Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

If there's blood, someone must be injured, or something worse.

They didn't dare to think further and dug in decisively. After a long time, they found nothing but some broken clothes.

"Han." Zhuo Shu grabbed the cloth and knew it belonged to Xiao Mohan without even thinking.

Except for Xiao Mohan, everyone here was wearing uniform clothes, and the shoulder Qi Xiao Ran touched told them that Xiao Mohan might have really exploded.

"How could this happen?" Han Changqing couldn't believe it.

He fell to the ground, dumbfounded.

Zhou Zihao raised his foot, kicked the dirt on the ground angrily, and kept venting: "Fuck, where the hell was I? If I were here, even if I die, I can't let anything happen to the chief."

Even if you say this, you will definitely get angry if you are heard.

However, he would indeed rather trade his own life for Xiao Mohan's.

"Pah!" At this moment, the sound of someone lighting a cigarette was heard, and Gu Chengdong said in a deep voice: "You still smoke, what are you smoking?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone said in unison: "Who smokes? No one smokes."

Gu Chengdong looked around everyone and found that no one was smoking.

There was a reflection on the ground that was stretched and reflected on the ground. They looked along and saw Xiao Mohan leaning there, standing there with a cigarette between his fingertips.

"Come here and give me a hand." Xiao Mohan said hoarsely.

He was holding a cigarette between his fingertips, and blood was dripping down his arm. It was obvious that he was badly injured, but not to the point of losing his life. He was just in too much pain, so he happened to pick up Zhou Zihao's cigarette from the ground and take a puff. .

"Han." Zhuo Shu rushed over.

But Xiao Ran reacted the fastest and reached out to grab him, fearing that he would be impulsive.

"What's going on?" Gu Chengdong asked in a deep voice.

Looking at Xiao Mohan in front of him, he felt a little unreal, as if he was dreaming.

"Wrap the bomb in clothes and throw it away. It injured his arm." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice. He was unconscious from the pain for a long time due to the injury.

The place where he was knocked away and fell out happened to be a mountain col, which blocked his tall body, so they never looked for him.

Gu Chengdong stood there and said, "It's okay."

"Here, give me a hand." Xiao Mohan put out his cigarette and said in a deep voice.

Han Changqing also stepped forward quickly and reached out to support him. He was so excited that he couldn't speak.

"I'm fine." Xiao Mohan said, which made Han Changqing, a grown man, shed tears. He didn't say anything, he just laughed and helped Xiao Mohan move forward.

After checking the wound, I found that it was quite deep and the arm was a little bloody.

"Go back and deal with it first. The bleeding has stopped." Xiao Mohan said.

Although he was injured, he was in good health. He was helped all the way back without slowing down his pace. After returning, Xiao Mojin held a meeting and asked Zhou Zihao to inform everyone that there was no danger.

At that moment, as if he was relieved, the injury on his arm became more and more painful.

"Just bear with it," Gu Chengdong said.

He used a sharp dagger to scrape off all the bloody flesh. After a while, a military doctor came over and treated his wounds. This was not convenient for a hospital, so he used white wine to disinfect the wound.

"Hiss." Xiao Mohan frowned. He looked deeply at the wound and remained silent.

But the pain was palpable, but he didn't say a word.

"Continue." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice.

The military doctor continued to treat his wounds, but his hands were shaking and he said in a deep voice: "Chief, it may hurt more later."