Xiaohu had just inquired with the ambulances and military doctors who were patrolling around, and none of the wounded soldiers who survived in their company had a military badge with the name of his fellow villager hanging on his bedside.

His fellow villager was older than him, and he was from the same village when he was in Liaodong, and he was an honest and strong farmer.

In the past, they had never even seen a mule, and in the months since the formation of the mounted infantry battalion, they had to fall countless times before they could be considered to have learned to ride a horse.

After joining the army, he took great care of him Xiaohu, and a deep friendship was established between the two, but now, he is gone, leaving only a wife and two underage children.

"When I go back later, I'll go to help my sister-in-law work, anyway, I can't let the child go away." Xiaohu silently made up his mind in his heart.

However, then he became confused again, because he really did not know whether his own injuries were enough to recuperate in China.

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"Kill! Avenge! Kill! Kill the Tartars! ”

Just when Xiaohu's thoughts were flying, a seriously injured man on the stretcher next to him suddenly shouted such a sentence.

Xiaohu shook his ears, judging from his voice, it should be among the auxiliary soldiers recruited from Lushun Nancheng last time, because of his excellent performance, he was selected to supplement their newly expanded company, a recruit surnamed Guo.

Usually, when everyone chats, they know that he is a single person, and the people in his family all died in the process of fleeing all the way from the Houjin jurisdiction.

"Xiao Guo, you settle down, take care of your injuries, and when your injuries are healed, let's fight Tartars together."

At this time, the voice of the political commissar sounded softly on the side, Xiaohu was a little struggling, and carefully turned his head, only to see that the political commissar Zhao of the battalion headquarters was holding the hand of the wounded soldier surnamed Guo, and the other hand was still carefully wiping the dense beads of sweat on the head of the wounded soldier with a hand towel.

Xiaohu admires the political commissar Zhao in his own camp the most, because he can actually remember the names of all the people he has talked to, and he can also care about every comrade-in-arms who is in difficulty at home.

Xiaohu knew that the seriously injured man surnamed Guo would definitely not survive, and on his stomach, the Baya soldier who was Houjin Tartar pulled out a long wound with a long knife, and things like intestines and stomachs flowed out at that time.

Although his intestines were filled back into his stomach by the ambulance soldiers, he was still damaged after being exposed to the battlefield for so long, even if he was breaded with thick gauze on the outside of his stomach, he was already in a semi-comatose state when he was carried into the medical tent.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!······"

Xiao Guo's head tilted a few times, and Political Commissar Zhao stood up, stepped aside again, and carefully wiped it again.

"Xiao Guo, in this battle, you killed three Tartars with a rifle, and then in close combat, you picked out a dog Tartar with a bayonet, you behaved very bravely, I will fight for a medal for you.

Do you know, after you get the medal, when you walk on the street in the future, everyone who sees you will give you a thumbs up and praise you! ”

At this time, a military doctor came over, and Political Commissar Zhao hurriedly said anxiously, "Doctor, please come over here and have a look, can you think of some more ways to save people?" ”

The military doctor shook his head with an ugly face, and whispered in the ear of Political Commissar Zhao, "Lieutenant Colonel, it's not that I don't want to do it, there is really no way, the wounded soldier's intestines have flowed to the ground, and he has also been scratched by various cold weapons on the ground, and now the key problem is that his internal organs are infected in a large area, and even the special drugs in the army do not work, really, no way!" ”

Political Commissar Zhao nodded a little sadly, and his mood was a little depressed.

The military doctor also touched the wetness in the corner of his eyes, crossed over to Political Commissar Zhao, looked at several wounds on Xiaohu's body, and saw that there were not too many blood stains on the cotton cloth, and regained his smile.

He patted Xiaohu's arm and said, "Don't worry, you'll be fine, your wounds are not deep, the injuries are not serious, look at your tendons and flesh, you are strong, you will definitely be able to survive."

Are you hungry? I'm boiling porridge outside, and I'll arrange for the medical staff to come and feed you some porridge later, so you can satisfy your hunger temporarily.

When all the tents in the rest of the world are ready, I will transfer you to the tent where the lightly wounded are concentrated. ”

Xiaohu was about to open his mouth to speak, but the military doctor hurriedly waved his hand to stop him, "Don't speak, your face is sad, if you mess with the muscles on your face, if you are not careful, the wound on your face will collapse." ”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked away, to observe the next wounded, Commissar Zhao stood silently on the side of the stretcher for a short while, forced himself to cheer up, and in the tent, several other seriously injured people circled around.

Along the way, he whispered a few words to each of the seriously wounded, comforting them in a low voice.

However, there are many seriously injured people, and with the medical technology of this era, they cannot be cured at all, and there is no hope of life. He's just comforting.

"Battalion commander, I want to see the battalion commander!"

Xiaohu hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see that the comrade-in-arms surnamed Guo on the stretcher next to him suddenly straightened up and shouted desperately.

Political Commissar Zhao and a medical soldier hurriedly ran over, wanting to make him lie down again, but Xiao Guo was very sober at this time.

He shouted loudly, "I killed 4 Tartars, I have to report to the battalion commander, I didn't take food for nothing, I avenged my wife and children."

I want to see the brigade commander, the political commissar, and the king, I have never met the king, I just hear everyone say that the king is a god descending from heaven, and I want to see the gods. ”

The medical soldier had already called the military doctor, and the military doctor quietly leaned into the ear of Political Commissar Zhao and said, "He suddenly came to his senses, and he still spoke clearly, and he was extremely excited, I am afraid that he has returned to the light." ”

Political Commissar Zhao was stunned for a moment, and immediately ran outside, shouting: "I'll go and call you the battalion commander and brigade commander......

That Xiao Guo always had a smile on his face, trying to support his body, no matter how much the medical soldiers and military doctors persuaded him, he just refused to lie down.

Xiaohu turned his head and looked at him blankly, in fact, there was also a blood feud between Xiaohu and Houjin Tartar, and his father died at the hands of Tartar.

In today's battle, he killed several Tartars, which can be regarded as revenge, and the hatred in his heart has faded a lot. So he understands the feelings of his comrade-in-arms surnamed Guo very well.

After waiting for a while, the seriously injured man surnamed Guo gradually couldn't support it, but he still insisted and talked to the military doctor.