It's none of my business. I'm just a lunch box seller.

Gus frowned and asked his boss, "But what's the price?"

However, Boss Cheng obviously misunderstood Gus's meaning. He pointed at Gus's severed hand and said, "The price is that we need to cut off a small part of the surface of your severed limb so that the machine can recognize your severed limb and help you repair a new arm and hand. The same is true for the eyes. They must be destroyed a second time before they can be repaired."

Gus realized that Boss Cheng didn't understand what he meant, so he asked again: "So what do I need to do?"

"What?" Boss Cheng suddenly realized, "Oh, I forgot to tell you! You need to go to the toilet first, then wash yourself. Then cut off your arms and dig out your eyes, and finally lie in the medical cabin for the seriously injured. It will take more than 30 hours to repair a physique like yours."

Well, Gus finally realized that Boss Cheng didn't even think about "repaying" him. It was as if these things were very insignificant to him.

but……

Can helping people regenerate broken limbs and restore their sight really be considered a small thing?

"That's nothing, it just costs a little electricity. But I not only have no shortage of electricity, I've even had a power outage recently!"

Gus looked at his real hand and his fake hand, and recalled the experience of cutting off his left hand on the night of the sacrifice.

"I...I'll fix it!"

"That's right!" Boss Cheng patted Gus's prosthetic limb and said with a smile: "When your real hand grows out, what equipment can't you put on the arm armor? Put a bolt gun on the back of your hand and a retractable blade under your wrist. When the time comes, you can hold a chainsaw sword in each hand, and you can kill gods and demons!"

Denise also patted her proud chest and took on the responsibility to reassure Gus, whom she had just met.

"My eye-replacing skills may not be as good as those of the medical ninjas, but when it comes to digging out eyes, I am definitely more skilled than the medical ninjas! When I was tortured in the past, I was very good at digging out eyes!"

"Ahem!" Boss Cheng reminded Denise: "There are many outsiders here, lady."

"Oh……"

Denise once again fell into a quiet and negative state.

Gus first took care of his own hygiene, and then used the bathroom in the apartment to scrub himself clean inside and out. Then, according to Boss Cheng's request, he came to the operating room of the clinic and put on a surgical gown made of two pieces of cloth.

When Gus saw the operating table, he took the initiative to lie down on it. However, he had just sat half of his body on the operating table, and the other half of his buttocks and legs were still under the table, when Boss Cheng asked him what he was doing.

The tough guy looked at the operating table, confused. But Boss Cheng pointed to the small stool beside him and asked him to come and sit.

"Is there no anesthesia in your world?"

"anesthetic?"

“Medication that makes people not feel pain.”

“I’ve only heard of it.”

"Then you've got it today!"

But Gus always felt that after these words came out of Boss Cheng's mouth, they no longer sounded like good words.

Then, Ise put the breathing mask on Guts' face, and the anesthetic gas was slowly inhaled into Guts' lungs. In an instant, Guts suddenly felt that his brain slowed down, and his only remaining eye was a little dazed.

"Hey! Is it almost done?"

Ise's flashlight flashed Gus' pupils and told the boss: "No, wait a little longer."

"Then I'll do the preparations first."

In Gus's dazed eyes, he only saw Boss Cheng repeatedly disinfecting a cutting board, and then put the cutting board under his broken left arm. Then, Gus saw Boss Cheng take out a large bone-cutting knife and repeatedly burn the blade under an alcohol lamp.

Let me ask you! Does this look like preparing for surgery?

Which hospital would use a boning knife and a chopping board during limb resection surgery?

Suddenly, a sense of fear that "I am at the mercy of others" rose from the depths of Gazi's heart.

"Don't be afraid." Boss Cheng tried to calm Gus down while playing with the kitchen knife. "General excision surgery requires cutting down piece by piece. I thought it was too slow, so I replaced the scalpel with a bone-cutting knife. But don't worry, compared to scraping the flesh piece by piece, I can help you cut the wound with just one knife, and I guarantee that you won't suffer."

Then, Denise, who was spinning a kunai on her finger, walked into the operating room. She asked Boss Cheng excitedly, "Who will start first, you or me?"

and many more!

Why do we need to use the word “手”? “手” is not the abbreviation of “操作”!

"Don't come over here!"

"Don't come over!"

"No!"

"what!"

Then, the anesthetic took effect completely, and the great black swordsman, Guts, tilted his thick neck and fainted with a "click".

"What was he mumbling before he passed out?" asked Boss Cheng.

