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

Speaking of bad luck, the tall soldier felt full of grievances, so he simply threw the shovel in his hand on the ground, sat down on the ground, and cursed softly: "Damn, why did we make all the bad luck happen. "

They managed to survive the fierce battle with the devils. They could have evacuated with the remnants, but they were temporarily transferred to the protection health team and came to this place close to the battlefield. Thinking about it, they all feel that they have lost eight lives mold.

The thinner soldier shoveled a few more shovels of mud, tilted his head and saw the tall soldier lying there too lazy to move, sighed and reminded him.

"Get up and dig, or the company commander will be punished again when he sees us being lazy."

The tall soldier with his legs crossed in his mouth, lay comfortably with his eyes closed, nonchalantly: "What are you afraid of? Could it be that he can still eat me?"

Seeing the tall soldier lying motionless on the ground, the thinner soldier seemed to have lost his motivation. He threw the shovel and simply sat down.

Anyway, there is a ditch across here. If the little devil's infiltration team really wants to come here, it will not be so easy. In their eyes, digging foxholes for defense is completely unnecessary and a waste of effort.

"What do you think about the origin of our surname Yang? Our platoon leader is so arrogant that he obeys him. This is not like our platoon leader." The thinner soldier leaned closer to the tall soldier and asked gossip.

Although their platoon leader Wu Jiang has a cold temper and doesn't like to talk, he always has a straight face on weekdays, but he has no ability to talk about it. They saw Wu Jiang single-handedly against five strong men without losing the wind, but It just so happens that such a powerful character is willing to obey the company commander surnamed Yang, which makes them very puzzled.

Hearing what the thinner soldier said, the tall man still closed his eyes, and said slowly: "I have inquired, this Yang man has no background, he is just an ordinary company deputy of the [-]st Regiment. He was left as a polished commander, so he was transferred to be this hapless guard company commander."

Hearing the tall soldier's answer, the thinner soldier suddenly realized that this man surnamed Yang was quite pitiful. There was only one person left in the company who was killed or injured, and the unlucky one came to be the guard company commander again, and he was sent to die again. Task, thinking of what happened to Yang Ling, he suddenly felt a little gloating, and felt that he was not so unlucky.

"Ahem——" the platoon leader Wu Jiang coughed twice with a cold face, and the two unlucky and lazy soldiers heard someone coughing suddenly, and they grabbed their guns and got up in fright.

With his hands behind his back, Wu Jiang swept the two terrified soldiers from head to toe with a dark face, and asked calmly, "Are you free? Are the foxholes dug?"

The two groaned in their hearts. They were so unlucky that their teeth would be stuffed with cold water. Looking at their shallow foxholes, they replied embarrassingly: "Not yet...not yet."

Wu Jiang looked at the two people who were embarrassed, and snorted coldly: "Then why are you still standing there, hurry up! If anyone can't dig well, you don't have to eat dinner today!"

The two soldiers, one tall and one thin, immediately picked up the shovel they threw on the ground and began to wave it vigorously. People are like iron and rice are steel. If you don’t eat a meal, you will feel hungry. If you are really hungry, you don’t have to do anything. .

Wu Jiang looked at the two soldiers who were struggling to dig, hands behind their backs, and walked forward with a cold face.

He could hear the conversation of the two soldiers clearly. Although Yang Ling was just an unlucky company commander in their eyes, Wu Jiang didn't think so.

People who can climb out of the dead can live so long without two brushes?

Wu Jiang, who was transferred to Yang Ling's subordinate, has not discovered what is so great about Yang Ling, but he will never foolishly think that Yang Ling is an ordinary company commander.

His intuition and experience told him that Yang Ling was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, so he resolutely carried out Yang Ling's orders, digging foxholes must be done well, and he couldn't let Yang Ling find any clues, so he personally supervised.

Of course, Yang Ling didn't know what Wu Jiang's platoon leader was thinking, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. All he cared about was to survive. As long as these people strictly enforced the order, he wouldn't deliberately seek trouble from anyone.

The temporary camp of the health team has been set up in a small reed marsh, and the health team leader Zhang Hongying is leading a group of people to try their best to rescue the wounded.

Some of the seriously wounded were dead because they were not treated in time, and they were being carried to the side under the leadership of Yang Dashu and others, digging a hole and burying them.

Facing so many dead and seriously wounded, the only thing Yang Ling could do now was to dig a hole to bury them, which was better than leaving corpses in the wilderness.

Now that they have made contact with the front position, more wounded are being sent here continuously. After simple bandaging treatment, they will be sent to the rear after dark.

"Doctor! Where is the doctor! Hurry up and save our regiment leader!" The urgent voice caught Yang Ling's attention.

Looking around, Yang Ling saw several soldiers covered in dust and blood running towards a man with blood on their backs, shouting towards him from a distance.

