Yuan Lang did not force it. There was something else he had come here, and he didn't know if it was appropriate to make a decision now.

After thinking about it, I decided to say hello.

"Old Lu, can you give me Wang Xikui? If I want to form a team of sharpshooters, I lack this person with good shooting skills. Wang Xikui has rich experience in the battlefield and is simply the best choice."

Lu Xiaozhong opened his mouth, "What do you say from the commander?"

From the bottom of his heart, of course he doesn't want to. Who would let such a good soldier go?

But he also knew that Yuan Lang couldn't refuse to ask for someone.

"Don't worry about Captain Kong's attitude, just talk about yourself."

Yuan Lang thought for a while and added another condition: "I want you a sharpshooter. In three months, I will give you three."

He offered a condition that Lu Xiaozhong could not refuse.

In fact, without this condition, Lu Xiaozhong could not refuse.

"Okay, I think the team leader must have agreed to you. What conditions did you give him?" Lu Xiaozhong agreed immediately, but was quite curious.

The team leader will not miss this opportunity, and he has to ask for something even if he is soft and hard.

He guessed it.

"Two heavy machine guns that can prevent air, and I will get a few more sharpshooters." Yuan Lang said.

Kong Jie, Ding Wei and Li Yunlong, these people all have no profit to get up early.

One code is one code, one promised before, but now another person is needed.

In order to form a team of sharpshooters, Yuan Lang has been assigned to various troops, including six Type 92 infantry cannons and twenty air defense dual-purpose heavy machine guns.

The brigade commander had to go away two guns, eight machine guns, Ding Wei's new regiment, one gun, and six machine guns.

The Independent Regiment has two cannons and six machine guns.

A cannon was supported by the Death Column.

Yuan Lang's speed of losing his family was comparable to that of the boy Shancai. It attracted the surprise of the regiment-level cadres of various troops, and his eyes looked at Yuan Lang like gold ingots.

Of course, he also had thirty people in his hands, and he could train a team of sharpshooters according to his wishes.

After talking about the main business, the two chatted for a while. The nurse pushed the door and walked in, holding a tray in her hand: "Patient, it's time to take medicine."

"What medicine is it?" Lu Xiaozhong asked.

While pouring water for him, the nurse replied: "It is anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers. After taking them, it will not hurt so much after reducing the risk of infection."

"Pain relief?" Lu Xiaozhong was a little puzzled. He knew about the anti-inflammatory drugs, but he had never heard of pain relief before.

Is it the anesthetic type?

Seeing his hesitation, Yuan Lang explained: "The side effects of painkillers are not great, they are a bit irritating, and they will feel nauseous, nausea, and don't want to eat.

But the benefits are great, at least you won’t feel that hurt.”

After being injured, the pain in the wound was inevitable. Lu Xiaozhong had also been injured before, so he could only grit his teeth and get hurt.

To be honest, sometimes it hurts so much that I really want to die.

He used role models to motivate himself, such as Deputy Brigade Commander He of the 120th Division.

When he was still in the Red Army, he was injured for the sixth time. His entire right arm was blown into a pulp, his bones were broken, leaving only a little skin to his shoulders.

Only by sawing off your arms can you save your life. Without medical equipment and anesthetics, use a saw with wood to see the right arm.

At that time, Deputy Brigade Commander He was sweating profusely and his face was pale.

The doctor's hands were trembling and he didn't dare to force them. He encouraged the doctor and said, "I am not afraid of myself, what are you afraid of? Come on!"

It took 2 hours and 16 minutes before and after the operation. The towel in Deputy Brigade Commander He's mouth was bitten to pieces.

Guan Yun’s bone scraping and curing poison is just like this.

Think about it, if you don’t use anesthetics and use a wooden saw to saw off your arms, the pain you suffer is nothing.

But Lu Xiaozhong was not a masochist, and the conditions were limited and there was no anesthetic, so he could only endure it.

If possible, he doesn't want to suffer from pain.

However, before taking the medicine, he still had to ask clearly where this medicine came from and is there a large amount?

If it is very limited, please leave it to others who need it more.

I can still bear the pain if I have a little pain.
Chapter completed!