The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

The soldiers dispersed and began to busy check their weapons and ammunition, the decadence and frustration just now vanished without a trace.

"Excuse me, are you Company Commander Yang?"

The health captain Zhang Hongying waved the health team who were busy on their way to stop, looked at the young and thin officer who was coming up, and asked uncertainly.

Zhang Hongying's voice is clear and clear, like the warm spring breeze, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Yang Ling's dark and deep eyes scanned the pretty young girl standing in front of him with a medicine box from head to toe, and nodded.

Zhang Hongying's flushed face was filled with joy, and she happily stretched out her white hand: "Hello, Company Commander Yang, I am Zhang Hongying, the captain of the health team."

Yang Ling hesitated for a moment, stretched out his dirty hand embarrassingly, shook it lightly, and introduced himself: "I am Yang Ling, the temporary head of the guard company."

After exchanging pleasantries, Yang Ling looked at the dusty crowd, and the tired guards asked Zhang Hongying, "Do you want to rest for a while?"

Zhang Hongying stretched out her hand and stroked Xiu on the forehead: "I heard that there are many wounded people ahead, we can save one more person if we arrived one minute earlier, so we won't rest, let's continue on our way."

Now that Zhang Hongying had made a decision, Yang Ling shrugged and did not object. Anyway, they were only responsible for protecting the health team's safety. As long as it didn't involve safety issues, everything was up to the health team.

Text Chapter 72 Returning to the Battlefield

Gunpowder smoke, gunfire, and bright red blood surged between the heaven and the earth, forming a vast picture scroll, spreading out in this cold and humid Jiangnan. ??

The fierce fighting continued day and night, and the roads were still muddy. The guard company and the health team added up to nearly a hundred people in a hurry, and went straight to the battlefield where the artillery was loud. This is a team that is moving forward in silence.

More than 30 soldiers of the guard company were scattered around the health team, their rifles had been removed from their shoulders, and the bullets were loaded in their hands, performing their guard duties in silence.

The further you go, the more intense the sound of the guns and guns. From time to time, you can see corpses lying in the muddy water beside the muddy road, and there is a rotten smell in the air.

The battle ahead was fierce. In order to blockade the defenders on the Chinese positions, the roaring and harsh sound of the devil's motors never completely disappeared. They kept dropping bombs and machine guns, trying to cut off the defenders' rear supplies.

The wounded soldiers in the front cannot be sent down, and the supplies in the rear cannot be sent up. This is a fierce battle with great disparity in strength.

Zhang Hongying was carrying a wooden box with a red cross on it. It was full of first-aid hemostatic bandages and medicines. It was a bit heavy, and the shoulder straps hurt her shoulders.

The original color of the white-bottomed black-topped cloth shoes could no longer be seen clearly, and they were covered with thick mud. She felt that every time she lifted her legs, she felt so strenuous, as if she had been filled with lead.

The muddy water seeped into the shoes along the gaps of the cloth shoes, wet and cold, and the continuous rush made her breathing disordered and short.

The farther forward the cannon sound was, the more intense the explosion was, as if the earth was trembling. Many female soldiers in the health team turned pale. After all, this was their first time on the battlefield.

Zhang Hongying was also not much better. Smelling the stench, her heart was full of emotions. If she hadn't clenched her teeth, she would have vomited already, but she was the captain of the health team, so she could only hold back.

Two months ago, she was a female student who shouted on the street to fight against Japan and save the nation, but now she has devoted herself to this movement of fighting against Japan and saving the nation with practical actions, and has become a female medical soldier.

China and Japan have invested nearly one million troops in this water-networked land for nearly three months, with corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowing like rivers.

The troops of one division after another were put into the battlefield, but most of them would be lost in less than a few hours. Some divisions persisted for less than a day, and less than a quarter of the people were still alive.

There were many dead and many wounded. The slightly wounded who were able to move were still fighting desperately with the devils on the battlefield, while the seriously wounded with missing arms and legs could only lie down and wait to die.

The squadron of this era does not have a complete logistics system like the Japanese army. They are equipped with medical soldiers, but the squadron does not. Many wounded soldiers died of excessive blood loss due to lack of timely treatment, and even more died of infection. It's countless...

Yang Ling was walking in front of the team with a [-] cover in his hand. The sound of guns and guns in front of him was fierce, and the sound of booming explosions could be heard from time to time. They were already very close to the battlefield.

The clever Jiao Ming was sent out by Yang Ling as a vanguard. He was one of the survivors of the [-]st Regiment, and this time he was also temporarily transferred to the guard company to return to the battlefield.

With his gun in his hand, Jiao Ming moved away from the large group behind by more than 200 meters. While walking, he looked around when he heard movement in the reeds next to him.

Jiao Ming suddenly became nervous. He stopped, gently pulled the bolt and loaded the gun, stared at the thick reeds, and listened attentively.

Painful groans came from the reeds, could it be the devils who infiltrated it?But it sounded like a wounded person.

