The rescuer only glanced at the tree, and then his eyes widened.
Because Huo Zhengting was suspended in the air and stuck in the tree trunk, if the wind was stronger, he might be blown off.
He immediately raised the ladder, stood on the ladder with several people, and headed towards Huo Zhengting.
When the ladder slowly rose to the side of the tree, the trunk beside Huo Zhengting was already stained red with his blood. With trembling hands, the rescuer saw off the tree trunk that was jamming him, and then rescued Huo Zhengting.
When sawing through the trunk, the friction between the saw and the trunk caused a burst of vibration.
And every time the tree trunk vibrated, Huo Zhengting's wound would tremble along with it.
Even at this time, Huo Zhengting still remained awake and did not faint from the pain.
He just gritted his teeth like this, waiting for the rescuers to help him without saying a word.
Even his teammates were so shocked by this scene that they didn't dare to watch it, but he acted as if he wasn't the one who got stuck.
What kind of clank and iron is this?
The rescuer was a veteran in his 40s or 50s. He admired this boy for being so tough at such a young age, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
At this glance, he felt something was wrong. Why is this face so familiar?
The rescuer's surname is Zhao, and everyone in the army calls him Lao Zhao.
When Old Zhao put Huo Zhengting on the ladder and waited for the ladder to descend, he was really puzzled and asked, "Young man, what's your name?"
Huo Zhengting's lips moved, wanting to speak, but his voice was too low. In the heavy rain, Lao Zhao couldn't hear what he was saying at all.
It was the squad leader who answered Lao Zhao: "Master Zhao Yuan, his surname is Huo, and his name is Huo Zhengting."
"Huo Zhengting?" Old Zhao frowned, and asked again, "Is that Huo from the Huo family?"
Huo Zhengting nodded with difficulty, and Lao Zhao asked again: "Is your mother's surname Chu?"
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Huo Zhengting squeezed out a word between his teeth, and Lao Zhao burst into tears.
"You turned out to be General Chu's nephew! I just said why you look so familiar! Young man, you are really good, with the demeanor of General Chu back then!"
Old Zhao held Huo Zhengting's hand tightly. When he was a recruit, it was thanks to General Chu's hand in hand that he could grow so fast.
General Chu's younger sister, whom they have all met, is a very rare beauty.
The face of the young man in front of him overlapped with the faces in memory, and Lao Zhao's tears were like the pouring rain, which couldn't be stopped.
The ladder fell back to the ground, and the instructor saw Huo Zhengting gritted his teeth and remained silent, while Lao Zhao was crying like a tearful man, and was confused.
"Old Zhao, he, is he seriously injured?"
The instructor looked at the blood flowing from Huo Zhengting's body and clenched his fists.
If something happened to Huo Zhengting, he would never let himself go!
Old Zhao shook his head: "Now is not the time to talk, I will take him back to the camp first! A car will pick you up later!"
As he spoke, he took down a stretcher from the car, put Huo Zhengting on it gently, and then drove the rescue car forward like flying.
Huo Zhengting was lying on the stretcher, feeling much better and numb from the pain. He tried his best to tie up the lower end of his arteries to prevent excessive bleeding.
He watched Lao Zhao keep crying, so he changed the subject: "Master Zhao Yuan, do you, my uncle, and my mother know each other?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com