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On the lifeless muddy road, more than 50 people panted and ran in embarrassment, and some people fell into the mud puddle and continued to get up and run without caring about the mud all over their bodies.

The sound of gunfire in the village behind them was like a talisman, thumping and thumping so that the beating heart felt like it was about to pop out, and it was terrifying.

The health team was composed of enthusiastic patriotic young students, shouting the slogan of not being slaves to the war, and arrived at the war-torn battlefield to contribute their own strength, but the battlefield filled with gunpowder was full of flesh and blood, and their initial excitement was quickly annihilated by the roaring artillery fire, and they experienced the cruelty of real war.

Hundreds of thousands of troops were defeated, it was like a hole in the sky had fallen, and these young people in the health team had lost their backbone, became hesitant and desperate, and could only run backwards with the tide, and their hearts to serve the country gradually became cold.

The red cross armband on the arm of the health captain Zhang Hongying had already become dirty, stained with blood, mixed with mud and dust, a blur, and with a stumble, it fell into the mud, and the original neat and solemn red cross armband completely turned into a rag of indistinguishable color.

"Hongying, hurry up!" Lu Zitao, the deputy captain of the health team, heard the painful cry of Zhang Hongying falling from behind him, and hurriedly turned around and ran back, pulled Zhang Hongying and ran.

"The medicine box, the medicine box is gone." Zhang Hongying struggled to pick up the medicine box that had been turned into the ditch.

"My life is gone, what do I need the box for, it's important to escape-" Lu Zitao didn't care about Zhang Hongying's shout, and pulled Zhang Hongying to the east in embarrassment.

Zhang Hongying turned her head to look at the medicine box that fell into the ditch, feeling sad and lost inexplicably, and then the distance became farther and farther away.

"Oops!" Suddenly, several young men from the stretcher team who ran to the front screamed at the top of their voices: "There are devils! There are devils! "The crowd was like a flock of frightened birds, and now it was completely dispersed, and it didn't care whether it was a barren grassland or a ditch, and ran in all directions.

The people running in front scattered and fled, and Zhang Hongying's vision suddenly became brighter, and then she saw a few people with devil steel helmets standing on the earthen beam in front of her.

Lu Zitao didn't know if he was scared or what, suddenly his legs became weak, and he crawled to the ditch next to him like a dog, and his dirty and smelly clothes were covered with a layer of mud.

After crawling forward for a while, he suddenly found that his hands were empty, turned his head to look, and found that Zhang Hongying was still standing in place without moving, so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat: "Hongying!" Come on! That's a devil! ”

Zhang Hongying didn't run, because her legs couldn't move, she was scared and weak, and her brain was blank at the moment.

"We are not devils, you don't run, we are Chinese!" The old king's voice was a little hoarse, but it was still loud.

The people of the health team and the stretcher team were already tired, and they didn't run far, and when they heard such a shout, they all gradually slowed down their pace of escape, stretched out their heads one by one, looked back, and no matter how the old king shouted, they still didn't dare to approach.

"Old Wu, you see what scared them, thinking we were devils." Old Wang Tou saw the frightened crowd turn his head and grin at Wu Jiang.

Wu Jiang took off the devil steel helmet on his body and threw it into the barren grassland, and took off the devil military uniform on his body while pulling and threw it away, revealing the sloppy and smelly gray military uniform inside.

"I took off the skin of the devil." Wu Jiang ordered down, and the more than ten brothers who broke out of the siege also began to throw away the devil's clothes on their bodies, restoring their original appearance.

When they broke through Jiangqiao, because they were responsible for attracting devil firepower to cover the rest of the supplementary regiment to break through, and finally were surrounded by devils, Yang Ling used this trick Jin Cicada to get out of the shell, pulled the clothes of the devil soldiers and put them on, and only then did he get out of the encirclement of the devils in the black light, and he kept running, and he didn't have time to change, so he didn't expect to have a misunderstanding here.

"Seems like it's really our own?" Lu Zitao got up from the ground and looked at those people in gray military uniforms, and the fear in his heart finally dissipated a lot.

"Captain Zhang, I didn't expect us to see each other here again." Wu Jiang found Zhang Hongying, who had a big face covered in mud, and was very surprised to meet an acquaintance here.

"You are?" Zhang Hongying's eyes looked at the ragged man in front of him, with two gaps on his face, and felt familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"In Yunzaobang, I am the platoon commander under Company Commander Yang, and I am responsible for protecting your health team." Wu Jiang was not angry that Zhang Hongying did not recognize him, and continued to add.

"Are you Platoon Commander Wu?" After such a reminder, Zhang Hongying immediately recognized that the embarrassed person in front of her was Wu Jiang, who had protected them in the first place.

Seeing a few hideous openings on Wu Jiang's face, Zhang Hongying asked cautiously, "Platoon Commander Wu, your face?"

Wu Jiang replied indifferently: "I was made by a hot explosive movie, it's nothing, it's just a little painful, it's not ugly, right?"

Zhang Hongying nodded with difficulty, looking at Wu Jiang, who was almost disfigured, her heart became extremely heavy for a while.

At this moment, the two soldiers also carried Yang Ling, who was lying on the stretcher, from behind the earthen beam, Yang Ling has been in a high state of tension, fighting and fighting, he has long been exhausted, and after breaking through, he was drenched in heavy rain, and his wet clothes were worn on his body, so he caught a cold and fell ill.

Zhang Hongying originally thought that Yang Ling and the others died in the sea of blood in the corpse mountain of Yunzaobang like those soldiers who went forward one after another, becoming a wave in her life, and she would never appear again after sinking into the sea, but she didn't expect to meet here again, and meeting familiar people in this precarious day made the originally desperate and cold heart bloom with a trace of joy.

"Company Commander Yang, are you injured? The wound is there, I'll help you take a look. Zhang Hongying was grateful to Yang Ling for protecting them at the beginning, and when she saw Yang Ling lying on a stretcher, she hurriedly asked with concern.

Lu Zitao also got up from the ground at this moment, shaking the sludge on his body, seeing Zhang Hongying caring about Yang Ling so enthusiastically, there was a trace of displeasure between his eyebrows, but when he saw Yang Ling's weak Yang Ling, he didn't say anything.

"It's okay, our company commander just suffered from the wind and cold, and he was not injured." Wu Jiang opened his mouth to explain.

Hearing that Yang Ling was just occasionally feeling cold, Zhang Hongying's heart finally fell, with Yang Ling and their intersection was not deep, but seeing that Yang Ling had confidence in his inexplicable heart, he was no longer so hesitant and afraid, so he didn't want anything to happen to Yang Ling.

"Ahem...... What's going on with guns in the village? Yang Ling asked Zhang Hongying weakly, after all, it was Zhang Hongying who came from that direction, and they should know the situation.

"Platoon Commander Yang Dashu led people into the village, and then the guns were fired, and we ran away when we heard the shots......," Zhang Hongying's voice became lower and lower, ashamed of her timidity.

The gunfire in the village had stopped at this moment, and Yang Ling thought for a while and then ordered Wu Jiang: "Old Wu, you take the two brothers to the front to see what the situation is, we are here to wait for news."

Wu Jiang nodded and immediately beckoned the two of them to go straight to the village, originally Yang Ling wanted to bypass the village to find a place to cross the river, but now when he heard Yang Dashu they entered the village, no matter what happened to Yang Dashu in the village, whether they were dead or alive, Yang Dashu They were also his brothers, he couldn't care.