Chapter 271 (1/2)

No Baijiu Baijiu is replaced by high spirits. No anesthetic is used in place of high spirits. Shu Liang, a northern man, has lost his reaction to alcohol. A bottle of 60 degree Erguotou is poured into his stomach, burning heartburn and burning the lung.

The young nurse trembled to clean Shuliang's wound and sew Shuliang's wound like sewing clothes. Even such clumsy technology is difficult to find. Just now, two wounded soldiers died in pain because of massive bleeding without timely treatment, which was impossible before the great disaster. Now I look at the soldiers who fought side by side and close their eyes in despair and helplessness.

Shu Liang mercilessly didn't send the two dead soldiers. He didn't know when he would die like them. Maybe only death is the real liberation.

”May they rest in peace in heaven, where there is no pain and war...” he suddenly remembered what the priest often said in the film.

”Battalion commander, no, the coal mine collapsed!” outside the door, the guard sunspot pushed open the door and rushed in.

”What are you talking about?” Shu Liang suddenly stood up. The female nurse around him didn't respond. The needle and thread tore another wound at the wound. He endured the sharp pain and asked the female nurse to bandage the wound immediately and said, ”what's the matter? Is someone destroying it?”

When Shu Liang retreated to Lihua coal mine, he naturally became the top military officer here. Everything that happened in Lihua coal mine was related to Shu Liang. If the coal mine could not produce for any reason, he would naturally bear the greatest management responsibility.

”It seems like a landslide. The workers inside are trapped in the tunnel. It doesn't look like someone is destroying it?”

Shu Liang breathed a sigh of relief. As long as someone didn't destroy it secretly, the safety production of the coal mine has not been solved after the disaster. Due to the lack of equipment and technical personnel, coal mining has become a dance with the God of death. No one has been concerned about frequent coal mine safety accidents for a long time. The people above are only concerned about how much coal can be produced every day, How many people die every day is nothing.

”How many people are trapped in the mine? Where did the accident happen in the mine? When can production be resumed...” Shu Liang asked several questions. When he found that sunspots looked at a loss, he thought of these questions. He should not ask sunspots: ”go and find the person in charge of the coal mine for me, immediately organize personnel to repair, immediately send someone to notify hacheng and ask hacheng to send someone to coordinate this matter”.

The female nurse looked at Shu Liang nervously, opened her mouth, didn't dare to disturb Shu Liang, lowered her head, and tears kept falling down her thin chin.

Shu Liang took a few steps and looked back and said, ”are there relatives under the coal mine?”

The female nurse nodded, her body trembled slightly and said, ”is it my brother under the coal mine?”

Shu Liang didn't speak again. He didn't seem to hear the voice of the female nurse. He walked out of the door. A strong last sunset stabbed him. He couldn't open his eyes. He reached out and wiped some wet corners of his eyes. He looked up and saw that the people around him were running towards the mine.