"Tang Cheng, why are you here? What's going on with the injuries on your body? When that friend of yours called, I thought it was a lie to me, but you have been missing for a month, and we all thought you had left Shanghai with Mike. On the third day after giving Tan Sinan his phone number, Hou Xiaotian, who was dressed up in a small way, appeared at the bedside of Tang Cheng with a few familiar male classmates.

"Monkey, Tang Cheng is now a wounded, you ask so many questions at once, how do you ask him to answer you." Tang Gaocheng, who was standing beside Hou Xiaotian, stretched out his hand to push Hou Xiaotian aside, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw them to Tang Cheng. "I guess you haven't smoked during this time, I stole it from my dad, authentic American cigarettes, no worse than your cigar."

With the lighter handed over by Tang Gaocheng, Tang Cheng comfortably took a puff of the so-called American cigarette, and when the cigarette in his hand had already burned half, Tang Cheng threw a few of the remaining cigarettes to the wounded soldiers in the ward. "These are the wounded who were withdrawn from the front line for treatment, they are all heroes who kill devils, and they are also my new friends, and we have been together for almost a month." Seeing the regret on Tang Gaocheng's face, Tang Cheng opened his mouth to explain.

Shanghai people admired the soldiers of the Nationalist Army who fought against the Japanese invaders, and heard Tang Cheng say that the other people in the ward were all Nationalist soldiers who had killed Japanese soldiers, Hou Xiaotian hurriedly took out all the food and cigarettes brought to Tang Cheng, and put a lot of bedside on the bedside of each wounded soldier, and this was not the end, Hou Xiaotian also patted his chest and promised that they would continue to send food and cigarettes in the future.

"Xiao Tang, these friends of yours are good, they are all good." Smoking the cigarettes taken out by Hou Xiaotian and others, the wounded soldiers naturally wanted to say a few good words, Hou Xiaotian, who had been praised, was a little proud, only Tang Cheng smiled secretly in his heart, if these veterans didn't look at the cigarettes and the face of eating, where would they take care of Hou Xiaotian and their oily guys.

"Xiao Tang, I can see that you are also a person with blood on your hands, and you are a thoughtful person, although I am just a man, but I have been eating guns and rice for more than 10 years, and I am extremely accurate in seeing people, although these friends of yours are very good with you, but you are not a person on the road after all, your baby is born to be a person who eats guns and rice." Xu Erwa stretched out her hand to stop Tang Cheng from wanting to speak, "You just need to remember one thing, there are not so many big truths to talk about on the battlefield, fighting a war is nothing more than your life and death, only by killing your opponent, you can survive and live a long life." ”

When Tang Cheng, who was supported by Hou Xiaotian and others, walked to the door of the ward, he couldn't help but look back, Xu Erwa and the others were also looking at him. Some of these people are veterans, and the wounds on Tang Cheng's body have exposed a lot of information, the wounds on his legs and ribs are caused by bayonets at a glance, and Tang Cheng's shell gun has also been picked up by Emma and has been pressed under Tang Cheng's pillow, how can the residual smell of gunpowder in the chamber of the gun avoid the smell of these veterans. If it weren't for them learning from Tang Cheng and Emma's casual conversation that Tang Cheng actually killed 5 Japanese soldiers in a pair of fives, how could these guys intentionally or unintentionally instill Tang Cheng with the ability to save their lives on the battlefield.

"Xie Lu, thank you, thank you for being with me all these days, and tell me those things, thank you." Looking at each other with Xu Erwa, Tang Cheng suddenly understood a lot, supported Hou Xiaotian beside him with one hand, and tried his best to stand up straight, Tang Cheng saluted the wounded soldiers in the ward. Strictly speaking, Tang Cheng was actually not a soldier, he was not even qualified to be temporarily conscripted into the army and even entered the roster, so no one taught Tang Cheng anything related to the army, and his military etiquette was still learned from Xie Bo.

The wounded soldiers who were lying or sitting in the "salute" ward also raised their hands to salute in Xu Erwa's long cheer, and the killing intent that suddenly appeared from the bodies of the wounded soldiers made Hou Xiaotian and the others stand stiffly at the door of the ward, if it weren't for Tang Cheng's turn, they would probably continue to stand. "What's going on? I'll just say that this baby is a natural soldier, look at the military salute just now, those dogs in the Central Army can't compare. Seeing that Tang Cheng left without looking back, Xu Erwa lit a cigarette and took a puff.

Tang Cheng, who had already walked to the corner of the stairs, naturally didn't know what the wounded soldiers in the Langdao ward said about him, and he was anxious to go back to the church now, and only when he returned to the room that belonged to him and Robert in the church, his strong body would not fall. "Tang Cheng, what are you doing these days? I looked stupid when I saw you salute just now, your military salute is so handsome, I think those military policemen on the street can't compare to you, you have time to teach me. Hou Xiaotian regained his optimistic personality, which made Tang Cheng's heart somewhat warm.

