Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

At this time, Zhao Yunting and his group of more than ten people were hiding in a cave. Three of them were injured, one of them seriously, with a bullet in the abdomen. A huge rock as tall as a person was blocking the entrance of the cave. No one knew how they blocked the entrance with the rock.

Outside, over a hundred Burmese soldiers, armed with long swords and steel pipes, were blocking the cave entrance, conferring something. Mo'er's mind scanned over and discovered that Zhao Yunting and his men had run out of ammunition. Three more were injured, forcing them to retreat into the cave as a last resort! Waiting for reinforcements!

A group of people outside saw a helicopter approaching and were wondering which side it belonged to. Some people pointed weapons at the helicopter, apparently ready to fire at any moment.

Mo'er, relieved, continued to consider how to rescue them. Using weapons wasn't out of the question, but how would she explain the weapons' origins, and what about the seriously injured soldier? After much deliberation, she decided she didn't want to reveal her weaponry too soon, so she retracted the helicopter into the space when it was two or three kilometers away. She also entered the space, found a computer, and began searching for information on how to extract bullets and suture. It took her four readings before she mastered everything! The suturing technique alone took her a long time to learn.

Then he pulled out a backpack and put a medical kit inside. Inside was medicine, everything needed for suturing, and rope. The rest was compressed biscuits, bags of roast chicken, bags of cooked beef, and water! He put the backpack on his back and quickly reached the cave. With a single thought, he stored all the weapons of the hundred-plus people into his space. Then, piles of cow dung rained down from the sky, hitting their faces. He then moved them five hundred meters away.

Those hundred or so people were stunned. Where were my weapons? They were still in my hands just now. Also, wasn't I at the cave entrance? Where was this? What was going on? Where did the cow dung come from? Did the Chinese gods come to help them? How else could this be explained?

Mo'er ignored them, came to the entrance of the cave and shouted into the cave: Brother Yunting, I am Mo'er, move the stone!

There was a commotion inside, then a shout of "One, two, one, two!" The large rock gradually shifted, finally creating a gap wide enough for only one person to pass through. Zhao Yunting emerged, his left arm draped around his neck, his upper arm bandaged. Blood stained his clothes. The red color was distinct!

Mo'er, why are you here? Leave quickly, this is too dangerous.

Moer smiled and said, "It's okay, my mother is here too. She will take care of them. You don't have to worry!"

Zhao Yunting understood what was going on and nodded. Mo'er asked, "Are there any wounded?" Zhao Yunting nodded. "A young comrade has been shot in the abdomen. He's in critical condition!"

Moer nodded and said: It's too dark in the cave, carry him out and I'll see if I can get the bullet out. Zhao Yunting heard, you also know surgery. Moer said: You know a little bit, hurry up, time waits for no one!

Doctor Zhao Yunting ordered the spray inside to carry out a seriously injured person. Mo'er took out a piece of cloth from the backpack and put it on the ground. They put the injured person on the cloth. Then they all looked at Mo'er with puzzled expressions.

Zhao Yunting explained that this person is a friend of my grandmother’s from the village. Her name is Li Moer. She wrote the lyrics and music for the three songs that our army art troupe is currently singing.

Then, a group of people looked at Mo'er with strange eyes! Some were excited, some were admiring!

Mo'er said you guys should spread out and be alert, I want to see how badly he's injured!

Everyone immediately dispersed and looked into the distance with serious expressions, leaving only Zhao Yunting to help.

He used scissors to cut open the clothes of the young soldier near the bullet hole, and a blood hole as thick as a thumb appeared in front of him. He took out the anesthetic and injected it near the wound. After waiting for ten minutes, he took out the scalpel and started to remove the bullet. After half an hour, the bullet was taken out, and the intestines, peritoneum, skin, etc. were sutured with several layers before it was completed!

Zhao Yunting watched intently the whole process and helped get some surgical equipment.

There was not much change on his face, but there were waves in his heart. He thought to himself: When did Moer learn all this?