Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The army doctor at Jubaoshanwei was very busy today, not only to deal with the wounded in the headquarters, but also to send people to the Jin'an Qianhu Institute to help. Liewen.com www"W. LieWen. Cc

Jin An saw that his subordinates were called to cook the cloth, and only new cloth was called.

"Why do you want to cook?"

In the past, the wounded were treated by applying medicine and then directly bandaging them. When did they cook it?

Jin An couldn't help but went over and asked.

A doctor was suturing the thighs of the wounded with needles, and said impatiently: "That is disinfection. If it is not disinfected, who knows if there is virus on the cloth! When the time comes, bandage it, you are trying to save people? , I still want to harm people!"

The doctor didn't stop his hands while he was talking, and the guy with the knife in his thigh had already taken Mafeisan, so he couldn't feel anyone sewing himself.

Jin An watched the needle and thread go through the flesh, and he pulled it from time to time, and suddenly felt sore teeth and numb on his body.

After sewing the wound, the doctor got up and smiled at the wounded who was still under anesthesia: "I can't die, it won't take long to be a hero again!"

And not far from the side, a doctor had just stitched up the wounded’s abdomen, and his **** hand took out a small notebook, leaned over the wounded’s ear and asked, "Brother, what's left? ?"

The body of the wounded trembled slightly, half opened his eyes, and said weakly: "I...I want to eat...pig trotters, I want...fat..."

"A brother wants to eat pig's trotter, he needs fat!"

The doctor shouted.

Jin An was taken aback, walked over and asked, "Is he okay? But all the pigs in the camp were killed before."

The doctor whispered: "He's dying. According to my uncle's rules, we have to satisfy him all the wishes that can be satisfied."

Jin An said with a sorrowful expression: "There are no pigs in the camp, so if I sell them exclusively..."

In Jin An's opinion, it is enough for these dying sergeants to stare at his pension afterwards, and to buy a pig for him, which is somewhat...

"Uncle!"

"Uncle..."

Fang awoke in a greeting.

"Uncle."

The doctor glanced at Jin An with some dissatisfaction, then pointed to the wounded man whose chest was only slightly rising and falling, and said, "Uncle, this brother has broken organs, and the rest is because he wants to eat pig's feet."

This sergeant was under Jin An's command, so Fang Xing looked at him with inquiry.

Jin An said angrily: "Uncle, there are no pigs in the camp."

Fang Xing leaned down, "Brother, hold on, the pig's feet will come right away."

Turning around, Fang Xing said gloomily: "Go, make him pig's trotter right away!"

Jin An reiterated again and again: "Uncle, there is no..."

"Then buy it, grab it if you can't buy it! Go to the Jiaozhi people to grab it!"

Seeing Fang Xing's face ashen, the knife left without saying a word.

Jin An stood there, watching Fang Xing go to condolences the wounded one by one, if there are serious injuries, he will stop and calm down with a gentle voice.

After Fang woke up, Jin An leaned forward to admit his mistake, even if he thought he was right.

"Uncle, the officer was wrong..."

Fang Xing frowned and said, "It is not you who is wrong, but the rules of the army!"

"These soldiers are fighting for the country, but they don't even want to eat a pig's feet before leaving. What kind of **** rule is this!"

Fang Xing cursed in a low voice, feeling depressed, and went outside.

"Lao Qi, you are guarding outside and no one is allowed to come in." Fang wakes up into a room where debris is piled up.

When he came out again, there was an extra thing in his hand.

"Go away, all away!"

There was a kitchen not far away, and soon after Fang woke up, the knife came back with someone.

He took the lead, carrying a **** pig leg in his hand.

"and many more."

Fang Xing yelled when he saw that the knife was about to rush into the kitchen.

The cook in the kitchen almost peeed after seeing Fang awake. He thought he had spit in the dishes while cooking lunch.

Fang Xing opened the pressure cooker in his hand and cleaned it, and then ordered: "Go, and ask that brother what flavor of pig's feet likes to eat."

The knife ran quickly, and when he came back, he said a little embarrassed: "Master, the brother said he wants to eat boiled in plain water, but he wants to cook it badly, but he..."

Fang Xing didn't need any help, he quickly singed the pig's feet with fire, washed it and put it in the pot.

"what is this?"

When the cook saw Fang Xing put the lid on, and then added a hat on top, he couldn't help feeling curious.

"Fire!"

The flame horse rose up, licking the pot body, it also illuminated Fang Xing's expressionless face.

I did not mean it……

I definitely didn't mean it...

The knife saw Fang Xing's face gradually sweating from the side, his eyes seemed a little...

pain!

"Chichichi..."

A rush of heat rushed out from the top of the pot, and the little hat began to spin so fast that the cook almost exclaimed in surprise.

But Fang Xing didn't move, his eyes still sluggish.

Do you regret it?

Looking at the soldiers who were killed or wounded for your tactical service, do you regret it?

As if it was a century, as if it was just a second, Fang Xing raised his hand, looked at the time, and then brought the pot down.

"Watering!"

Pouring cold water on the pot, after waiting for a click, Fang Xing opened the pot, poked it with chopsticks, and said with satisfaction: "It's overripe."

But this pig's trotter didn't catch up with the time in the end.

Looking at those godless eyes, Fang Xing put the pig's knuckles on the ground: "Burn this pig's knuckles to him."

Jin An, who was accustomed to seeing life and death, comforted him: "Uncle, you personally made pig trotter for him. If he knows in the underground, he must be..."

The following words were blocked by Fang Xing's glance.

What kind of look is this?

Jin An felt it was violent and killing!

But in a blink of an eye, Fang Xing's eyes became calm again.

Back to the Chief Secretary's Office, Zhu Gaoxu was struggling with how to deal with the prisoners. After seeing Fang Wake, he immediately pushed the incident to him.

"This king can't do such detailed things, Fang Xing, leave it to you."

Zhu Gaoxu patted his **** and left, leaving Fang Xing with more than 10,000 prisoners.

Fang Xing sat on the chair and rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "Have you taken care of the serious injuries?"

Fang Zheng replied: "Uncle, the seriously injured have been dealt with."

Zhu Rong felt that Fang Xing's body seemed to be cold, and asked, "Uncle, although the weather is not too hot, the corpses are not easy to store after all. Should they be buried?"

"The land of Jiaozhi is fertile, so don't add nutrients anymore."

Fang Xing's tone was faint~www.NovelMTL.com~ but it made people feel chilly.

"make!"

Fang Xing's hand squeezed the armrest with such force that it turned white.

"Building a view of Beijing!"

Fang Xing's eyes said coldly: "You don't have to be divided into several, just one, just on the trail where the scout has appeared today."

hiss!

Fang Zheng and Zhu Rong looked at each other, and they both woke up ruthlessly and secretly admired them.

Literati are no worse than martial artists!

Later, it was confirmed that there were Cochin people walking around frequently. When the corpses of the thousands of people were sealed in a big dirt bag, it was estimated that no one would dare to walk again.

Fang Xing saw the two of them in a little stunned, and said indifferently: "In the pre-Song Dynasty, Li Chao also broke through the three states of Yong Qin Lian and then slaughtered the city. This uncle is just setting up a view of Beijing, and it doesn't get in the way."