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This is a temporary field wounded soldier hospital located on the outskirts of Nanjing, where thousands of wounded soldiers transported from the front line in Shanghai are crowded to receive recuperation and treatment, and the wounded soldiers sent from the front line, Lao Smoking Gun and Fat Man Tian San, are also sent here.

The old smoker wanted to follow those seriously injured people to Wuhan, because he heard Yang Ling once say that once Shanghai is lost, Nanjing will definitely not be guaranteed, although he doesn't know why Yang Ling said this, he has the attitude that he would rather believe it or not, anyway, the farther away from here, the better, in case the devil hits him, he has to fight hard.

When the train arrived at Xiaguan Station in Nanjing, a doctor in a white coat came to identify the injuries of their wounded.

The old smoking gun really wanted to beat the horse-faced doctor at that time, but when he saw the armed gendarmes around him, he had to suppress the idea of beating people in his heart, and accepted the fact that he was slightly injured with a sad face.

It was because of the doctor's words that the old smoker wanted to be transferred to the rear of Wuhan University for recuperation, because only the seriously injured would continue to be transferred to the rear hospital after simple rescue, and those who were labeled as minor injuries were placed in temporary wounded hospitals along the way.

Can't go to the safer and better hospital in the rear, the old smoking gun, the fat man Tian San and a group of wounded people were stuffed into the temporary wounded hospital in the suburbs to recuperate, and the arm was pierced by bullets and hit several holes, almost scrapped, but it was identified as a minor injury, and the old smoking gun has been panicked in his heart.

But this army is in chaos, even if he is not angry in his heart, there is no place to reason, no matter if he has a good hospital or a bad hospital, it is good that he can fight hard without going to the battlefield, but the old smoking gun also has the optimistic spirit of this little person.

Thousands of wounded people of various severity were crammed into a makeshift hospital for wounded soldiers, the stench was stinking and the smell of blood was strong, and the wounded soldiers were crying and screaming in pain day and night, and the bloodstained doctors were busy all the time, but they still couldn't take care of it.

Although the old smoker and the fat man Tian San were injured to varying degrees, they were not seriously injured, and they only needed to recuperate after being bandaged and changing the medicine.

Although the conditions of the hospital were simple, the old smoker and the fat man Tian San lived a very nourishing life, and they experienced for the first time what the treatment of wounded soldiers was, and they were almost a little happy.

The front line was full of flesh and blood, patriotic students and people could not go, it was going to die, so they turned their attention to the wounded soldiers' hospital, and besides, the wounded soldiers' hospital where they stayed was in the suburbs of Nanjing, and the day after they stayed, a large number of patriotic groups came to comfort the wounded soldiers.

Although the old smoking gun is from the officer to the company commander, and he has seen many people in the army, he has no feeling of being a soldier, but those female students and patriotic people who are holding flowers and eating suddenly surrounded him with slogans.

At this time, the old smoking gun and their wounded soldiers were surrounded by a water, and the enthusiastic female students hugged and hugged the wounded soldiers who were wrapped in the battle and hung flowers around his neck, feeling the hot body that pounced on him, smelling the refreshing fragrance, the old smoking gun made him cramped and uneasy, and he was embarrassed and did not refuse at the same time, he was still an old bachelor.

"Down with Japanese imperialism! Don't be a slave to the country! ”

"Resolutely resist! Never surrender! ”

The schoolgirls shouted uplifting slogans, and the old smoker hurriedly put away the crooked heart in his head.

Looking at the big red flower hanging on him, he straightened his rickety body, and a sense of pride welled up in his chest, and the injury he suffered for fighting devils suddenly felt extremely honorable, and the idea of going to the rear hospital also disappeared.

Because this is a large number of condolence groups in the hospital can not stay for a long time, and finally everyone took a group photo together, the white light flashed from the camera scared the old smoking gun subconsciously to hide, and was pulled by a female student next to him to explain that it was to take pictures, the old smoking gun made a big red face, he had seen this foreign thing there.

The condolence group brought a lot of good things to the wounded soldiers, and they had everything they could eat and drink, but there was no alcohol or cigarettes, because the hospital had rules that no smoking or drinking were allowed, and they would be confiscated immediately if they were found.

"Company commander, what are we doing these days?" The fat man eats with a round belly, lies on the hospital bed in a comfortable position, and enjoys his current life.

The old smoking gun thought about it for himself, and finally summed it up: "I'm afraid this is the life of the gods."

"I'm afraid the gods can't compare to us."

They stayed here to eat and drink, and they didn't have to go to the battlefield to fight with the devils, and the old smoker suddenly wanted to stay here and didn't want to leave.

In addition to those citizens and students who come to the hospital for wounded soldiers with a large number of condolences every once in a while, those high-ranking officers in straight uniforms will also go to the hospital to express their concern and condolences to these wounded soldiers.

These high-ranking generals also politely raised their hands one by one and saluted in return, and encouraged: "You have shed blood for the country, and you can recuperate from your wounds with peace of mind, and you can ask for anything."

The old smoking gun struggled for a long time before he cautiously spoke: "Then I want a dry smoking gun, okay?"

After a few seconds, these high-ranking generals laughed, made the old cigarette gun a little nervous, thought they had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly added: "I don't want it, I don't want it."

A man with the rank of lieutenant general said: "What should I ask, we can still meet this demand."

"Adjutant Liu, go back and buy a good dry tobacco gun for this brother and send it over, and get him some dry tobacco by the way."

"Yes!" The lieutenant smiled and agreed.

"Thank you, sir!" The old smoker didn't expect these chiefs to be so approachable, and hurriedly thanked them.

"Take good care of your injuries, go back and continue to fight devils!" The lieutenant general patted the old man on the shoulder and turned to talk to the other wounded.

In the face of encouragement, an inexplicable power suddenly surged in the heart of the old smoking gun, and now he can't wait to go back to fight devils.

These high-ranking officials did not bring condolences, and directly sent money to the wounded soldiers, but it was not the ocean but the fiat currency, and the fat man Tian San was already happy in his heart, and when these officials just left, they came to the old smoking gun and said: "Company commander, let's get better, go to the city for a walk?"

"Let's take a walk, let's see what Nanjing City is like." With money and confidence in his hands, he nodded and agreed.

The old smoker wanted to go around Shanghai and see the prosperity of the big city, but before he had the opportunity to go, he began to fight with the devils, and he died in the muddy trenches every day, crawling in the mountains of corpses and blood, and had no chance, so he made up his mind that he had to go into Nanjing to see what to do this time, otherwise it would not be a pity.