Thanks to Gao Hongming's golden finger, the Liantai militia has always been known for its deep pockets in war.
In view of the fact that Yangping Town was basically undefendable, Gao Hongming also became ruthless. As soon as he arrived in Yangping Town, he ordered his troops to start building positions. He also cashed in a large amount of reinforced concrete from the weapons store and built a large number of permanent fortresses in Yangping Town.
In terms of fortifications and bunkers, Xinyang Village alone built a bunker group consisting of nine open and concealed forts, and these bunker groups now play an important role.
"Kakakaka..."
"Left front... right front... straight ahead..."
Accompanied by the sound of machine guns tearing apart oilcloth, tongues of heated flames kept spurting out from the barrel of the MG42 machine gun. A young machine gunner was sweating profusely, looking ahead and kept mouthing.
Trigger, on his left side, a deputy shooter was feeding ammunition while indicating the target for him, and behind them, another ammunition hand was using a shovel to shovel the shell casings piled on the ground into a small wooden cart aside.
The 3rd Company of the 5th Battalion stationed in Yangxin Village has blocked the Japanese 213th Regiment here for two days and two nights with the help of a group of bunkers. The Japanese army did not get any benefits except leaving behind the wreckage of seven or eight tanks and more than 600 corpses.
, this is also the reason why Colonel Kawahara Youhei of the 213th Regiment was so furious.
With a loud "boom", the artillery shell landed behind a ditch behind Guojialing. Along with the billowing smoke, hot shrapnel and stones flew across, and a nearby tent shook like an earthquake.
Miyoko Sugita, who had just bandaged the wounded man's wound, stood up when something flew past her ear with a "swish" sound, and then there was a clear sound of glass breaking in the ambulance station.
Miyoko Sugita turned her head, and something broke a glass bottle on the table against the wall. Out of curiosity, Miyoko walked over, and under the dim kerosene light, she could see a black metal piece among the glass fragments on the tray. Miyoko touched it with her finger
When I touched it, it still felt hot.
The Japanese attack entered a fever pitch from the very beginning. The whistling sound of artillery shells was heard everywhere since yesterday. Holding the scorching shrapnel, Miyoko listened to the groans of the wounded soldiers next to her and looked at the blood on the ground. She hated this damn thing even more.
War, "Why fight?"
After being captured by the Rendai militia, Miyoko officially joined the Japanese Protectorate Army and became a medical staff of the Protectorate Army along with more than a dozen captured Japanese female nurses and Dr. Miyamoto Ichiro.
However, the Japanese Protectorate soldiers have special characteristics and are small in number, so they rarely have the opportunity to go on missions. Their medical team has almost become a decoration, so they were transferred to the medical brigade a few days ago.
Because the Third Army fought fiercely with the Japanese army at Guojialing and suffered heavy casualties, they had been running around continuously for the past two days. Miyoko had not slept a wink all day and night.
The temporary treatment station was noisy, and another batch of wounded people were brought in. Among the people carrying stretchers, Kamei saw a familiar figure.
"Fengzi...why are you here too?"
Miyoko was surprised and a little strange when she saw her friend.
"Let's come here to help." Fengzi smiled sweetly, which looked particularly cute with her round face. "Because the fighting here is quite fierce, the captain wants to select a few nurses to come and help, so I came here."
"You……"
Miyoko shook her head helplessly and said angrily: "It's very dangerous here, why don't you stay with the medical team behind?"
"I'm not afraid, you can come, why can't I!"
Fengzi wrinkled his cute little nose: "Don't forget, I am very capable."
Miyoko looked at her friend who was pretending to be heroic, and naturally knew in her heart that she was worried that she would ask to come. She was so moved that she couldn't help but hugged her, "Okay, now that you're here, let's do it well."
"Don't worry, I will work hard. Don't forget that when I was in nursing school, my grades were only behind you." Fengzi laughed.
"Nurse Miyoko, come here quickly!" Dr. Miyamoto's voice sounded in the tent again.
Miyoko quickly responded loudly and ran over.
After seeing the nurse coming over, a sweaty Miyamoto Ichiro pointed to the flashlight next to him: "Take the flashlight for lighting."
"Hi!" Miyoko quickly picked up the flashlight and shined it on the wounded soldier's back. Looking at the flesh and blood torn by the large shrapnel, Miyoko's stomach couldn't help churning. Dr. Miyamoto shook the shrapnel inserted into the wounded soldier's back. The wound
Bing groaned a few times and then fainted.
Seeing that the shrapnel was stuck in the flesh, Dr. Miyamoto grabbed a scalpel, cut the flesh around the shrapnel, and moved it again with force.
Seeing this, Miyoko's hands started to tremble a little, and the flashlight also shook.
"Don't shake!" Dr. Miyamoto's tone became stern. After dozens of seconds, he took out a piece of red and black shrapnel.
Doctor Miyamoto then gave the wounded soldier an injection of Pethidine. The wounded soldier, who was already in a coma and was sweating from the pain, fell into a drowsy sleep. At this time, Miyoko was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat.
After doing all this, Dr. Miyamoto waved his hand: "Carry it down!"
Soon, medical soldiers carried the wounded man down. They were sent to the medical brigade in Yangping Town, and then sent to the rear by transport plane for further treatment.
"Doctor...save him quickly!"
At this time, a sergeant rushed in carrying an officer on his back and placed a wounded man on the operating table. Miyoko looked at the shoulder of the wounded man and saw that it was a captain.
Dr. Miyamoto hurried forward and looked down. He saw a hole as big as a thumb on the wounded man's forehead. He turned over the wounded man's head and looked again. It turned out to be a hole as big as a fist, with brains flowing out in waves.
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Seeing this, Dr. Miyamoto said expressionlessly: "He is dead, take him away!"
"no!"
The sergeant shouted loudly, took out a rifle from his waist, pointed it at Dr. Miyamoto's catalog, and shouted fiercely: "I want him to survive! If you don't save my company commander, you little brat,
I will beat you to death!"
Faced with the threat from the sergeant, Dr. Miyamoto still shook his head regretfully and said in blunt Chinese: "I'm just a doctor, not a god! If you think killing me will make you feel better, then please shoot me!"
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Looking at Dr. Miyamoto's calm eyes, the muscles on the sergeant's face kept shaking, and finally he yelled and rushed out of the tent.
It wasn't until the sergeant disappeared that Miyoko came over with some trepidation, "Doctor Miyamoto, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Dr. Miyamoto sighed softly.
From being a Japanese doctor to becoming a member of the Japanese National Defense Force after being captured, Ichiro Miyamoto's views have also changed greatly, especially his views on this war.