Lin Xiaohou led the 799th Regiment of the poorly equipped Sichuan Army to fight the devils on the right bank of Yunzaobang and did not retreat, and the embarrassed and angry devils roared artillery fire to cover their positions. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The entire position seemed to have been plowed over, and the soldiers of the Sichuan army suffered heavy losses, and even the regiment commander Lin Xiaohou was blown to the point of flesh and blood.

After the scarred Sichuan soldiers left Lin Xiaohou to the health team, before the health team could bandage their wounds, they turned around and ran back to the artillery position.

The Japanese attack became more violent, not only the artillery bombardment, but also the planes in the sky were circling and strafing, throwing bombs, as if to smash the positions of the Chinese defenders.

The lightly wounded continued to fight on the front line, while the seriously wounded were sent to this hidden reed, where the health team was simply bandaged and sent to the rear after dark.

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

"I don't want to die, help me, help me." A soldier with a broken stomach was lying on the ground, wailing in pain, his bloody hand clutching Yang Ling tightly and not letting go.

Yang Ling had already examined him, and his intestines had been cut off by shrapnel, and with their current medical conditions, they couldn't be saved at all.

"Yang Dashu, take it away."

For this kind of person who can't be saved at all, although Yang Ling can't bear it, he has to ruthlessly let Yang Dashu carry him aside, he has to save those who still have hope.

"Help me, help me." The soldier cried and struggled, his face distorted in pain from the wound.

"Sir, save him first." Another soldier who had been pierced by a bullet in the chest heard the wailing of his companion and couldn't bear to pray to Yang Ling, who was burying his head in examining him.

Yang Ling used to be the king of soldiers, he had learned battlefield ambulance, and he also wanted to save the wailing soldier, but he really couldn't save it, and he felt deeply powerless.

Yang Ling shook his head helplessly: "His intestines are all cut, and it's useless to save it."

The soldier who questioned him was full of despondency, and muttered, "He saved my life......"

Yang Ling lowered his head and said nothing, cleaned the mud and blood from the bullet in the soldier's chest that penetrated the wound with clean water, wrapped him with gauze, and then went straight to the next soldier.

Not only are they now in great need of medical staff, but even medicine gauze is also in short supply, and in the face of the continuous flow of wounded, they can only simply stop the bleeding, and whether they can survive depends on their creation.

Yang Ling and the others were busy until the middle of the moon, and the sky that had been gloomy and gloomy was rarely sprinkled with moonlight, and the cold moonlight was sprinkled 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, and only those who died and those who were on the verge of death remained in the camp of the health team, and all the people in the health team were exhausted, both physically and mentally powerless, and the painful feeling of watching the wounded die in front of them was only understood by themselves.

The cauldron was set up, the wood crackled and burned, the bloody gauze churned in the heat, and the water in the pot turned into blood.

The gauze they brought had all been used up, and they had to remove the bloody gauze wrapped in the dead man's body and boil it again, sterilize and reuse, sad and helpless.

The members of the health team had been busy, and at the moment they were all exhausted and collapsed, lying on the ground without any image, gasping for breath.

Yang Ling arranged patrols in all directions, and most of the power in his hands was placed on the east and back, which was the easiest place for devils to infiltrate.

Although it was already dark, the battle ahead did not stop, and the sound of machine guns mixed with the explosion of grenades and the sound of dense rifle fire were intertwined into a symphony in such a noisy night.

After Yang Ling finished inspecting the sentry post and making sure that it was safe, he returned to the reeds, sat on the ridge with reed poles, and watched the health captain Zhang Hongying busy among the soldiers who were on the verge of death.

Zhang Hongying is a cheerful person, with a bright smile on her face, and the two small dimples are very good-looking when she laughs, and Yang Ling felt like a spring breeze when she saw her for the first time.

But at this moment, Zhang Hongying's face, which was often smiling, was full of deep tiredness, looking at the soldiers lying on the ground and moaning in pain, there was a deep powerlessness in his heart.

Two months ago, she was still a young female student running on the street shouting to resist Japan and save the country, but now she has joined the anti-Japanese movement and volunteered to become a field medical soldier.

But watching countless wounded soldiers die in pain because of lack of clothes and medicine, her heart was deeply pierced, in fact, many people could have not died, but the cruel reality made them really powerless.

"Rush...... "Many soldiers who were unconscious with a high fever were lying on the cold ground and still shouting in their dreams to charge, they were brave soldiers, but she was not a qualified medical worker.......

Zhang Hongying thought that becoming a field nurse could save lives, but in the face of so many wounded soldiers, he felt tired for the first time, and his initial excitement had gradually turned into numbness.

Looking at the soldiers who were shouting and charging in her dream, Zhang Hongying's eyes flashed with tears, and she deeply blamed herself for her powerlessness.

Yang Ling sat in the distance and heard Zhang Hongying sobbing in a low voice, sighing heavily, this is a huge furnace of flesh and blood, thousands of soldiers are struggling here for life and death, and living has become a luxury.

Yang Ling thought of Lin Xiaohou, that thin and weak steel man, although he was blown up and his flesh and blood were still screaming and fighting, although he was sent down, he didn't know if he could come back to life.

"Company commander, there's movement over there." Jiao Chaoming ran to Yang Ling with a rifle and said breathlessly.

Yang Ling's face was grim: "What's the matter?"

Jiao Chaoming replied: "There is movement on the side of the ditch in the north, it seems to be a devil."

"Inform Captain Zhang that they hurry up and hide." After Yang Ling gave a word, he immediately rushed to the ditch to the north with his gun.

Under the cold moonlight, the ditch was sparkling, and the platoon commander Wu Jiang and more than a dozen soldiers were lying in the foxhole dug during the day, and the muzzle of the gun was already aimed at the reeds on the opposite side of the ditch.

The reeds on the other side of the ditch swayed in the night with only their dark outlines, swaying in the night wind, mixed with the sound of rustling.