Little Landlord in the End of the World (MTL)

55

"Where are the injured people?" Zhao Xingguo frowned when he heard that there were villagers injured in the mountains.

　　Now, whether in cities or rural areas, almost every place has responded to the national call. Each family has not many children, basically one or two. Some families have more, and this year there are only three. Many of the people who went up the mountain this time were young people, old and young. If something happened to these people, what would the remaining family members do?

　　The three families who died in the earthquake in their village almost shook the sky, and the cries never stopped from the grain drying field at the head of the village.

　　"Just these three." Meng Changlong waved to his subordinates behind him, and a few soldiers in the team immediately carried the third stretcher and the wounded over.

　　Because it was dark, these three stretchers were currently hidden among the team, and few villagers could clearly see the people lying on the stretchers. Before seeing anyone, everyone in the village was relatively calm, and they were all happy for these few people who had returned. But now that they saw the wounded on the stretcher, the relatives of the two villagers who had been waiting impatiently in the crowd suddenly rushed out of the crowd and surrounded the wounded.

　　"My son, my son! Why are you injured so badly?" A chubby aunt squeezed out of the crowd and pounced on a young man who was wrapped in a military coat. It was obvious that his upper body had been severely injured and was wrapped in gauze and was unconscious. The aunt beside the person cried, and the aunt reached out to touch her son's face, but she was afraid that her thick hands and feet would touch the wound, so she subconsciously retracted her chubby hands.

　　"Aunt Pan, don't cry. Send Shuan Zi to He Guiping first and have someone help take care of him. Your son is so seriously injured and needs to rest quietly!" the person next to him quickly advised.

　　Another villager whose left leg was seriously injured and a bloody hole was accidentally smashed into his head was surrounded by his wife and daughter. Fortunately, although this villager was hit on the head by rocks rolling down the mountain, he was still conscious and not unconscious like the two people next to him.

　　Zhao Xingguo called four strong villagers and asked people to quickly send these two people to the plastic shed set up by He Guiping to take good care of them.

On the other hand, he took a fancy to a young man lying on the last stretcher next to him, facing sideways.

　　This man was covered with a thin military green cotton coat that he took off from someone unknown, and wore a pair of black trousers. He looked about twenty-seven or eighty-year-old. Even though he was injured, his head was wrapped in white gauze. After several laps, he still couldn't hide the man's resolute and handsome face.

　　The other party was unconscious at this time, and patches of red blood oozed out from the gauze-wrapped area on the back of his head. In addition, there were also a lot of blood stains on the man's back, especially the exposed left shoulder, which was also injured. Severely injured, wrapped in thick white gauze.

　Zhao Xingguo looked at the scrapes and bruises on the other party's exposed skin, as well as some small wounds. He knew without guessing that the other party must have encountered a landslide when he went up the mountain, so he was injured. So embarrassed.

　　By the light of the flashlight, Zhao Xingguo took a closer look at the man's face, but he frowned for two full minutes and couldn't figure out the reason.

　　So, Zhao Xingguo shook his head and said, "Mr. Meng, I don't know the man you rescued. Looking at his clothes, I don't think he looks like a villager from other villages around our village."