Stuffing bottle

The kid coughed: "Comrades, I'm getting in trouble with you. It looks like we're going to see Marx. My fat man really didn't fear anything, but he didn't expect to die like that."

He was wearing a black rat suit, so he couldn't see his figure in the darkness. First, I looked carefully and it turned out that he was a white, fat man. It is impossible for such a fat man to be a golden thieves.

Pan Zi cursed, "Dead fat man, where the fuck did you come out? I really want to smoke you!"

I looked at the fire snap and almost burst into tears and said, "Do something about it, or whoever smokes it will be a worm to take advantage of it!"

Panzi looked around and handed the short gun to the fat man. Then he handed me the fire folder. He said, "We could have burned our clothes for a while, but the fire folder was too small. We might have hung up before we lit it. I counted to three. I came to attract these insects, and you ran to the wall and made it. Time must be enough to climb up the ladder. I'm quick. When you get up, I'll come back again. Time can't be delayed for a minute! ___________

Before I could refuse, Panzi jumped into the pile of corpses. Immediately, the corpse surged up like a flood, and there was a road in front of us. I yelled to save him. The fat man grabbed me and said, "Go up!"

He pulled me to run for a few steps, and I climbed up on the strength of it. Then I reached out and pulled him up.

As soon as I looked down, the pan was covered with corpses, rolling painfully on the ground. I almost cried out. The fat man shouted, "Get up, just a few steps!" Quick! But Pan Zi could not climb up, his mouth has begun to have a corpse crawling into, several times want to stand up, were thrown to the ground, I really did not expect these insects aggressive so strong, Pan Zi curled up, watching us scream on it, he shook his head in misery.

Finally, his face was covered with corpses. I saw him reach out his hand and make a gun gesture. The hand was full of wounds. I knew he wanted us to kill him.

The fat man couldn't bear to look down, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Brother, offended!"

At this moment, suddenly there was another organ sound on the top, and another person jumped down from it. Note that this person jumped down, not fell down, so he landed steadily, but the weight of the landing was very heavy. He cushioned himself, propped up the ground with one hand, exhaled, and the corpses first fell in a straight line and burst out. However, like madness, they bumped everywhere, desperately trying to stay away from this person. These big insects, which originally surged like the tide, also fell back like the tide at this time. It disappeared in the depths of several hook holes on the wall.

When I look at it carefully, I can't help but be overjoyed. Isn't this man a stuffing bottle? The fat man also exclaimed, "Oh my God, this fellow is not dead!" However, when I looked at him, I felt bad. I saw that all his clothes had been worn out and all his body was covered with blood. It seemed that he had suffered serious injuries. The bottle caught a glimpse of the dying pan on the ground and rushed up to carry him up. We saw it was saved. We reached down quickly. One man held the pan, one man held the bottle, and pulled them up.

It's a real vicissitudes of life, desperate situation, just now it's a situation of ten deaths and no life. Now it suddenly reverses. We rush to check Panzi's injuries, but the bottle waved and said, "Go, it's coming back."

Although I haven't understood the meaning of his words yet, the fat man has jumped up and looks very sympathetic. He holds up the pan one by one. I picked up Panzi's miner's lamp and opened the road ahead, and the four men ran straight to the depths of the stone road.

I don't know how long I've been running. I can't tell how many bays I've been turning. The oil bottle pulls the fat man and says, "Okay, the design of the stone path here is weird. It shouldn't catch up in a short time." We stopped and found ourselves sweating. I asked them what they said. The bottle sighed and did not answer me. We put the pan flat on the ground. I thought it was right. Now the most important thing is to see how the pan was injured.

Pan Zi was seriously injured this time, almost all over his body was mouth. If he was wrapped up with bandages, even if there were enough bandages, he would become a mummy. I looked at it. Fortunately, most of the wounds weren't deep, but there were several near-lethal places on his neck and abdomen. It seemed that these insects were very good at attacking soft places. I recalled the body that I had touched before, which was also the worst bite on his abdomen.

The bottle pressed his abdominal cavity with his hand, pulled out the black gold knife on his waist, and said, "Hold him down for me."

I was shocked, with an unknown foreboding, and busily asked, "What are you going to do?"

He stared at Pan Zi's belly, like a butcher looking at his victim. He scratched his two long fingers near his wound and said to me, "He got one in his belly."

"No." I looked at him doubtfully, and then at the fat man, who had already pressed Pan Zi's foot. "Judging from your performance, I believe he's a little more."

I had to hold on to Pan Zi's hand, pick up the hole in his stomach with a knife of the oil bottle, and then insert his finger into his wound at lightning speed. With a probe and a hook, I pulled out a blue corpse. These movements were very fast, but Pan Zi still bowed up in pain, and he had great strength. I could hardly hold him back.

"This suffocated in his stomach." The suffocating bottle threw the corpse away. "The wound is too deep. If it is not disinfected, it may be infected. It is very troublesome."

The fat man took the glorious bullet out of the gun and said, "Shall we learn from the advanced experience of the American people and use the glorious bullet where it really needs to be, we will screw down the bullet and burn his wound with gunpowder?"

Pan Zi grabbed the fat man's foot, gritted his teeth painfully and scolded, "I wasn't shot!" You fucking think... Want me to burn my intestines? He took a bundle of bandages from his trousers pocket, and there were blood stains on it. It looked like the wound on his head had been removed. He said, "Fortunately, it hasn't come off yet. First tie it up for me. Tighten it up. It's nothing!"

Fat man said, "Personal heroism is not popular these days. Comrade, I can see all your guts. Don't stand on your feet." When I finished, I stopped him with the bottle and said, "Don't mess around, the bullet will burn into his gut. Or wrap it up first.

The fat man thought he was right. We helped Panzi wrap up the wound in a hurry. Then we tore some cloth from my clothes and wrapped it in another layer outside. Panzi almost fainted from the pain. I saw him leaning against the wall panting. I was very moved. If I hadn't dropped the torch, he might not have made it. That's it.

At this time, I thought of something and asked the fat man, "By the way, who the fuck are you?"

As soon as the fat man wanted to speak, the bottle made a silent gesture, and I heard a creepy gurgle coming from the side of the aisle.