The old smoker and the fat man Tian San went to Nanjing City because of the stirring and bombing of the devil's plane, and they returned to the hospital for wounded soldiers in a sullen mood, always feeling uncomfortable in their hearts. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Whether sleeping or eating, the old smoker always thinks of the smoke and dust from the collapse of the magnificent buildings, and the brothers who died on the battlefield with their faces covered in blood, and these scenes linger back and forth like a magic barrier.

Thinking of the arrogant appearance of the devil's unscrupulous bombing of Nanjing, the old smoker held a nameless fire in his heart, Lao Tzu is in Shanghai, you come to beat me, I have arrived in Nanjing, and you still come to bomb me, what is this not bullying?

The old smoking gun started the recovery training without sounding, and every morning he ran around the forest of the wounded soldier hospital and sweated profusely, and the abnormal behavior of the old smoking gun made the fat man Tian San full of doubts, this good blessing is not enjoyed, why do you have to suffer that crime?

The days are still days, day by day, but since the devil plane bombed Nanjing that day, everything has changed.

The old smoking gun trained himself more ruthlessly, coupled with the good food and drink of the condolence group, the original thin and stiff body has gradually become more refined, and he is also vigorous when he walks, but there is less smile on his face, the fat man Tian San knows that the old smoking gun has something hidden in his heart, he asked, the old smoking gun does not say, but just asks him to follow the training.

In addition to restorative training, the old smoker would listen to the young students read the newspaper to the wounded soldiers every afternoon, and the content of the newspaper was mostly about the battle situation on the front line.

From these newspapers, the old smoking gun smelled a trace of unusual smell, that is, a few days ago, there was a certain unit that took advantage of the night to sneak attack the devil and regain the position, and in recent days, all the defense lines are urgent, and all the members of a certain department were martyred, and later it became a great retreat, but the report is still optimistic, calling it a strategic retreat, and we will fight back as long as we are united!

The old smoking gun is not stupid, but he is still very shrewd, he has been working at the grassroots level of the army for more than ten years, and he has long been tired of hearing the words of those fools on the peak, and what will be fought back in the future is all, if he can hold it, he will withdraw a fart, so he estimates that the front line is very hanging.

The old smoker asked about the situation of his old troops, but he heard that he was going to Songjiang to set up defenses, and then there was no news, and as time went by, the originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly became tense.

First of all, the frequency of air raid sirens began to increase, and once a few days was now a few times a day, and the planes of those devil soldiers circled the airspace near Nanjing like crows, bombing important facilities and positions.

The guards of the hospital for wounded soldiers where they were staying have also been strengthened a lot, and the original two anti-aircraft machine guns were covered with rainproof cloths, which have also been taken off these days, ready to fight at any time.

However, the time to come still came, and at noon one day, several devil planes discovered the hospital for wounded soldiers hidden in the woods, and flew straight over, and two anti-aircraft machine guns in the bunkers outside the hospital were firing tom-tom to cover the transfer of the hospital.

Although the two anti-aircraft machine guns resisted heroically, their strength was too weak in the end, and they were blown into a pile of pieces by the devil plane, and the hospital for wounded soldiers in the woods became a mess, and more than 100 people died.

The commander above felt that it was no longer safe for the wounded soldier hospital to be set up in the woods, and asked to move to a more secluded place, and the old smoking gun was also transferred, and the mood of the old smoking gun became more and more solemn day by day.

The old smoking guns, the wounded soldiers, did not know whether they had been forgotten or had other arrangements, and no one came to inform them to return to the building, so they could only spend their days in the hospital reading the newspaper, seeing the battle situation on the front line deteriorating day by day, and the laughter and laughter were reduced, and everyone's hearts were shrouded in a layer of gloom.

"Rise up and help! Hurry up and help! "One night while the old smoker was asleep, someone broke into their tent and shouted at them.

The fat man Tian San scolded and didn't want to get up: "What are you doing?" This makes it impossible to sleep. ”

"Get up and help move the wounded!"

The old smoker and the others walked out of the tent in disheveled clothes, and saw that the door of the wounded soldier hospital was transparent in the dark night, and I don't know when a pair of cars drove over, and the dazzling light was the headlights.

"Don't be stunned, come and carry the wounded!" The doctors in white coats shouted at the old smoker and greeted them.

They followed a doctor to the back of a car, and as the curtain opened, a large stream of blood came to their faces, making people nauseous.

Wounded soldiers, full of wounded soldiers piled up in the cramped car like goods at the moment, the stench was permeated, blood was dripping, the wounded soldiers were wailing and screaming in pain, many were dying, the scene was unbearable, making the old smoking gun feel numb in the scalp.

Everyone began to unload the car in a hurry, and they didn't care about the dark red blood all over their bodies, these wounded soldiers didn't have time to distinguish between the light and the bad, maybe the journey was bumpy, and those who were covered in blood and flesh were already dead when they were knocked out of the car.

The doctors were cold and terrifying at the moment, and waved their hands mercilessly to those wounded soldiers who were seriously injured and wailing and screaming: "I'm afraid these can't be saved, carry them aside, and save those who can be saved first."

The old smoker watched the badly wounded and bleeding men being carried to the side of the open space wailing and groaning, and when they got up in the morning, they were all dead, and the soldiers of the guard company were digging a large pit next to them to prepare for burial.

The old smoker looked at the seriously wounded who were covered in blood, missing arms and legs, and cursed fiercely in his heart that those doctors were cold-blooded beasts, but when he saw the doctors with haggard faces, like doctors fished out of blood, the curse in his heart also became weak.

For several days, a large number of wounded soldiers were sent to the hospital for low-wounded soldiers every day, and tens of thousands of people were lightly injured and seriously injured, and they had a new task, that is, to help unload the wounded soldiers, and at the same time help dig pits and bury the dead.

The original hospital for wounded soldiers was already overcrowded, and the doctors were so busy that their feet did not touch the ground, and several doctors stayed up so hard that their eyes were red, and they fainted on the ground while rescuing the wounded soldiers, never to wake up.

There are not many wounded soldiers who can survive, most of them are carried in with blurred flesh and blood, and then the limbs are stiff and lifted out, the wounded soldiers have increased sharply, the hospital for wounded soldiers has been overloaded, and the front line is difficult, the old smoking gun asked the wounded soldiers who are still panting, and learned that they were sent down from the front line of Jiangyin, Changzhou, and the devils are storming this line of defense, and the front is very difficult.

The good days of the old smokers did not last long, and at noon one day, a lean officer with a grim face arrived at the hospital for wounded soldiers and asked all the recovered wounded soldiers to assemble.

More than 300 wounded soldiers gathered in the open space of the hospital, and the lean officer did not say anything, but waved his big hand and beckoned: "All get on the bus!"

"Sir, where are we going?" Someone mustered up the courage to ask the lean officer with a cold face before getting into the car.

"What are you doing with so much nonsense, you'll know when you get to the ground."

In this way, the old smoking gun arrived at a barren camp in the bumps of the car, and the car left them without looking back, leaving them one by one, and pulling them to the wilderness to do what?

Soon another car arrived, pulling many young people who had not yet shed their childishness, going back and forth several times, adding up to more than 2,000 people.

"Everybody lined up to get the guns and ammunition!" It was the lean officer with the cold face who spoke.