Chapter 753 Sawing the Leg

To be honest, Luo Yao had sawed a lot of wood. He had sawed all the wood that two people could not hold in their arms. When he was practicing in the auditorium of the temporary training class.

The pillars are made of such thick wood.

But human legs are just...

"Tiger, how about you hold the saw?" Luo Yao handed the saw to Yang Fan and said.

"Team leader, how can I snatch this extremely meritorious thing from you? I'll just help you." Yang Fan directly extended his hand and refused.

Luo Yao looked at Kinoshita Zhishui.

This guy probably stood up for the sake of his compatriots. After all, he is still not from my race, but I can understand it.

If he has no mercy even for his fellow tribesmen, is he still a human being?

"Let me try……"

"Get out of the way, with your small body, you have no strength!" Yang Fan pushed him away without hesitation.

"I asked you to come just now, but you won't come?" Luo Yao sneered.

"I'm here to help you." Yang Fan chuckled, with a shameless expression.

Luo Yao looked at this guy with contempt. He had no choice but to do it. This guy Kinoshita was so thin and weak that it was difficult to carry a gun or carry a radio. He asked him to amputate his legs. Don't break his hands anymore. It's better to do it yourself.

It’s not that I have no experience. Isn’t the experience accumulated?

The more you saw, the more experience you will gain.

"Come on, where to start?" Luo Yao asked the "team doctor" woman. This sawing of legs cannot be done casually. At least, it must be like a carpenter, cutting the thread or something.

It was also the first time for the girl to encounter such a big job. There was a layer of fine beads of sweat on her little nose. She didn't know whether she was nervous or excited. After processing the gauze on the Japanese pilot's calf, she then After carefully observing it from top to bottom, the finger moved up one finger along the burned section: "Team leader, just saw off this line."

"Just watch, don't get splashed with stinky blood!" Luo Yao nodded, now it's a dead horse being treated as a living horse anyway.

The Japanese conduct so many cruel experiments on Chinese people at will. Can't they accumulate some practical experience?

What's more, I am saving people on a humanitarian basis.

"Xiao Lin, press it, don't let go!"

"Yes." Kinoshita Zhishui nodded with a solemn expression, and pressed his shoulders from behind the Japanese pilot with his hands.

"start!"

Ho, ho...

"ah……!"

"Bet your mouth, there's his own stinky socks there..."

"Gunpowder, gunpowder, I wasted several bullets!" Luo Yao took apart the bullet and poured the gunpowder inside directly onto the wound.

Then light a match!

Stab!

A string of flames burst out.

Then there was a muffled groan, a sock was stuffed in the mouth, making it impossible to scream, and then there was a smell of burning human flesh.

"There's nothing we can do. Stop bleeding and disinfect the battlefield. That's the fastest way. Where can we get so many medicines for him..."

"vomit……"

When Luo Yao turned around, he found that the little girl and Kinoshita had run out, and a series of vomiting sounds were heard outside the tent.

Even Yang Fan's Adam's apple squirmed a little, and he seemed to be unable to bear it any longer.

"Have you never learned first aid on the battlefield?" Luo Yao glared at him, "You can't stand this at all. Just swallow it."

Yang Fan was startled and swallowed back the food that came to his mouth. The sour taste was so uncomfortable.

Luo Yao was actually a little nauseous, but he had seen what purgatory looked like, and compared to what he saw, this was too childish.

"Who, please come in and take care of the inside?" Luo Yao reached over and felt the pilot's pulse. He found that he was still alive, but had fainted.

"Team leader..."

After vomiting, his face was still a little pale.

"Give him an injection to reduce the fever, and give him an injection of MF to relieve the pain, and bandage his broken leg. The next step is up to him. If he survives, his life will be his." Luo Yao ordered calmly.

"Yes, team leader."

Luo Yao came out of the tent. The air inside was getting polluted. Only when he came out did he realize how comfortable the fresh air was.

Washed hands.

Just as he was about to take out a cigarette from his pocket, he frowned. He had just smoked a few cigarettes from his pack when someone walked away.

It must be the bastard Yang Fan, he is the only one with such courage, but who did he learn this skill from, the little bastard Xia Fei?

I had no choice but to go back and get a pack of cigarettes from my suitcase, tear open the seal, take out one and light it.

"Team Leader Fang."

"Counsel Wei, what's the matter?" Luo Yao looked at it and saw that it was Wei Zhiming, feeling a little unhappy. This guy spoke for the little devil. Although he didn't necessarily have any evil intentions, he just felt uncomfortable.

"I just sent a telegram to the commander's department. Someone will come to pick up the Japanese pilot tomorrow." Wei Zhiming reported.

"What if this guy doesn't make it to dawn?"

"Whether he's dead or alive, it's not convenient to stay here, isn't it?" Wei Zhiming said.

"Okay, I understand this. It's best to take him away." Luo Yao nodded. Even if he was alive, he couldn't stay here, so it was better to send him away.

"Don't worry, Leader Fang, the credit for this belongs to you and the 401 team."

…

"Team leader, it's time to eat. We are eating potato stew tonight..." Lao Zhang, who was in charge of cooking, came in.

"Where did the meat come from?"

"Didn't you buy a cow leg? The hair has faded..."

