"Medic! Medic! Someone is hurt here! ”

Two guerrillas, carrying a brother covered in mud and blood, rushed down the road to Xiaowangzhuang and shouted from afar.

Xiaowangzhuang had become an outpost of Yang Ling's Third Guerrilla Detachment, where the troops were stationed at the moment.

The three guerrilla sentries outside the village glanced at each other, one turned and ran into the village to inform the medics, and the other two hurried to meet them.

"Where's the injury?"

A guerrilla sentry rushed to the front and confirmed that they were a scattered combat group.

Turning sideways to get out of the way, he asked a brother who was unconscious on his back.

"The bullet went into the chest." A panting brother replied.

"Hurry up and send it to the village, I've already asked someone to inform the medics." The sentry didn't ask much, after all, it was important to save people.

Soon, the unconscious wounded partisans were sent to the village, where several medics were already waiting.

The wounded brother was let down, his chest bandaged and simply bandaged, but his uniform was still soaked with blood.

"He's already sacrificed."

Before the medics could resuscitate him, they found that the brother who had been sent back was no longer breathing, and had to stand up with a gloomy expression.

"No way, he was alive just now, doctor, I didn't ask you, save my brother."

Looking at the brother lying motionless on the plank, one of the guerrillas who sent him back could not accept this fact and grabbed the arm of the medic with emotion.

"Brother, mourn, this brother has really died."

The people who rushed around hurriedly pulled the agitated brother away and whispered relief.

"Impossible, impossible...... the brother squatted down with his head in his hands in pain, and began to cry loudly, seeing that the brothers around him were very worried.

Another brother, covered in mud and blood, looked at the brother who was no longer breathing, and took off his military hat in a gloomy manner, his face full of grief.

Although they have not been formed for a long time, they have been training together and carrying out tasks together to fight devils.

Although they are not brothers, they are better than brothers, they are brothers who can trust each other on the battlefield and give their backs to each other.

When they went out to hunt in the morning, the three of them were still happy, but now they are separated by yin and yang, and this sacrificed brother can never wake up again, how can such a heavy blow not make them not grieving.

This is the cruel war, because you are not sure when your brother or your loved one will suddenly disappear and never wake up again, leaving you alone, suffering in silence in loneliness.

This is true of these guerrillas, and so are the thousands of officers and soldiers, who are surrounded by brothers who are constantly changing, and countless new faces are fighting side by side with them, and then they are gone again in one battle.

It's like an infinite cycle of nightmares, making every brother who falls into the whirlpool of war numb and empty, but the war continues, and even if they are left alone, they still have to fight alone to defend the land of the motherland on their feet.

The voices of the weeping brothers were heartbreaking, their voices became hoarse, and the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas and the villagers stood there in silence, and everyone was deeply saddened.

For these brothers, although life and death have long been taken for granted, they also pretend not to care.

But after every battle, when they saw their familiar brothers being carried back, they said how sad they were, and they could only hide in a place where there was no one and secretly wipe their tears.

The village names of Xiaowangzhuang used to hate devils, bandits, and even these Chinese officers and soldiers who often came to the village.

The officers and men of the guerrillas had beaten away the grain convoys so that they would not go hungry, and they had developed a good impression of the guerrillas, but now they were inexplicably sad to see the sacrifices of these guerrillas who had protected them, instead of watching the excitement as spectators as before.

The weeping-eyed brother finally wiped away his tears and stood up, silently picked up his gun and walked straight out of the village.

"What are you going to do?" One of the brothers stopped him.

"The little devil killed my brother, and I want to avenge him!" The brother's eyes were red and murderous.

They are brothers who fought side by side, and now that the brothers have been killed by devils, this blood feud will naturally be avenged.

However, their combat team had been lurking near the devil's blockade for more than ten hours, and although they killed two devils, they also sacrificed one.

"What you need to do now is not revenge, but rest, you are so tired now, you will put yourself in it." Lao Cheng's solemn platoon commander pressed the brother's shoulder and said seriously.

"But my brother was killed by devils......"

"You have rested, and then go and take revenge! I'll go with you! "What the platoon commander said was categorical.

"Your platoon commander is right, you go down and rest first, the revenge will be avenged sooner or later." Yang Ling looked at the brothers who were covered in mud and blood, and also walked over and opened his mouth.

The brother still wanted to speak, but Yang Ling had already made a straight face: "Go and rest, this is an order."

Yang Ling turned his head and ordered: "Take them down to rest, take a bath, and eat a hot meal."

Although both brothers wanted to return to the battlefield now to avenge their sacrifices, they had to go down and rest first in the face of Yang Ling's order.

"Let's all disperse." Wang Huzi also waved his hand, letting the onlookers disperse.

The Liu family's compound has now become the outpost headquarters of Yang Ling's third guerrilla detachment in Xiaowangzhuang.

"Sir, in the past two days, the devils have also sent a large number of marksmen against our brothers, these devils are very tight, in just two days, we have sacrificed twenty people and injured more than thirty people, should we suspend the hunting operation?"

After returning to the courtyard of the outpost headquarters, Zhang Lieguo, the deputy detachment leader, couldn't help but ask Yang Ling for instructions.

"The devils began to send people against us, at least it shows that our hunting operation hurt the devils, and they had to take countermeasures, so we not only can't stop, but also have to step up." Yang Ling paused and replied.

Zhang Lieguo frowned: "Sir, but if we continue to suffer such casualties, we can't hold on, we lack medical treatment, where are the injured brothers standing up, if there are more wounded, we don't need devils to fight, we won't have combat effectiveness......"

"I'll find a way to solve the matter of medicine and doctors," Yang Ling stared at Zhang Lieguo and said: "Fighting a war is inherently dangerous, and casualties are inevitable, we can't stop fighting because of casualties, we must be more and more courageous, instead of retreating in distress!"

"We're not just going to do skirmishes, we're going to take strongholds and bombard turrets! Aren't the devils going to fight back?! Then let's see who can have the last laugh! ”

Every truly strong force is fought out of the harsh environment of blood and fire, and they not only bleed their enemies, but more importantly, they themselves are never afraid to shed blood.

War is inherently cruel, although it seems a little unkind to let your brothers risk their lives to fight devils, but only after experiencing brutal battles can brothers grow up quickly and have the ability to protect the people behind them and protect their homes.