As soon as Zhang Hongying went out, she saw Yang Ling standing in uniform and waiting, and Yang Ling was looking at her with a faint smile.

Seeing that Yang Ling came back intact, Zhang Hongying's heart that had been hanging finally let go, and her heart blossomed, but when she thought that Yang Ling had come to see her for so long, her face was full of resentment.

"Sister-in-law, where is the group seat?"

Seeing Zhang Hongying standing in place and looking at Yang Ling but not going over, biting his lip and not speaking, Hu Zi reminded innocently.

Yang Ling saw Huzi standing there and ordered, "Huzi, you take something to see the blacksmith first, and I will go over later."

The blacksmith was injured during the battle in Minshan and sent to the hospital, Yang Ling came to see Zhang Hongying this time, but also to see how the old brother recovered.

After all, most of the troops are now new recruits, and their combat effectiveness is not strong, and it is urgent for them, veterans with rich combat experience, to go back and supplement the officer strength at the grassroots level.

"Tuanza, but I'm leaving, who will protect your safety?" Huzi said embarrassedly.

Yang Ling smiled bitterly when he saw the humble Huzi, pointed to the busy doctors around him and the wounded soldiers basking in the sun, and said: "This is all our own people, and there are no enemies, you protect the safety of that door, hurry up and take things to see the blacksmith and them, this is an order."

"Platoon commander, listen to the group seat, let's go."

Seeing that Huzi had not yet reacted, the brothers who were carrying food and medicine hurriedly pulled Huzi and was about to leave.

"Tuanza, then I'll go, I'll be over there, don't go far." Huzi was also worried about Yang Ling's safety, and said step by step.

Seeing Huzi and them leaving with their things, Zhang Hongying suppressed the excitement in her heart and walked towards Yang Ling in the surprised eyes of many people around her.

"I didn't expect them to care so much about your safety."

Zhang Hongying is also happy for Yang Ling, only a commander who has really won the support of officers and soldiers will do so.

Yang Ling smiled: "Rolling over from a trench, we all have a fateful friendship."

"You are proud, you ......" Zhang Hongying glanced at Yang Ling with disgust, but when she saw Yang Ling coming to see her, her heart was as sweet as drinking honey, full of love.

Although the two have already confirmed their relationship, Yang Ling wants to lead the troops to fight, while Zhang Hongying has to save lives in the hospital, and there are few opportunities for them to meet.

I often miss each other and have a thousand words, but at this moment, when I see my lover standing in front of me, a thousand words don't matter.

Just as the two looked at each other affectionately, there was a whisper of discussion and sneering laughter around them.

Those wounded soldiers who were basking in the sun speculated about Yang Ling's identity, and they were so lucky that they won the favor of the beautiful doctor Zhang Hongying.

And those female doctors and nurses saw Zhang Hongying, who had a serious face on weekdays, standing in front of Yang Ling with a flushed face like a little girl at the moment, and even spoke so softly, with envy on her face.

Zhang Hongying also felt the strangeness around her, and suddenly her pretty face turned even redder, she was very embarrassed, took Yang Ling's hand, and ran straight to her tent.

Zhang Hongying is now a serious military doctor, because he does battlefield rescue work, and in order to take care of them, these doctors rest, so they all have separate tents.

Yang Ling was grabbed by Zhang Hongying all the way to Zhang Hongying's tent.

The tent was simply furnished, except for a resting camp bed, with a few medical books at the head of the bed and a blood-stained white coat in the basin, not even a bench.

"You're thirsty, I'll get you some water." Zhang Hongying asked Yang Ling to sit down on the simple marching bed, and was busy beckoning to fetch water for Yang Ling.

Yang Ling pulled Zhang Hongying to sit down, looked at her haggard face and said distressedly, "I'm not thirsty, you can sit down and rest first."

Zhang Hongying was looked at by Yang Ling so affectionately, her face was flushed, she punched him, and buried her head in Yang Ling's arms in embarrassment.

Feeling Yang Ling's broad chest, she felt an unprecedented sense of security, every time he fought on the front line, he would worry about Yang Ling, thinking of countless frightened nights, he couldn't help but sobbed in a low voice.

And Yang Ling also hugged her into his arms, letting Zhang Hongying cry like a vent, although the two were lovers, they couldn't stay together, let Zhang Hongying bear everything alone, he was very guilty.

He is a soldier and is destined to belong to the battlefield, and he also knows that this is a little unfair to Zhang Hongying, but in such a war year, this is also a helpless thing.

Zhang Hongying's crying eyes were red, and she wiped away her tears, then she raised her head and stroked Yang Ling's dark face full of wounds, feeling distressed.

Zhang Hongying asked cautiously, "Does it still hurt?"

Yang Ling shook his head: "It's just a little bit of skin, it doesn't hurt."

Compared with those brothers who were blown up by the devil's cannon fodder on the battlefield and had broken arms and legs, he, the regiment commander, was in a safe command post most of the time, and although he would be injured on the battlefield, most of them were scratches and abrasions from explosive films.

"You've lost weight, aren't you eating well on the battlefield?" Zhang Hongying watched Yang Ling become dark and thin, and asked with concern.

Yang Ling replied with a smile: "I'm the head of the regiment, how can I not eat well."

Yang Ling said and picked up the canvas bag he was carrying, opened it and took out the canned meat, shook it in front of Zhang Hongying's eyes, and said, "We can still eat the devil's canned meat from time to time, and I brought you some this time."

Looking at the canned meat labeled in Japanese, Zhang Hongying was like a child who had won a novelty toy, and her face suddenly became full of excitement.

"The last time the chief came to the hospital to condole, he also brought some canned food, but I only got half of it, but it was delicious." Zhang Hongying said excitedly.

Looking at Zhang Hongying's excited appearance, Yang Ling had a sour nose, the battlefield conditions were difficult, although they were treated better, but it was not much better, and seeing Zhang Hongying suffering, his heart was not good

Yang Ling stroked her hair and said, "As long as you want to eat, I will send you some after I seize the canned food."

Zhang Hongying shook her head again and again, she also knew that the troops fought the front line, and it was not common for them to be captured, she didn't want Yang Ling to take the risk of seizing canned food for her.

Zhang Hongying carefully picked up the canned food that Yang Ling gave her and put it at the head of the bed, then pointed to the canvas bag and said, "I can't eat much by myself, these will be given to the wounded later."

Seeing that Zhang Hongying was still thinking about others at the moment, Yang Ling also shook his head with a wry smile: "Keep it for yourself, the wounded have already been sent over, and I have brought a lot of medicines, but most of them have been handed over to the brigade headquarters, and they should also be sent over by then."

Hearing Yang Ling say this, Zhang Hongying thought of her group of little sisters who had been chattering, and agreed to keep the rest.