Ise shook his head and said that the patient's muscle control would be greatly reduced due to the influence of anesthetics. So it was normal that they couldn't hear what Gus had just said.

Denise guessed with a beautiful vision: "Maybe because he knew he was about to regain his sight, he was so happy that he was incoherent!"

Ise didn't think so, but he didn't dare to say it.

"I'm ready!" Boss Cheng held the position where he was going to cut with one hand and held up the bone-cutting knife with the other.

Denise immediately confirmed: "I've pressed it too!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"Shh!"

Boss Cheng raised his knife and struck.

"what!"

Guts, who was in a coma, suddenly screamed.

"Look!" Denise continued with a beautiful vision and said, "Even though he was unconscious, he still shouted with joy because he was too happy!"

Ise still didn't think so, but he still didn't dare to say it.

Boss Cheng's cut was undoubtedly successful. A piece of elbow flower about 0.5 cm long was completely cut off from Gus' arm, and blood gushed out from the cross-section of the wound.

The appearance of the wound also means that the repair chamber can be correctly identified. More than 30 hours later, Gus will definitely feel the tenderness of "Xiao Zuo" again!

0105 You can never guess what you look like in the eyes of your enemies

Soldiers living in wartime have a strong sense of national identity and responsibility. Just like Captain Li, when he learned who he was going to protect, he even pulled out his 20-shot mirror box and pointed it at the heads of Waver and Tohsaka Tokiomi.

"I won't fight! I won't fight no matter what! You want the independent regiment to help the Japanese? No way! Do you really think that I, Li Yunlong, can't move a step just because I see a few broken guns? You guys underestimate me, Li Yunlong, don't you? Send us back immediately. We, the independent regiment, don't need guns or anything like that!"

My independent regiment was training well, and some bullshit voice came from nowhere asking me if I wanted to replace my homemade artillery and rifles. What could I think? If I didn't want to, wouldn't I be a fool? Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, a cannon would blow me off the kang and into the bomb crater!

Stop talking nonsense and send me back to Zhaojiayu. Otherwise, I will start a fight with the Japanese here!"

Captain Li was in such a rage that he even loaded his gun. Weber had no choice but to sneak away and go to the clinic to find Boss Cheng, who had just settled Gus.

But our Captain Li is such a stubborn donkey that even Boss Cheng himself can't seduce him. Fortunately, Boss Cheng's phone rang at this time, and the person who called was Zhou Zhezhi.

After hearing Boss Cheng's story, Zhou Zhezhi volunteered to take on the important task of enlightening the revolutionary predecessors and connecting the new and old military spirits.

Apart from anything else, as soon as Zhou Zhezhi saluted, Li Tuan Dang stopped making a fuss. And when he blurted out "comrade", Li Tuan Lt. Gen. found an inexplicable strong sense of belonging.

Afterwards, Zhou asked Boss Cheng to fly a helicopter and took him and Captain Li to fly outside (Hualin City). After the flight, Captain Li not only stopped making trouble, but even had a rosy face. His face was smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum, making the wrinkles on his face even more obvious.

In fact, Zhou Zhezhi didn't say anything profound. He just took Captain Li to overlook the relatively... backward urban construction of Hualin City from the air, and appreciate the rich material life of the vendors who were not afraid of the severe cold and came out to set up stalls more than half a month before the Chinese New Year.

And then...

"We won. The three major countries attacked together. If the Ugly Country hadn't dropped two atomic bombs on Xiaorizi, scaring Xiaozhaohe, I'm afraid they would have been defeated and destroyed. However, now that Captain Li has met the new UNSC, how can we, as the younger generation, let our predecessors return empty-handed!"

Anyway, after helping the boss to calm Captain Li, Zhou Zhezhi grabbed Boss Cheng's hand and shook it violently.

"Thank you so much, Comrade Cheng! You have helped us solve another difficult problem! Those new Type 56 and Type 56 semi-automatic rifles sealed by the UNSC finally have a place to go!"

"A lot?" asked Boss Cheng?

"It's OK. I have the right to apply for the call-up. There are probably hundreds of thousands of them."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

With guns, bullets are naturally indispensable. Boss Zhou Rangcheng prepared a large enough space. After all, even if the unit volume of bullets is small, 25 billion bullets piled together are enough to be spectacular.

"2 billion?"

“对，大概是5到6年的报废量。另外还有5000万颗手雷，30万发69式火箭弹。怎么也得让老李他们带回去足够挥霍到抗战胜利的弹药才行。”

Boss Cheng looked at the gentle Zhou Zhezhi and suddenly said with a smile: "I didn't realize you have such great energy!"

