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

The atmosphere in the field where the cold wind was howling was strange, and the camp of the devils with the tents standing there was dead silent, not even the sound of snoring, only a few devil sentinels with [-] rifles were shaking and looking around, cursing inwardly what happened to the broken soldiers who attacked Not yet.

During the agonizing wait, Shotaro Toshizuo sat on the bed and leaned on his saber and fell asleep in a daze. He slipped and almost fell to the ground. He opened his eyes and looked at his watch. It was almost midnight, but there was no one outside movement.

Tosho Taro frowned, did China really leave?

He called a second lieutenant who was shivering from the cold into the tent and asked, "Is there any movement from the Chinese people?"

The Second Lieutenant Guizi shook his head, he was also very puzzled, just now those Chinese rout soldiers hiding in the dark would harass them every half an hour, but now three full hours have passed, but there is no movement, their ambush It also became a decoration, which made him very depressed.

After pondering for a moment, the devil's young master Toshitaro stood up and took a deep breath: "We can't wait any longer, let the squadrons immediately withdraw to sleep."

Waiting aimlessly is tormenting and painful. Toshotaro is no longer ready to wait any longer, because he knows that the soldiers are exhausted, and if they can't get a good rest, tomorrow's pursuit will be greatly reduced.

"Sir, what if they harass you again?" Second Lieutenant Guizi asked with a frown.

Shao Zuo Shotaro Toshida replied firmly and affirmatively: "They probably won't come again in the second half of the night. They escaped all day and are equally exhausted."

The second lieutenant nodded in agreement with Shao Zuo Shotaro Togashi's analysis. After all, the strength of China's defeated soldiers is limited. They were tired after chasing them all day, and the Chinese people should not be much better. The attack in the middle of the night had already surprised them. If they come again in the middle of the night to harass them, they will not have the strength to run for their lives tomorrow.

The ghost soldiers who were ambushing in the darkness around the camp all withdrew to the camp and began to rest according to the order. After tossing around in the middle of the night, they were already as tired as dogs, and fell asleep after lying down.

Although Shao Zuo Shotaro Toshi judged that Yang Ling and the others should not come again, the security of the camp was still raised by a level, and a whole infantry squad was on standby.

Shao Zuo Shotaro Toshiro also put his clothes back together and went to bed again. He was so aggrieved by Yang Ling and the others. Coupled with the exhaustion of the journey, he fell asleep not long after.

Yang Ling was wrapped in a ragged army blanket and lay in the dry grass, sleeping very lightly. The howling cold wind woke him up. When he opened his eyes, the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed and the stars were exposed.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was already two o'clock in the morning. He wanted to rest for three hours before harassing the devil soldiers, but he didn't expect to oversleep, and several other brothers fell asleep. The days are really tiring.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up." Yang Ling went over with a gun and patted them awake one by one.

Liu Yidao wrapped himself in the old cotton coat and started to make it, rubbing his sleepy eyes and raised his head to ask Yang Ling: "Battle Commander, what time is it—"

"It's already two o'clock, sober up, let's beat the devils a few more times, we can't let them sleep peacefully."

After Yang Ling and the others checked their weapons and ammunition, they quickly walked towards the quiet devil camp without making a sound.

What Yang Ling and the others didn't know was that it was because they overslept and delayed the expected time that they avoided going through the gate of hell.

Soon, guns rang out again in the silent night, and grenades were thrown in several directions of the devil camp, rumbling flames splashed everywhere, and some devils howled terribly, which was extraordinarily scary in such a night.

"Retreat!" Yang Ling still carried out the harassment tactics, and retreated when the devils were woken up. He didn't want to fight or fight recklessly.

The ghost soldiers grabbed their guns and climbed up angrily. Such repeated attacks had also worn away their good temper. They couldn't see Yang Ling and the others, and fired into the surrounding wilderness as if venting, bang There was a bang bang, feeling a little bit annoyed.

"Hey, Battalion Commander, I'm afraid this devil is going to be pissed off." Hearing the dense and messy gunshots behind him, Liu Yidao grinned, showing his big white teeth, and laughed straight away.

Someone gloated and echoed: "We have to make the little devils sleepless, and see if they still have the strength to chase us tomorrow."

"Battalion Commander, should we go back to sleep or keep fighting?" Someone asked Yang Ling.

Yang Ling heard the gunshots from the devil's camp, and said maliciously: "Let's go again in 10 minutes. Even if we can't kill or injure them, it's okay to disgust them."

Now Yang Ling was really confident. Anyway, the main force of their defeated army had already retreated to a safe place to rest, so they didn't worry about being retaliated by the devils. Moreover, the devils had a large number of soldiers and a lot of luggage, so they were the best living targets.

With the cover of the night, as long as they are careful, they can harass the devil's camp unscrupulously, in order to achieve their goal of exhausting the devil soldiers.

Facing the huge monster of the devil brigade, Yang Ling didn't have such a big appetite to eat it, but he could still tear off a piece of meat by beating sporadically from time to time. Even if he couldn't get a piece of meat off, it would be disgusting and make them unable to sleep.

Yang Ling and the others tossed and tossed around the devil's camp all night, and then withdrew when it was dawn. This devil soldier was tossed so hard by them. All the devil soldiers who were tossed up and down again and again had dark circles under their eyes, and their faces were haggard.

And the ghost Shaozuo Toshotaro, who hadn't slept all night, had red and swollen eyes, and he didn't know whether it was from anger or lack of sleep.

"Go out immediately! Pursue!" The devil Shaozuo Toshotaro couldn't wait to vent the anger in his heart, and the Chinese rout in front was the best target to vent. Now it's dawn, and the initiative has returned. in their hands.