Holding the gun, Jiao Ming carefully poked open the reeds. His finger was already on the trigger. He had already made up his mind to shoot at any time if the situation was wrong. After all, this place is close to the battlefield, and it is possible for little devils to infiltrate.

The reed pole blocking the line of sight was pulled away, Jiao Ming's footsteps stopped, and the gun in his hand dropped, and soon he turned around and ran towards the large army behind.

Two minutes later, the health team, Yang Ling and other members of the guard company arrived at the reed marsh, and they saw a shocking scene that was unforgettable for a lifetime.

There were at least one or two hundred seriously injured Chinese soldiers lying in the reeds. They lay helpless in the reeds, moaning in pain.

Obviously, they were intentionally hidden in the reeds to prevent being discovered by the devil's plane, but facing the blockade of the devil's artillery, they couldn't make it through, so they could only wait here to die.

The health captain Zhang Hongying took a deep breath, immediately removed the medicine box from her shoulders, and called the health team to rescue her.

It was the job of the health team to save the dying and heal the wounded, and Yang Ling was responsible for the security job. This place was only a mile or two away from the battlefield, and several shells fell on the road outside, sending dust flying.

The reeds are not big, the south side is leaning on the dirt road leading to the rear, the north is a ditch of unknown depth, the east is the battlefield with fierce guns and guns, and the west is in the direction of Zoumatang.

Yang Ling stretched out his hand to greet Jiao Ming, and ordered: "Xiao Jiao, take two people and walk around this reed swing to find out if there are any devils around."

Jiao Ming has a strong executive ability and a flexible mind. Yang Ling is very relieved to entrust him with such a task. Besides, he is still a member of the [-] Regiment and the only one he is familiar with now.

After Jiao Ming led the two of them into the reed marsh, Yang Ling turned around and walked in front of a man with a cold face.

"Platoon Leader Wu, take your men to the ditch over there, dig some foxholes, and try to separate them as much as possible, and I will leave them to you."

Platoon leader Wu Jiang was a very cold person, he didn't like to talk, he just nodded and walked towards the ditch over there, and the dozen or so people in his platoon followed his footsteps.

"Both of you, go 200 meters to the west and [-] meters to the south, and remember to fire a warning shot if there is a situation."

"Yes." The two soldiers immediately raised their guns and walked in the direction of their guards. They walked to an estimated distance of 200 meters and found a dry place to lie down.

"Commander Yang, what are we going to do?" Seeing that they all had their own things to do, except that the ten or so people in his platoon had nothing to do, the platoon leader Yang Dashu opened his mouth, showing his big yellow teeth, and asked in a low voice.

Yang Ling looked at the burly Yang Dashu, and pointed at the silent corpses: "Go help the health team and separate the living from the dead."

Yang Dashu turned his head and glanced at the corpses who had been dead for an unknown amount of time, some of them were even covered with maggots, his head shook like a rattle: "Company commander, you can't use a sledgehammer to kill chickens, just leave those to the health team. I think I'm still..."

Yang Dashu stopped before he finished speaking. Facing Yang Ling's dark and deep gaze staring straight at him, he felt uncomfortable, and a chill rose from his back.

"Isn't it just moving the corpses? Leave it to us to arrange it!" Yang Dashu felt that the atmosphere was not right, and immediately greased the soles of his feet to greet the brothers behind him and strode towards Zhang Hongying, the health captain: "Captain Zhang, if you have any heavy work, just tell us. There is strength."

Zhang Hongying was stopping the bleeding of the seriously wounded man whose arm had been blown off, without raising her head, she said, "Thank you so much, can you help carry those sacrificed people to the open space over there?"

Come on, my aunt was really rude, but she said it out loud, it's not his character to shrink back in front of women, Yang Dashu agreed with a straight neck, and beckoned to the sad-faced brother to start carrying the corpse.

Although the words are easy to talk, the work is not easy to do. Many of these corpses have rotted away, exuding a stench, because Yang Dashu's nerves are thick, and in the end he couldn't hold back the churning in his stomach, and he vomited out of exhaustion.

Text Chapter 73 Seriously Injured Commander

Although it was noon, the sky was gloomy like evening. A small ditch no more than two feet wide was flowing smoothly, very quiet and beautiful. On the south side of the small ditch was a small withered yellow reeds. It is a temporary camp for the health team. ?? ??

Beside the small ditch, two soldiers in gray military uniform, one tall and one thin, were waving their shovels and vigorously lifting up the soil. Irregular foxholes were slowly forming under their waving.

The tall soldier waved the shovel and lifted the wet soil into the gently flowing ditch, splashing a little bit of water, while pursing his lips and complaining: "Our company commander is also full of food and has nothing to do. Across this ditch It’s enough to be vigilant, and let us waste our energy digging these Laoshizi foxholes, isn’t this tossing us.”

The thinner soldier put his shovel on the ground, straightened his sore waist, looked at the temporary camp of the medical team in the south along the reeds, and said in a low voice: "Isn't this the three fires of the new official, who made us unlucky Woolen cloth."