"Did a lot of people die in Shanghai?" The sedan drove out of the hospital slowly, and appeared in Tang Cheng's sight full of rubble and a crowd with wooden looks, sandwiched in the crowd was a long string of stretchers and bed boards, stretchers and bed boards were covered with white cloth sheets, Tang Cheng, who had experience in the battlefield, did not need to guess to know that there were dead people underneath the white cloth sheets. There is a constant sound of gunfire every day, don't these civilians know that fighting in the road will kill people? Why do they not know how to hide in a safe place or leave Shanghai?

"Don't mention it, I heard that the Japanese have surrounded Shanghai, and ordinary people can't enter the concession, so they have to sit at home and wait for death, the Japanese have aircraft and artillery, and their warships docked at the dock have also participated in the war, and the entire Zhabei has already been blown up, you think about how many people will have to die." Hou Xiaotian, who was holding the steering wheel, had an ugly face, and Tang Gaocheng, who was sitting in the back seat with Tang Cheng, was also indignant.

Tang Cheng's expression began to be a little trance, he was a lucky person, if he hadn't happened to save Tan Sinan and Emma inadvertently in order to protect himself, if it weren't for Emma's status as a nun and Tan Sinan's Red Cross status, he might not have been able to get the opportunity to use anti-inflammatory injections for several days in a row. Without those anti-inflammatory injections, the complications of the deterioration of the wound alone would have left him dead or crippled, and even if he had survived, he might have ended his life prematurely like the crippled wounded soldiers.

The car slowly drove through the crowded and rubble-strewn streets, and more and more dead people appeared in Tang City's sight, and more civilians volunteered to search for survivors and corpses in the rubble. Along the way, he saw many civilians who were not afraid of death burying the bodies on the side of the road, and there were also soldiers of the national army in disorganized military uniforms who disappeared from the side of the car, and disappeared with them at the end of the long street was a medical stretcher team of civilians, and they were heading towards the front line with dense gunfire.

Tang Cheng also saw the soldiers of the national army who had withdrawn from the front line with rifles, but looking at the gobbling of them into the food stores on the street, Tang Cheng judged that these soldiers were the battlefield deserters that Xu Erwa and they were talking about. "There are many soldiers who are very brave on the battlefield who will become deserters after withdrawing, especially those who have been injured or have seen their friends die in front of them. But if they are regrouped together and fight with the little devils, I will make sure that each of them is not a bad breed, and it is definitely the guy who dares to rush up with a grenade and drag the little devil to die with us. ”

Tang Cheng still remembered what Xu Erwa said when he was chatting in the ward, but it was difficult for him to overlap the ragged and blackened deserters in front of him who only cared about snatching food with the people Xu Erwa said in his mouth. Robert once told Tang Cheng that being a deserter on the battlefield is the most shameful thing, because often one deserter will lead to the emergence of more deserters, if there is a large-scale rout of deserters when the enemy attacks, then the entire position will collapse because of this, so the only way to deal with deserters on the battlefield is to make an example.

"Down with Japanese imperialism!" "China will win!" "I'd rather be a ghost who died in battle than a slave to the country!" …… A roar of rage came through the half-open window. It seems that there are people giving speeches on every road and in every wide place, and the faces of the people on and off the stage are full of grief and excitement, Tang Cheng can even see the grief and excitement that is about to erupt in their eyes, and all the slogans of the Anti-Japanese War that can be thought of resounded in the sky. Unlike Hou Xiaotian, who was full of interest, Tang Cheng slowly rolled up the window on his side with a cold face, but the sound outside still chased him and poured into his ears.

When passing an intersection, a young man who looked like a student was giving a speech to the crowd in front of him, several young people dressed in the same clothes as him were handing out leaflets to the crowd gathered here, and even Hou Xiaotian, who was holding the steering wheel, rolled down the window and got one. "It's a leaflet calling on young people to actively join the army to defend Shanghai," Hou Xiaotian glanced at it hurriedly, and handed the leaflet to Tang Gaocheng, who was sitting in the back row. It's no wonder that Hou Xiaotian's words are full of joy, didn't they just like the young man a month ago when they were giving speeches and handing out leaflets.

Tang Cheng looked out the window with some irritability at the young man who was waving his arms vigorously and shouting, if it was a month ago, he might have asked Hou Xiaotian to stop and watch, but now he has already experienced the battlefield of life and death. The War of Resistance is not something that can be done just by talking or handing out leaflets, it is filled in with the lives of poorly equipped soldiers like Xu Erwa, looking at the crowd outside the car window, Tang Cheng's heart felt sad for no reason, will China really perish?