The exhausted ghost soldiers hurried on the road, and rushed towards Yang Ling and his group of defeated soldiers, wanting to avenge their shame.

And Yang Ling and the others had a good night's sleep, and their physical strength had recovered to a good degree. When Yang Ling and the others retreated, they started a new day of retreat.

Yang Ling and his group of raiders enjoyed the best treatment. They rode on horseback, so they could keep up with the pace of the team.

While Yang Ling and the others were fighting wits and bravery with the chasing devil soldiers in the Southern Jiangsu Plain to survive, the old smoker who was wounded and retreated from the wounded field hospital in the suburbs of Nanjing lived an unprecedentedly comfortable life.

Text Chapter 169 Treatment of Wounded Soldiers

Gray military tents were lined up neatly one after the other in the hidden woods, and several anti-aircraft machine gun positions were placed in the bunkers on the edge of the woods facing east, and guard soldiers with live ammunition were everywhere around the woods. ?

This is a temporary field hospital for wounded soldiers located on the outskirts of Nanjing. Thousands of wounded soldiers transported from the front line in Shanghai are crowded here for recuperation and treatment. The wounded soldiers who were transported from the front line were also sent to the hospital. here.

The old smoker originally wanted to follow the seriously wounded to Wuhan, because he heard Yang Ling once said that if Shanghai was lost, Nanjing would definitely not be safe. Although he didn't know why Yang Ling said that, he would rather believe it. There is an attitude of not believing anything, anyway, the farther away from here the better, in case the devils come over, you have to work hard.

But the old smoker was really unlucky. When he arrived at Xiaguan Station in Nanjing by train, a doctor in a white coat came to identify the injuries of their group of wounded. After fiddling with his arm, he said lightly: "Slight injury, no major problem."

At that time, Old Smoker really wanted to beat up the horse-faced doctor, but when he saw the gendarmes with live ammunition around him, he had to suppress his thought of beating up in his heart, and accepted the fact that he was slightly injured with a sad face.

It was because of the doctor's words that the old smoker's dream of being transferred to the rear of Wuhan for recuperation was shattered, because only the seriously injured would be transferred to the rear hospital after simple rescue. Those who were labeled as minor injuries They were placed in temporary wounded soldiers' hospitals along the way.

Can't go to the hospital in the rear which is safer and with better conditions. The old smoker, Fatty Tian San and a group of wounded were stuffed into the temporary hospital for wounded soldiers in the suburbs to recuperate. The arm was pierced by bullets and punched several holes, and it was almost useless. , but was identified as a minor injury, the old smoker was always in a panic.

But this war is in chaos, even if he is not angry, he has no place to reason. If he manages a bad hospital, he can do his best without going to the battlefield. The old smoking gun also has the optimism of this little man.

Thousands of wounded with various injuries crowded into a temporary wounded soldier hospital, the stench was suffocating, and the smell of blood was strong. The wounded soldiers cried and cried day and night in pain, and the blood-stained doctors were busy all the time. , I still can't take care of it.

Although Old Smoker and Fatty Tian San were injured to varying degrees, they were not serious. They just needed to rest for a while with bandages and medicines changed. The hospital for wounded soldiers stayed here. After all, compared to the Shanghai battlefield where the bombardment raged, it was heaven.

Although the conditions in the hospital were simple, Old Smoker and Fatty Tian San lived extremely well. It was the first time they experienced the treatment of wounded soldiers, and they almost couldn't think of leaving.

The front line was full of blood and blood, and patriotic students and the public could not go, because they would die, so they turned their attention to the wounded soldiers' hospital. Besides, the wounded soldiers' hospital where the old smokers stayed was in the suburbs of Nanjing. The next day, a large number of patriotic groups came to condolences to the wounded soldiers.

Although the old smoker is a company commander, he has met many people in the army, but he doesn't feel like they are all soldiers, but those female students and patriotic people who are holding flowers and eating, shouting slogans, suddenly surrounded him. The old smoker who came out of the ditch had never seen such a big battle, and he hurriedly backed away in fright, habitually going to grab the gun, but now he was a wounded soldier, there was still a gun there, and he was caught in vain.

In this short period of time, the wounded soldiers like Old Smoker were surrounded tightly, and the enthusiastic female students hugged and hugged them and hung flowers around their necks, feeling Seeing those fiery bodies on his body, smelling those intoxicating fragrances, the old smoker was embarrassed, and he didn't refuse while being embarrassed, he was still an old bachelor.

"Down with Japanese imperialism! Don't be a subjugated slave!"

"Resolutely resist! Never surrender!"

These female students shouted inspiring slogans, and the old smoker hurriedly put away the crooked heart in his mind.

Looking at the big red flower hanging on him, he straightened his hunched body, and a sense of pride welled up in his chest. He suddenly felt extremely honorable for the injury he had suffered for beating devils, and he wanted to transfer to the hospital behind. The smoke cleared.

Because this is a hospital with a large number of condolence groups, they can't stay long. In the end, everyone took a group photo together. The white light from the camera frightened the old smoker to hide subconsciously. A female student next to him stopped him and explained that he was going to Taking a picture, the old smoker made a big red face, he had seen such a foreign thing before.

The condolence group brought a lot of good things to the wounded soldiers, including food and drink, but only alcohol and tobacco, because the hospital has regulations that prohibit smoking and drinking, and they will be confiscated immediately if found.

"Company Commander, what are we doing these days?" The fat man ate his belly round, lying on the hospital bed in a comfortable posture, enjoying his current life very much.

The old smoker thought about it for himself, and finally concluded: "This is probably the life of a god."