Chapter 37: The mentality of a great country

When Ding Feiyu sent the veteran back to Anchorage, he left a message to Ye Zhiqiu with a large font size on the back of the sign because he was afraid that the font size would be smaller, Ye Zhiqiu would not see it. But in fact, the information method of text images would be too large and would also be distorted. Although Ding Feiyu did not need to sit on the plane to see the things drawn by Ding Feiyu, when Ye Zhiqiu drove the land coming from the road and flew past the veteran's cottage at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour, he did not notice the Chinese characters like ghost-drawing talismans.

Originally, Ye Zhiqiu's psychological defense line in an unknown driving environment was 140 kilometers, but the road conditions of this tourist highway were really outrageous. Considering that he could not expect anyone to come to save him when he flipped into a ditch, he could only patiently let the speedometer's pointer shake about 100 kilometers.

Duncan woke up several times in the middle, but the fever did not relieve it. Ye Zhiqiu had run out of alcohol in his bag and did not dare to take antipyretics. He could only apply it with cold water, which was very poor. When Duncan woke up again in the bumps, he asked blankly: "I'm not dead yet?"

"Yes." It happened to be a corner. Ye Zhiqiu did not step on the brakes and changed gears directly to the corner. As a result, before leaving the corner, he saw a SUV throwing the roadside. He shook the steering wheel and almost threw Duncan out of the car.

Duncan shouted, stretched out his hand to cover his head that was hit by the car door. He was tied to the back seat by Ye Zhiqiu. In addition, he had a long high fever, and his joints and muscles were sore all over his body. He couldn't stand up and look out of the car, so he had to ask, "Where are we?"

"On the highway." Ye Zhiqiu was still in shock and decided to slow down in a bad-looking area in the future. Fortunately, the vehicle did not drift just now, otherwise they would have to climb under the highway not in the burning car. So he answered a standard nonsense.

Fortunately, Duncan's mind was still in a groggy state, and he didn't notice that he had just got an answer that was very close to the truth. He covered his head and said, "I'm sick? Where is my father?"

"I left him where I was." Ye Zhiqiu first picked a simple answer, then hesitated for a moment before saying, "You are not sick, you are infected."

Telling Duncan the truth is cruel, but Ye Zhiqiu is not a soft-hearted person. He is only willing to help those who are worthy of help. If Duncan is crushed by the truth, he doesn't mind stopping and throwing him down. Without that kind of drug support, according to Japanese research data, he will become a zombie within 24 hours. Obviously, the Japanese came to this conclusion and must have done a living experiment, but they don't know if they have volunteers like Yi Hui and the others.

After a while of silence, Duncan whispered, but Ye Zhiqiu didn't hear it clearly and asked loudly: "What?"

"Is it my father right?" Duncan had to raise the volume.

"I don't think he did it on purpose." When he said this sentence loudly, he seemed insincere, but Duncan accepted his comfort and asked after a while: "Why am I not dead yet?" He had seen several cases of what happened after humans were infected, so he discovered the problem after thinking about it for a moment.

Ye Zhiqiu was very satisfied with his calm thinking ability. It was rare for him to be sensitive to key issues. Unfortunately, according to the Japanese, the drug could not be interrupted once it started to be used and would continue to damage the user's body. In this sense, Duncan's ending was destined to be very bad. Even if he could live to find a cure, his body had been seriously damaged.

He looked at Duncan from the rearview mirror and answered his question: "I injected you with a drug that can relieve infection, but it will reduce your blood oxygen content. If you feel stuffy and weak in your chest now, it is not because you are sick, but because this drug blocks blood oxygen synthesis."

"I just feel pain all over my body now," Duncan complained in pain, and then suddenly asked, "Do I need to use this medicine all the time?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked at him with admiration, but unfortunately Duncan couldn't see his expression: "Yes, but at least there is hope."

Duncan was silent for a while and asked, "Are you American?"

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment and asked back, "Why are you asking this question?"

Duncan was silent for a while and said, "A few days ago, we heard the sound of cannons. My father said that it was a naval gun of more than 1,20 mm, but it was definitely not from the US Navy."

The cannon sound they heard should have been emitted by the Russians when they shelled Yang Xiao and the others. The caliber of the ak130 was 130 mm. Although Duncan's father did not guess, it was not much different. Generally speaking, the sound of the large-caliber heavy artillery was similar. It was difficult to tell whether it was a naval gun or a land-based artillery. However, Alaska was mountainous and the maneuver of the heavy artillery troops was difficult, so it was not difficult to guess that the shelling came from a ship. So Ye Zhiqiu was curious about only one thing: "Is your father a soldier?"

“He has served in the Navy.”

"Uh." Ye Zhiqiu knew it in his heart. No wonder Duncan's every move was very military. It turned out that it was learned by words and deeds. He frowned and asked, "That's why you went to check it out?" After getting Duncan's confirmation, Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and said, "Your father was too careless and actually asked you to do such a dangerous thing."

"He wanted to go by himself," Duncan said, "but he was sick."

"Why did he have to do this?" Ye Zhiqiu asked casually.

Duncan immediately replied: "He said: 'This is the first time in more than two hundred years that foreign artillery fire fell on this land. Although we are unable to resist, we must at least record this moment and then take revenge thousands of times."

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, and in a daze, he almost hit the cliff on the side of the road. He frowned and said, "I like your father's thoughts."

When Duncan was proud of his father, he forgot to continue to worry about Ye Zhiqiu's nationality and replied: "My father said that this is the mentality that great people should have."

"Yes." Ye Zhiqiu sighed. This is the difference between cultures between China and the United States. Americans advocate tooth for tooth and blood for blood. If you suffer losses, you must find the place. You would rather lose 10,000 yuan than kill 8,000 enemies. Chinese people pay attention to repaying grievances with virtue and comparing people with virtue.
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