Author: Did you see my avatar?

"Is it a little late?..."

Looking around, there were corpses all over the ground, wisps of dissipating gunpowder smoke, and the sound of gunfire gradually receding into his ears, as well as faint calls for help. Mo Fan frowned.

This is the battlefield where Captain Li directly assaulted Sakata.

He came with a logistical support system, high-quality and abundant weapons and equipment, and business.

but,

The battle seems to be ending.

The Sakata United Team has been penetrated by the barrel, and Sakata has been completely cold, but the New Regiment has also paid a considerable price.

"Gan, can't you put it on earlier!"

Although the story of traveling through time to save a child playing on the road is a bit cliche, it still has time travel and a system. It is a good story.

The system has Captain Li as the only customer service, and is committed to promoting Captain Li's war enthusiasm through business means. He is just a tool man, but after completing the auxiliary tasks, the system will belong to him, and he can also experience a different story of the sword.

Very good too.

If you think about it carefully, being a tool man is actually quite good.

A person must be self-aware,

With his little military ability, he is not very good at the keyboard. If he actually goes to the battlefield, he might make a fool of himself. Even if he is given superior equipment, the combat cost-efficiency ratio is extremely low. He might as well just do logistics and war.

Just leave this kind of thing to the professionals.

With a thought, the system panel automatically opens,

"Super Logistics System"

"Client Li Yunlong led a new regiment to surprise the headquarters of the Bantian Regiment, killed the commander of the Sakata Regiment, Nobutetsu Sakata, and led his troops to defeat the Sakata Regiment head-on. He paid for twenty tons of weapons and ammunition."

"In this battle, the client's performance was astonishing. We increased the rewards, directly rescued 107 seriously wounded soldiers on the battlefield, and provided a permanent artillery instructor."

Mo Fan looked satisfied.

The so-called logistics generally has three functions - providing and transporting weapons, equipment and supplies, treating the wounded, and training personnel.

"Now that this battle is over, let's find a place to treat the wounded first, and then go find the protagonist, Commander Li Da, after a while."

Mo Fan made a decision.

Systematic treatment of the injured seems to follow science - at least in part.

Next, he needs to choose an address, and then the system will set up a field hospital and send out professional medical staff for treatment. It cannot be on Captain Li's territory. As for safety, he is reminded not to worry about it.

Personnel training is also

System instructors cannot appear directly in Commander Li's unit, Commander Li has to send someone to participate in the training.

·····

Wang Chengzhu woke up faintly, and a familiar smell hit his nose.

Very aggressive.

But it doesn't stink.

It smells like hospital disinfectant.

Six months ago, a home-made mortar shell failed to fire after entering the chamber. The shell suddenly exploded while he was discharging the duds. He was seriously injured and had to go to the headquarters hospital for treatment. He was familiar with this smell.

However, the smell that time was nowhere near as strong.

There has always been a shortage of disinfectant at the headquarters. Director Liu wished he could use one bottle as ten bottles, but he was so generous this time.

Is this rich?

"Damn, you're so careless."

As his thoughts gradually became clearer, Zhuzi remembered the reason for his injury, and immediately cried out that he regretted it.

The situation was critical at that time, and the whole regiment relied on his 60-gun, and there was only one shell left. If it failed to hit Sakata's command post, the regiment commander would definitely be able to lead everyone out, but the casualties would definitely be heavy.

The huge pressure made him excited and excited after the hit. He forgot the discipline of the troops and stood cheering on the battlefield. This gave the Japanese a chance. If he went back, the regiment leader would definitely scold him to death.

His head was still a little groggy, and his body seemed to be filled with mud and was very heavy. After a while, he finally opened his eyes with some difficulty.

What caught his sight was a wooden room, with new thick painted wooden boards neatly spliced ​​into the walls, and bundled with a layer of cotton several times thicker than a marching quilt.

"If the leader knew about this, I'm afraid he would have to scold the prodigal!"

This thought flashed through his mind subconsciously.

The soldiers of the new regiment didn't have enough clothes for winter, but here they actually used the best cotton to make boards to keep their houses warm. The regiment leader would definitely curse him as a prodigal when he saw this.

Just like I scolded him when I broke through.

In the center of the room, firewood was burning in the iron stove, and the iron chimney went straight up to the roof. The room was very warm. He was covered with a thick white quilt, and his whole body was warm. There were several beds beside him, and they were also lying on them.

The wounded soldier was hanging on the iron rod beside the bed.

He even knew one of them.

The regiment leader's bodyguards, Zhao Chenghu and Huzi, were now covered in white bandages, with only one face exposed, and their chests rising and falling slightly, as if they were sleeping soundly.

The other wounded were also very familiar to him. They were all soldiers of the new regiment.

"Where is this?"

Wang Chengzhu suddenly realized that this was not the headquarters hospital.

Even in the headquarters, it is impossible to waste money to use thick cotton cloth to keep the room warm.

Not only the new regiment, but all the soldiers in the army are suffering from the cold this year. Ten people can't get a big cotton-padded coat. Also, the white and brand-new quilt on his body and the soft padded quilt under his buttocks, even for the wounded.

, and it is impossible to enjoy it.

It's not that I can't bear to part with it, it's that I don't have it at all - every worn cotton coat of Director Liu of the headquarters hospital has several layers of patina.

And those brand new gauze...

The headquarters hospital really rarely has such things. They are all cleaned and disinfected and reused. There is no way, they are poor, and the base area is also blocked by the Japanese, so supplies cannot come in.

"you're awake?"

At this time the door was opened and four people walked in.

The two were wearing white coats, doctor's white hats, and masks on their faces.

There is another person with short hair and a smile. He is a young man. His clothes are strange and gray, but he looks quite good-looking. Behind him is a strong man in military uniform with thick muscles like an iron tower.

.

"Who are you···"

Wang Chengzhu got up and suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

"do not move."

It was the young man with short hair who spoke:

"You were seriously injured. You were shot on both sides of the chest. One of the bullets was very close to your heart. Although you have been surgically removed, you lost too much blood and are still in danger."

"Thanks to the Japanese's 38 bullets, the bullets have strong penetrating power but weak lethality, otherwise you would have been cold."

Wang Chengzhu stopped moving and looked down at his chest.

Thick gauze wrapped his chest tightly, and a rubber tube protruded from the gauze, with a bottle connected to the end. The bottle contained a small half bottle of blood-colored liquid.

He looked up at the young man again.

"My name is Mo Fan, and I am Chinese just like you."

Facing Wang Chengzhu's gaze, the young man continued.

"Thank you for saving me, I..."

Wang Chengzhu expressed his heartfelt thanks.

He was shot near the heart. This kind of injury, let alone their headquarters hospital, even if it was a preserved fruit or even a Japanese soldier, it would be equivalent to half of his body entering the Palace of Hell. It would be difficult to save even one out of a hundred.

"Take good rest."

Mo Fan interrupted what Wang Chengzhu was saying:

"When you recover from your injuries, I will send you back to the Independent Regiment and continue killing Japanese soldiers!"

"Independent Regiment? I'm from the New Regiment."

Zhuzi was stunned and explained.

"Sorry, I forgot."

Mo Fan touched his head and smiled awkwardly.

Captain Li Da stayed with the New Group for one episode, and the Independent Group became known as Shunkou.

He arrived a little late and failed to catch up with the battle where Commander Li defeated Sakata. Otherwise, if he had been asked to provide equipment support to Commander Li, Sakata Regiment would have been beaten to the point where he would not even recognize his own mother.
To be continued...