"You misunderstood. It's not me who has the power, but the plans in this regard. I just knew about the existence of these plans, and then I activated them within the scope of my authority."

"Don't tell me you even have a plan for traveling through time and space and encountering anti-Japanese forces!"

Zhou Zhe nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, isn't that what we are using now?"

"Hiss!" Boss Cheng took a deep breath, "You guys have really big imaginations!"

"Hey, that's nothing! We even have several plans for dealing with zombie crises, alien invasions, and conflicts with immortal cultivators!"

Zhou Zhezhi left again, because he had completed his delivery mission for the day. The chief of the UNSC General Staff Headquarters had asked Zhou to deliver some emergency rations to his boss, and this time Zhou delivered the rations that the UNSC frontline troops were distributing. There were both individual rations and squad rations.

However, Zhou did not know before arriving that the goods he delivered would soon be shipped to the Independent Regiment.

When the anti-Japanese fighters of the 40s ate the military meals of 80 years later, the indescribable sense of happiness and pride almost overflowed from their satisfied smiles.

After dinner, Li came to express his gratitude to Cheng. Although Li did not understand what reform was, what direction was, and what market economy was, Cheng was regarded by Li as an enlightened capitalist who supported the revolutionary work.

And he is a big capitalist - the kind of big capitalist who deserves to be shot if caught.

"Um... hehe, Boss Cheng, hehe..." Lao Li, with wrinkles on his face from laughing, pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Several of my brothers are Mongolians. They wanted to ask if you have tea leaves and milk. They want to make some milk tea to relieve their greasiness. Other brothers also want to take advantage of their presence and have a taste. Look at this..."

For Boss Cheng, it doesn’t matter whether there is milk or tea. What matters is…

"Aren't British people the only ones who drink milk in their tea? Why do Mongolians also drink milk tea?"

Old Li suddenly felt that the big capitalist in front of him was not very smart.

In a project team office in the competitive world, a familiar-looking programmer pointed at the screen and asked, "Did someone dumb down the Spartans again? Otherwise, how could he not know that Mongolians drink milk tea?"

"No!"

Everyone in the office shook their heads, indicating that they had never done it.

After checking, the programmer also found that Boss Cheng’s data had not been tampered with.

"That is to say..."

"The Spartan, as a master of cooking..."

"He doesn't even know that the British aren't the only people in the universe who like to drink milk tea!"

Boss Cheng prepared tea, milk powder and boiled water for the independent regiment. Several Mongolian soldiers followed Boss Cheng's instructions and made fragrant milk tea in no time.

Then, Boss Cheng saw these Mongolian soldiers sprinkled refined salt and fried yellow rice into the milk tea. Boss Cheng felt his head buzz. He knew that it was not only the British who loved to drink milk tea, but also that the Mongolians liked to sprinkle salt and fried yellow rice into milk tea!

Boss Cheng's worldview was almost overturned.

Fortunately, Boss Cheng is a man who dares to try new things. After he tasted the milk tea with soaked rice brought by the little soldier, he felt that this slightly salty milk tea was not unacceptable.

but!

He believes that the preparation of this milk tea can be improved!

"Improvement?"

"Yes, improvement!"

Boss Cheng borrowed the soldier's fried yellow rice, grabbed a small pinch and sprinkled it into the milk tea, then motioned for everyone to see.

"It takes a long time to soak the fried yellow rice with milk tea. But!"

Boss Cheng grabbed a handful of fried yellow rice, squeezed it in his palm and crushed it hard. Then he poured the crushed fried yellow rice into a bowl and poured it with freshly brewed milk tea. Then a thick milk tea and yellow rice paste appeared in front of the Mongolian warriors.

The Mongolian warrior took a sip and felt that although the texture of the milk tea and yellow rice porridge was slightly different from the milk tea he was familiar with, the taste was the same and was not unacceptable.

"There is another way to eat it! Use the popcorn to make milk tea! This way the time it takes for the popcorn to be soaked will be greatly shortened."

Although Boss Cheng failed to show the last way of eating, the Mongolian soldiers said that they had already failed to learn it. After returning to Zhaojiayu, they would try it themselves.

"Go back to Zhaojiayu?" Boss Cheng asked the battalion commander Zhang Dabiao in confusion: "Can you still go back to Zhaojiayu?"

"Ah! We will be back soon. Otherwise, where will you let us sleep tonight?"