hell cycle

Looking at the rows of injections in the box, Ah Cheng looked calm.

This box of inhibitors is worth gold at this moment.

At this time, any imported western medicine is worth more than gold, because the domestic imported medicine and supply channels have been cut off by the Japanese army, and the price of any imported western medicine is becoming more and more expensive day by day.

The items in Ah Cheng's hands were hoarded before the Japanese army launched an all-out war.With the large amount of money obtained by using his status as a military officer, as well as the many contacts he has buried over the years, and the continuous profits from the business he has laid down, Ah Cheng has hoarded a lot of things, including things that he expects to use in the future. Inhibitors used in large quantities.

Before reuniting with Minglou, Ah Cheng has been using the method taught by Xiangbai + Chinese herbal medicine + Mingjiaxiang to survive the rainy and dew period, because he knows that he must postpone the use of inhibitors, and he must ensure that his body will not be so fast. He developed resistance to inhibitors, because soon, in this land, there would no longer be a quiet room for him to hide quietly when the rain and dew came.

Less than three days after reuniting with Minglou and taking office as Minglou's adjutant, the Marco Polo Bridge Incident broke out. Minglou urgently received an order from the military command to go to Hebei. In the Zhili area outside Beiping, the military commanders laid out hidden lines behind enemy lines.

When they met Minglou again, they had to go to the front line to fight against the Japanese intelligence agencies before they had time to explain many things clearly. Many things, at that time, suddenly didn't matter so much.

It was also at that time that Ah Cheng started using inhibitors.

The intelligence work that licked blood on the knife edge made him spin like a top, and he couldn't take a moment to breathe.

In the past few years, neither he nor Minglou had the time to care about their children, to think about other things besides the mission. Leisurely time to stop and spend the rainy season naturally.

Inhibitors are almost inevitable.

Passed the box containing the inhibitor in his hand to Minglou who was sitting opposite, Minglou took the box with the same calm expression, looked at the contents, suddenly, his cold mask shattered, and Qianyuan's whole body was shattered. Qi Yun twisted and floated almost out of control.

Minglou's voice was rigid, even deliberately suppressed, and said: "Mr. Wang, I have met once or twice. To be honest, I look down on this person. He looks like a bandit, speaks foul words, is fat like a lump, and has gold in his hands. He also married five concubines, but at the end of the war, the army was wiped out. He was a big fat man of almost two hundred catties, and he was cooked by Japanese bombs in the end. He did not surrender or retreat... That year we Go to Peiping... The Beiping National Army held a pre-war meeting, and the combat map was sold by the traitors. The Japanese charged to the student team with the weakest guard at that time. The students didn't know how to fight, but seven for one. , but in the end the troops were exhausted and Peiping was lost...Shanghai...Xuzhou...Wuhan...

I remember when I read the newspaper at home during the Northern Expedition, my blood boiled, and I immediately wanted to sign up for the army, but it didn’t take long for my family to change drastically, otherwise... Maybe I am now an officer of the Whampoa... Ah Cheng... Back then we were going to the Northern Expedition The target, the warlords who wanted to go to the Northern Expedition, Zhang Zuolin was killed by the Japanese, Cao Kun was so poor that he could only eat porridge and eat steamed buns with his family, but he beat out the old traitors who came to surrender with a broom, Wu Peifu refused to surrender and was killed The Japanese were poisoned to death, Duan Qirui took a loan from the Japanese back then, the Japanese came to recruit him, and he brought his whole family south overnight..."

Minglou's eye circles were reddish, and his whole body fluctuated for a while, but soon, he retracted everything back into his body, took a slight breath, and calmed down his slightly rapid panting. After a while, Minglou's expression seemed to be calm. However, the hand holding the box of inhibitors was even stronger. His seemingly steady voice seemed to be blocked, and he said: "Ah Cheng... many people sacrificed... many... you ...I'm...all just..."

In the end, Ming Lou didn't speak clearly, but Ah Cheng already understood.

Many people have died, can't we die?

So many people have sacrificed, can't we sacrifice?

In fact, what Ming Lou really wanted to say was that I want to go to the battlefield behind the enemy lines and sacrifice myself, but I am not qualified to ask you to accompany me.

Some things are too cruel for Kunze. He wants to ask Ah Cheng, he hopes that Ah Cheng will refuse, he hopes that Ah Cheng will refuse to go back to Shanghai with him, and refuse to carry out the stealth plan with him.

Couldn't bear it, couldn't bear it, but he knew Ah Cheng would not refuse.

Because Ah Cheng thinks the same as him.

A lot of people died, can't we die?

Many people have sacrificed, can't we sacrifice?

Minglou's head started to hurt again, he couldn't help closing his eyes, and rubbed his forehead with his hands, but before he could do it, there was a touch of coolness on the forehead gently pressed by fingers with a slightly lower body temperature, a little The cool touch slowly massaged the acupuncture points on his head, relieving his splitting headache at this moment.

Of course Minglou knew who the masters of these magical hands were.

Because of this somewhat familiar touch, Ming Lou suddenly returned to the time when he was in Nanjing, in the old house. At that time, Ah Cheng did the same, gently massaging his forehead to relieve his headache.

This time he couldn't bear it, he reached out to hold Ah Cheng's hand.

Ah Cheng didn't dodge, instead holding Minglou with Weiliang's hand, he said softly: "Brother, everything will be fine, and the war of resistance will surely be won."

"Will you win?" Ming Lou asked this sentence with his eyes closed.

Ah Cheng's voice was calm but extremely firm, and he said, "We must win."