The closer you get to the front line, the more vehicles pass, carriages, cars, and pairs of soldiers walking by in the mud, these people are carrying guns, many of them have immature faces, and the clothes on their bodies are still very new, and they look like new soldiers.

Some of these people have lost faces, some are excited, and some are even afraid, what the future holds, and how many will be able to return home, these are all unknown.

The closer he got to the troop station, the more tense the atmosphere became, and the British, French, and American forces and Germany were almost ready, so they wanted to do a good job.

Suddenly, there was chaos on the road. There was a rumbling engine in the sky.

"Get out of the way, the enemy's planes are scattered and hide on the side of the road." The officers shouted loudly, but the young soldiers scurried around like headless rabbits.

The coachman quickly shook the reins and rushed towards the open space on the side of the road. The ditch on the side of the road made the carriage jump, and Muyang was thrown out of the carriage directly by this sudden bump and fell into the grass on the side of the road.

Before he could raise his head, several explosions were heard in his ears, and the Germans' planes dropped bombs.

There was not much time, and the Germans' plane flew away.

They were just scouting and harassing, not a large force of the German air force, besides, in such an open field, there was not much point in bombing, the Germans just wanted to declare that now this sky belonged to them.

Mu Yang stood up with some annoyance, but fortunately he rolled when he was thrown out just now, and he was not injured, the grass was very wet, his clothes had been wet, and there were a lot of dirt and grass blades sticked.

"These bastards, are you going to give Lao Tzu a dismount?" Mu Yang scolded. Pick up the hat that had been thrown away from it, shake the dirt off it, and bring it back to your head.

The coachman had already set up the carriage and hurried over, "Sir, I'm very sorry. ”

"It doesn't matter. It was the fault of the Germans. Muyang said.

"When I got off the road just now, the carriage was so bumpy that the axle was a little loose, I want to fix it, but it will be fine soon." The coachman said.

"Hmm." Mu Yang nodded.

At this time, in the distance, someone shouted: "Are there any health soldiers, there are wounded here." ”

The man shouted several times, and everyone around looked over, but no one answered.

Mu Yang picked up his cowhide backpack from the carriage and walked over to the wounded soldier. He patted the soldier on the shoulder of the crowd in front of him and opened a passage for himself.

"Let me take a look." Mu Yang squatted down and said.

"Sir", a second lieutenant who was called just now, saw a major walk into the crowd and squatted down to take a look, and quickly called out to the sir.

The wounded man on the ground was probably only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was only a lowly private. At this moment, the wounded soldier's left thigh was gone, revealing the blackened rotten flesh and Bai Sensen's thigh bone. The chest is also a blur of flesh and blood. Blood was oozing through the tattered clothes.

Muyang is not a doctor, seeing such a situation. He was helpless, so he could only do the simplest bandaging for him based on the superficial medical knowledge in his mind, and as for the operation, he had to go to the hospital to do it.

Muyang opened the cowhide bag and pretended to rummage through it. Then take out everything from the space that can be used. Bandages, gauze, and medicinal powder, Mu Yang hurriedly bandaged the soldier, but after all, it was unprofessional, and the bandaging was ugly, as for whether it had any effect. Muyang himself didn't know, so he could only do his best to obey the fate of heaven.

In the end, Muyang also took out a few anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers and fed them directly to the soldiers' mouths.

After these things were done, Muyang was already sweating profusely, and the heat was one thing, mainly nervousness. He had already killed a lot of people, and he didn't react much to the blood and flesh or anything, but when he bandaged it, Mu Yang was really in a hurry for a while, but fortunately, he was messed up with.

The soldier was carried away and loaded onto a truck and taken directly to the hospital.

Looking at the truck in the distance, Mu Yang could only sigh that a young soldier had not even been on the battlefield, so he fell on the road.

Muyang found a puddle to wash his hands, then found a stump left by the cut down tree on the side of the road, took out a cigar from his pocket and lit it for himself.

His mind was a little messy, and he still sighed in his heart, war, it's really cruel. Although Muyang has already experienced the experience of time and space in the Anti-Japanese War, in the face of this kind of scene, he still can't be as calm as his heart is level.

"Sir, we can go." The coachman repaired the axle and drove the carriage to Muyang's side and said.

Mu Yang threw the cowhide backpack on the car and regained the co-pilot position, the coachman flicked the reins, and the sturdy big black horse in front of him stepped on his feet and set off.

A village appeared in front, and the coachman drove the carriage into the village, and Muyang saw that there were no ordinary French residents here, only soldiers.

"Sir, the row of houses in front is the regimental headquarters, you need to go there by yourself." The coachman said.

"Thank you so much, by the way, this pack of cigarettes is reserved for you to smoke." Mu Yang casually threw a pack of cigarettes to the old corporal.

The old man looked at the delicate packaging of the cigarette in his hand, inhaled it on his nose, and felt that the taste of flue-cured tobacco was really fragrant, and his face suddenly showed a fascinated expression.

Muyang jumped out of the car, took his cowhide bag, and walked towards the row of houses pointed out by the coachman.

"Company commander, are you back?" At this moment, a voice sounded from the side.

Mu Yang looked at the past, it was a young officer in his twenties, with the rank of captain, after seeing Mu Yang, he hurriedly walked over, stood beside Mu Yang and said: "Are all your injuries healed Company commander, I'm really glad that you can heal, we all miss you very much." ”

Mu Yang recognized this captain as a captain and deputy company commander of his company. The two of them were very happy to meet, Muyang asked. "Claire, why did you get to the regimental headquarters, where are our troops stationed now?"

"Company commander, the supplies for the troops are running out, I'll go to the regiment headquarters to get them." Claire said with a smile.

"Have you received the supplies, if it's done, wait for me, I'll talk to the head of the regiment, and then go back to the station with you." Muyang didn't know the way, but now he saw his deputy company commander and happened to go back with him.

Hearing Mu Yang ask about adoption, Claire's face suddenly fell.

Mu Yang observed his words and looks, and it seemed that something was wrong.

"What's the matter, tell me." Mu Yang said affirmatively.

"The quartermaster withheld our provisions, enough bread and bread, but much less of the rest." Claire said.

Mu Yang thought for a while and said, "It's okay, I'll go with you again in a while, wait for me here now, I'm going to see Colonel Wood first." ”

"Okay company commander, I'll wait for you here." Claire said.

Muyang walked towards the regiment headquarters barracks again. (To be continued......)