreed.

When they captured the able-bodied men, they were tied up. Just as he said, if the ropes were not tied tightly, wouldn't the able-bodied men have already been herding sheep?

Finally, the soldiers untied the ropes on the hands of the man who had suffered from heatstroke.

"Get the hell up and keep going!" the platoon leader in front shouted loudly.

But at this moment, the thin guy in the middle who had already stood up suddenly said, "Brothers, please help us carry him under the shade of the tree. Maybe he can recover!"

No one expected that at this time this skinny man who could hardly protect himself would still have such a chivalrous heart. The strong men who were tied to the same rope with him were stunned.

"You are already a clay Buddha, and you still have the heart to care about others?" The soldier who had just untied the rope started to curse, and then he raised the butt of the gun in his hand.

But the thin guy just looked at him and didn't intend to leave immediately. Instead, he said, "I hope that there will be a day like this for us, and others will not throw us alive on the road."

Shou Ding's words worked, and the strong men in his group gathered here.

You know, there are hundreds of strong men among them. Because of the fall of the strong man just now, the team has stopped and everyone is watching.

When creatures feel sympathy for their own kind, the fox mourns when a rabbit dies.

When they saw that skinny guy standing up for his companion who was only suffering from heatstroke and should still be saved, the strong men from other groups also came over.

There were just several people tied up with a rope, some wanted to move and some didn't want to move, and when the rope was pulled, the team seemed a little messy.

"Are you looking for a beating?" The soldier got angry because he didn't expect that the skinny guy would incite others.

"What are you all arguing about?" At this time, the platoon leader in front finally turned around and rushed over after hearing the noise.

"Sir, we just want to carry this brother who has suffered from heatstroke to the shade of the tree to cool down. It won't take much time." An older man also spoke up. The platoon leader looked at the mess, frowned, and finally waved his hand impatiently.

With the superior's agreement, the matter was settled. The able-bodied men, led by Shou Ding, hurriedly carried the man who had suffered from heatstroke to the shade of a tree by the roadside and laid him on his back.

To be honest, it didn't take much effort for so many people to carry a person suffering from heatstroke to the shade of a tree. After all, there were so many people, and the shade of the tree was right on the side of the road.

After putting the man down, the thin guy did not forget to reach out and pinch the philtrum of the man who had heatstroke.

His attack was quite ruthless and the man reacted immediately. Shou Ding also reacted quickly and walked back without waiting for the man to wake up and stand up.

This made the soldier who held a grudge against him want to use the butt of his rifle to hit him again, but he saw that the platoon leader was looking at him, so he did not hit him after all.

The able-bodied men, escorted by the soldiers, set out on their journey again. It was a long journey, and this was already their fifth day of traveling south, and they had no idea when it would end.

The thin man who had stood up for the man in the team who was suffering from heat stroke was of course Shang Zhen.

He really couldn't help but say this. The strong man who suffered from heatstroke was the seventh person to fall in the team.

He really couldn't stand it. Chinese people shouldn't bully Chinese people like this!

To be honest, Shang Zhen had never been drafted into the army, although he knew that life as a draftee was very hard.

But after being drafted into the army this time, he truly experienced the suffering of being a draftee with no one to turn to.

Several people were tied together in groups, with no personal freedom. They ate, drank, defecated, urinated and slept together, and were driven by soldiers with guns like cattle.

Shang Zhen originally thought that he had been to the gates of hell again. Although he could not understand the difference between life and death, he knew what to do for the rest of his life.

But now he discovered how precious freedom is!

When you are unlucky, everything goes wrong!

My wife is missing, so I have to go out and look for her, right? Unfortunately, my physical fitness is not as good as before, and without my gun, I am just like everyone else!

The soldier just now did not hit me with the butt of the gun. If he really did, not only would a veteran like me be injured, but wouldn't that be humiliating?

What the hell, I better find a way to escape.

But when Shang Zhen thought about how to run away, he got a headache again. If it was easy to run away, he would have run away long ago.

But how to run? First, I have to loosen the rope on my hand.

How to loosen it? Shang Zhen continued to have a headache.

The team of able-bodied men and soldiers continued to move south, and another day passed in the hardship. But just when they began to rest at dusk, Shang Zhen suddenly discovered that someone had figured out how to free his hands. This method was not difficult, but he just couldn't do it!

"Report to the commander, they are plotting to escape!" someone suddenly shouted.

This shout sounded so real and concerned them so deeply that all the able-bodied men stood up and looked towards the source of the shout.

Shang Zhen also wanted to look, but there were too many people in front of him and all he could see were heads.

"Forget it, let's not waste our energy." Hu Sheng, who also saw nothing, could only sit down, and took Niu Jingrui and Sancai, who were sitting next to him, to sit down as well. One by one, their entire group sat down.

It can be considered a blessing in misfortune.

Shang Zhen, Hu Sheng, Niu Jingrui and Sancai were all tied up in the same group. That's why when Shang Zhen stood up for the man with heatstroke at noon, he had someone to help him. The soldier who wanted to beat him probably didn't do anything because he felt that it was difficult to offend the public, right?

"What is going on?" Sancai asked.

"There's a spy. Do you still need to ask?" Hu said angrily.

The three of them looked at Shang Zhen again.

Shang Zhen just sat there without saying a word.

After a while, they heard screams of someone being beaten.

After a while, they saw a young man who had been freed and was with the soldiers, although he was only a porter.