The health captain Zhang Hongying hadn't rested since she came here. There were too many wounded, and she was too busy to touch the ground. When she saw another wounded being brought down, she hurriedly called Yang Ling, the only idler, to come forward to help.

Yang Ling took off the rifle from his shoulder, strode over, and with the help of several soldiers, put down the wounded man who had been blasted to pieces.

"Captain Lin?" Yang Ling asked subconsciously when he saw the bloody face clearly.

The bloody and seriously wounded man was Lin Xiaohou, head of the [-]th Regiment. His military uniform had been torn to pieces by shrapnel, and he had passed out in a severe coma.

Text Chapter 74 Wounded Soldiers with No Place to Place

Lin Xiaohou led the [-]th Regiment of the Sichuan Army, which was poorly equipped, to fight bloody with the devils on the right bank of Yunzaobang, and the devils, who became furious, covered their positions with howling artillery fire. ?

The entire position seemed to have been plowed, and the soldiers of the Sichuan Army suffered heavy losses. Even the regiment leader Lin Xiaohou was sent down bloody and bloody.

After the scarred Sichuan soldiers left Lin Xiaohou to the health team, before the health team had time to bandage their wounds, they turned around and ran back to the artillery-fired positions.

The Japanese army's attack became more violent, not only bombarded by artillery fire, but also the planes in the sky were circling and strafing and dropping bombs, as if they wanted to smash the positions of the Chinese defenders to pieces.

The slightly wounded still insisted on fighting bloody battles on the front line, while the seriously wounded were continuously sent to this hidden reed marsh. The health team performed simple bandages and waited for dark to be sent to the rear.

Yang Ling's task was to be in charge of the safety of the health team, but there were too many wounded, and the health team was already too busy to touch the ground. He had to take Yang Dashu and others to participate in the rescue of the wounded.

"I don't want to die, save me, save me." A soldier whose stomach was blown to pieces lay on the ground, howling in pain, holding Yang Ling tightly with bloody hands.

Yang Ling had already examined him, and his intestines were severed by shrapnel. With their current medical conditions, it was impossible to save him.

"Yang Dashu, carry it away."

Although Yang Ling couldn't bear this kind of people who couldn't be saved at all, he had to let Yang Dashu carry him aside cruelly. He had to save those who still had hope.

"Help me, save me." The soldier cried and struggled, his complexion distorted by the pain caused by the wound.

"Sir, you should save him first." Another soldier whose chest was pierced by a bullet heard his companion's wailing, and couldn't bear to beg Yang Ling who was buried in his examination.

Yang Ling used to be the king of soldiers and had learned first aid in the field. He also wanted to save the crying soldier, but he couldn't. He felt deeply powerless.

Yang Ling shook his head helplessly: "His intestines have been cut, it's useless to save him."

The soldier who asked the question was dejected and muttered to himself: "He saved my life..."

Yang Ling bowed his head and remained silent. He washed the dirt and blood from the wound on the soldier's chest with clean water, wrapped him with gauze, and then went straight to the next soldier.

Not only are they in short supply of medical staff, but they are also in short supply of medicine and gauze. Facing the continuous stream of wounded, they can only stop the bleeding. Whether they can survive depends on their fate.

Yang Ling and the others were busy until the moon was in the sky, and the gloomy sky had a rare moonlight. The cold moonlight shone on the reeds, and the wounded soldiers all over the ground added a bit of desolation.

Hundreds of lightly and seriously wounded were sent to the rear under the cover of night. Only those who were dead and dying were left in the camp of the health team. Everyone in the health team was exhausted, not only physically but also mentally. Powerless, watching the wounded die in front of their own eyes, only they can understand the painful feeling.

The cauldron was set up, the firewood was crackling, the bloody gauze was billowing in the heat, and the clear water in the pot turned into bloody water.

The gauze they brought had been used up, and the bloody gauze wrapped on the dead man had to be removed and re-boiled and sterilized for reuse. Sad and helpless.

The members of the health team have been busy all the time, and now they are all exhausted and collapsed, lying on the ground without any image, panting heavily.

Yang Ling arranged patrols in all directions, and most of his power was placed on the east and back, where the devils were most likely to infiltrate.

Although it was already dark, the battle ahead still did not stop. The rattling machine guns were mixed with the explosion of grenades, and the intensive rifle shooting sounded one after another, interweaving into a symphony in such a noisy night.

Yang Ling inspected the sentry post and returned to the reed marsh after making sure it was safe. He sat on the ridge lined with reed poles and stared blankly at the health captain Zhang Hongying busy among the dying soldiers.

Zhang Hongying is a cheerful person, with a bright smile on her face, and her two dimples are really pretty when she smiles. Yang Ling felt like a spring breeze when he saw her for the first time.

But at this moment, Zhang Hongying's often smiling face was covered with deep tiredness. Looking at the soldiers lying on the ground moaning in pain, there was deep powerlessness in her heart.