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Chapter 2 Chapter 002, I'm here for revenge!

"Don't worry, we won't bury you! With your skinny body, you can't even support a few trees if you're buried here. You'd better live well!" Li Yuexuan answered in dialect.

Of course Li Yuexuan would not bury Zhao Danian! He was not stupid. Zhao Danian was just injured and unconscious, not sacrificed directly! So, while Zhao Danian was unconscious, he performed a simple debridement operation on him and sutured and bandaged him. At this moment, half a bottle of homemade honey salt water was poured in, and he was finally saved.

Zhao Danian was lucky. The 7.7mm bullet from the Japanese aircraft machine gun only grazed his calf. Although the powerful kinetic energy of the bullet took away some flesh and blood and opened a wound, it did not injure the aorta.

Li Yuexuan used to be a medical worker in the battalion, and later he opened a clinic in his hometown. With such an injury, he used the equipment at hand to clean and suture Lao Zhao, and it was no problem to save him temporarily.

As for whether he could survive? It all depended on whether the bottle of cotrimoxazole in his hand could fight against the bacteria of the time. Antibiotics were also in his medical bag, but he had to save them. At that time, antibiotics could no longer be bought casually, and penicillin could not even be mass-produced industrially.

"Countryman, countryman? Are you the one who treated my injury?" Zhao Danian also noticed at this time that his leg was wrapped in a bandage. Although the wound still hurt, it was no longer bleeding.

"There are only two of us here, who else could it be besides me?" Li Yuexuan asked, then gathered all the things and walked towards the river. Well, there is also a fat pheasant being bled there, so we can't forget it.

"Little brother, where are you from? What's your name? You saved me, so you should let me know your benefactor's name, right?" Zhao Danian's strength had recovered a little and he spoke more fluently.

"I am from Shanghe Village. I will keep my name and surname. I am Li Yuexuan!" Li Yuexuan gave his name.

"Thank you, Brother Li, for saving my life. How long have I been unconscious? Has anyone passed by here? Did the Japanese devils chase us?" Zhao Danian actually sat up and leaned against a mulberry tree, but his eyes were looking around.

"It has been 1 hour and 45 minutes since you fainted. The Japanese devils didn't chase us and the bomber flew away. Who are you? Which village are you from? You have to give me a name so that I know which hero I saved?" Li Yuexuan plucked the pheasant while talking. Unfortunately, the pheasant was already cold and difficult to pluck.

"My name is Zhao Danian, but I'm not from here. My hometown is a bit far away, in the Dabie Mountains! Also, I'm the captain of our guerrilla team, and I'm the one known as Zhao Dadan!" Zhao Danian said.

"Guerrillas..." Seeing Zhao Danian's worn gray military uniform, Li Yuexuan had long guessed that this man had a connection with the Eighth Route Army, so that's why he lent a helping hand. Now it has been confirmed.

"Little brother, haven't you heard of my name? I just came from your village, and you don't care at all about your village being bombed?" Zhao Danian looked at him with confusion.

"I'm back from outside! I stayed in Nanjing for some time and learned medicine and martial arts. I came back to take revenge!" Li Yuexuan said this with a Nanjing accent.

"Revenge?" Zhao Danian asked. "Yes, revenge!" Li Yuexuan thought about what the old man had said, and then said, "My family lives in the south of Shanghe Village. We have a house and a field, and our life is quite ordinary. But later, a family named Kong came to the village and claimed to be the mayor of this place. He said he wanted to live in our village. He brought some lackeys with him and did evil everywhere..."

Li Yuexuan told a simple story about a landlord who oppressed the good. However, the protagonist of the story he heard was that his entire family was forced to death, while his version was that he was saved by a kind-hearted person, taken to Nanjing, and taught a lot of skills. Of course, Li Yuexuan was not talking nonsense. As for revenge, as long as you are a Chinese, killing the devils is revenge!

"You are also a miserable person..." Zhao Danian deeply sympathized with Li Yuexuan's experience. Who would riot if they were not forced to live? Of course, now he has higher goals and pursuits. He no longer puts personal hatred first, but shoulders the national justice and the rise and fall of the country.

"Little brother, can I trouble you with something?" Zhao Danian suddenly asked.

"You don't want me to go to the village, do you? You don't have to tell me, I will go!" In Li Yuexuan's story, Shanghe Village was bombed crazily because the Japanese had discovered it and thought it was the location of the Beiyue District Office of the Eighth Route Army. However, the Japanese were wrong, there was no Eighth Route Army Office in the village. And what a coincidence that the bully Kong Yanwang, who had dominated the village for more than 10 years, had his entire family killed in the bombing.

So, Li Yuexuan planned to go to the village to see if his grandfather was in this world? That's right, he was not sure if the world he traveled to was his original world. If it was, his grandfather would only be in his 20s at this time. However, his grandfather in his 20s was already a well-known blacksmith.

After bidding farewell to Zhao Danian temporarily, Li Yuexuan walked up the hillside with an engineer shovel and a tactical knife, a survival axe on his chest, and a telescope. Zhao Danian's leg injury prevented him from moving violently, so he could only hold a box gun and lie on the edge of the field, watching Li Yuexuan walk further and further away.

It is already late autumn, and the fields are littered with fallen corn stalks, some of which have been burned black, and some have been cleared out.

Chinese farmers have gone from slash-and-burn farming to later reform and opening up, where burning straw has become a routine practice. It can also fertilize the fields and there has not been much serious air pollution. Instead, it has helped to support a population of more than one billion.

Letting go of unnecessary thoughts, Li Yuexuan walked carefully towards the village. The sun was gradually setting. If no Japanese invaders came before dark, then tonight would be safe for the time being. This was what Zhao Danian said to Li Yuexuan.

In fact, the Japanese also had special night training and were very good at night combat. However, the advantages of technical equipment were more obvious during the day, so there was no need to fight night battles.

On the contrary, the Eighth Route Army, which had poor technical equipment, would often use the cover of night to launch attacks on the Japanese, using close combat to reduce their disadvantages in technical equipment. If three Eighth Route Army soldiers could be exchanged for one Japanese soldier, everyone thought it was worth it. Don't doubt it, this is recorded in writing.

The combat regulations of the Eighth Route Army included some regulations on fierce attack and close combat. For example, after firing in an ambush, the troops had to rush into the enemy's ranks regardless of life or death and fight with them.

Buzz buzz buzz... After walking about 300 meters, Li Yuexuan found a group of flies flying in the field in front.

(End of this chapter)