The human leg that he sawed off suddenly appeared in front of Luo Yao's eyes. It was burnt, inflamed, and oozing pus. It was simply disgusting.

"Okay, I won't eat today, just give me a bowl of noodles."

"Okay, then I will share your share with everyone."

…

Luo Yao can also see the battle report of the fifth war zone. The fifth war zone now uses the set of secret codes he wrote.

Even if you don't show it to him, he can still know the current situation.

In short, not optimistic.

Many things are not simply intelligence issues. Sometimes, even if you know the opponent's deployment and lack of strength, there is nothing you can do.

The Fifth War Zone has gone through many wars. The number of personnel has been reduced, the damaged weapons cannot be replenished, the various units cannot coordinate, and the unit leaders have their own little ideas, and they cannot work together...

There are many problems. Li Delin leads such a hodgepodge of troops. It would be great to be able to fight like that in "Taierzhuang".

What's more, to be able to persist until now and keep fighting the Japanese invaders without giving in at all is something that ordinary people can't do.

Just do your own thing.

On the morning of the 4th, the Japanese 39th Division assembled in Suixian County began to attack Huang Qixiang's headquarters of the 11th Group Army stationed at Suiyangdian in the east of Zaoyang.

The Japanese army's strategic intentions are already very obvious.

That is to use the tactics of outflanking on the left and right and assaulting in the middle to eliminate the main force of the fifth theater in the Zaoyang area.

The Japanese army's appetite is indeed not small.

Moreover, with the current speed of advancement of the Japanese army, it is not impossible to achieve this strategic goal.

Luo Yao had no control over command matters, and it was not his turn.

He only deciphers the Japanese army's radio communications and provides intelligence support to the Fifth Theater Commander's Headquarters. Deciphering is his top priority.

The new secret code adopted by the Japanese army has almost no connection with the one used before. This is equivalent to abolishing the martial arts of the 401 group.

Fortunately, the secret code of the Japanese Army Air Force is still under control. The takeoff and landing of Japanese aircraft are basically in the hands of the 401 team as long as they are contacted through radio.

With this intelligence support, although the national army's positions were bombed, the losses and casualties were much smaller.

According to estimates from the Operations Section of the Fifth Theater Staff Office, casualties will be reduced by at least two-thirds, and weapon damage will be the same.

If this is the case, how much combat power will be saved? The consumption of troops and weapons will be reduced, and the time that the position can be sustained will inevitably be extended.

Then Li Delin became more relaxed in commanding and mobilizing troops.

However, the defeat continued, and occasionally there was news of retaking the position, but it was soon occupied by the Japanese army again.

The Japanese pilot's life was really very long. Although the fever had not completely subsided after one night, it was no longer as severe as the fever. He was just bleeding too much and was still in a coma.

The next morning, the Political Department of the Fifth War Zone sent someone to pick it up. As for where it was picked up, I don't know.

Anyway, this matter is no longer in Luo Yao's control.

Luo Yao was so busy with his work that he had no time to mind such noisy matters. Instead, his title of "The Great Demon King of Saw Legs" spread like wildfire, and all the nearby mountain people knew about it.

Although it was said that the purpose of amputating the legs was to save people, Luo Yao couldn't figure out how he got the title of "Big Demon King"?

Later, I don’t know who lied, saying that the leg was sawed off and stewed to weaken it.

This has been burned into black charcoal. Can it still be eaten? Even if he could eat it, this was human flesh. Would he dare to eat it? I didn’t know that the wicked and smoky person was specifically trying to ruin his reputation.

Luo Yao hated him so much that the few good-looking girls who were sent to work in the fifth war zone stayed away from him like little white rabbits seeing the big bad wolf.

"Canned beef, where did it come from?" Luo Yao asked in surprise when he saw two more cans of beef on the table.

"Oh, several boxes of Japanese canned beef were seized on the front line and sent to the theater headquarters. Mr. De asked someone to bring us a box." Wei Zhiming explained that the space was limited and they could only squeeze into one tent. There will be space for the office once the dining hall is cleared out.

"How many cans per box?"

"24 cans."

"Isn't it true that everyone can't get one can, but I only get two cans?" Luo Yao frowned slightly, although it is normal for officers in the national army to eat more and take more. If you are an official, you will not get more benefits. Who does it?

However, in the military technical room and the 401 team, Luo Yao himself never made any specializations. This was not unconventional. There were many officers in the national army who liked to live and eat with their subordinates without making any specializations.

"You are the team leader, as you should be." Wei Zhiming explained.

"Take this to the kitchen. When cooking, put it in and let everyone eat together." Luo Yao called the guard standing guard at the door in, handed him two cans of canned beef head, and ordered.

Wei Zhiming was a little embarrassed when he saw it. He was stunned for a moment, took out his two cans, chased after them, gave them to the guards, and sent them to the kitchen together.

"Team leader, Sister Hui's telegram..." Wen Xueren came in and saw that Wei Zhiming was also there, so he immediately retracted the next words.

"Ah, I'll go outside to take a breath, and you two can chat." Wei Zhiming smiled coyly. He also knew that it was not easy for others to talk while he was here. Could it be that I could teach you how to eat?

Just be smart and avoid it yourself.