On the lifeless muddy road, more than fifty people were panting and running in embarrassment. Some people fell into the mud pit and continued to get up and run without caring about being covered in mud.
The gunshots in the village behind them were like a reminder, making their violently beating hearts feel as if they were about to pop out, making them tremble with fear.
The leader of the health team was a passionate patriotic young student. They arrived at the war-torn battlefield and wanted to contribute their own strength, shouting the slogan "Don't be slaves to the country's subjugation". However, their initial excitement was quickly shattered as blood and flesh flew everywhere on the smoke-filled battlefield.
Long's artillery fire and smoke were annihilated, and I experienced the cruelty of real war.
Hundreds of thousands of troops were defeated, like a hole falling in the sky. The young people in the health team lost their backbone and became hesitant and desperate. They could only run back with the tide, and their original heart of serving the country gradually became cold.
The red cross armband on the arm of the health captain Zhang Hongying had already become dirty, stained with blood, mixed with mud and dust, and became blurry. With a stagger, it rolled into the mud. The neat and solemn red cross armband completely changed.
It became a piece of rag with an indistinguishable color.
"Hongying, get up!" Lu Zitao, deputy captain of the health team, heard the painful cry of Zhang Hongying falling from behind, and hurriedly turned around and ran back, picked up Zhang Hongying and ran away.
"The medicine box has fallen." Zhang Hongying struggled to pick up the medicine box that had fallen into the ditch.
"My life is gone, why do I need a box? It's more important to escape -" Lu Zitao ignored Zhang Hongying's shouts and pulled Zhang Hongying and ran towards the east in embarrassment.
Zhang Hongying turned her head and looked at the medical box that had fallen into the ditch. She felt inexplicably sad and lost in her heart. Then the distance became further and further away. Without the medical box, how could the health worker still save lives and heal the wounded?
"Oops!" Several young men from the stretcher team who suddenly ran to the front screamed at the top of their lungs: "There are ghosts! There are ghosts!" The crowd was like a flock of frightened birds, and they completely dispersed and didn't care.
Wild grassland or ditch, scattered in all directions.
The people running in front fled in all directions. Zhang Hongying's field of vision suddenly became brighter, and then she saw a few people wearing Japanese steel helmets standing on the earth beam in front of them.
Lu Zitao didn't know whether he was frightened or something, but his legs suddenly became weak and he crawled toward the ditch next to him like a dog crawling. His dirty and smelly clothes were covered with a layer of mud.
After crawling forward for a while, he suddenly found that his hands were empty. He turned around and found Zhang Hongying still standing there in shock, not moving. He was so anxious that he broke into a cold sweat: "Hongying! Run! That's a Japanese!"
Zhang Hongying did not run because her legs could not move. She was so frightened that she was stunned and her mind went blank.
"We are not devils, don't run away, we are Chinese!" Lao Wangtou's voice was a little hoarse, but still loud.
The members of the health team and the stretcher team were already very tired and had not run very far. After hearing such a shout, they gradually slowed down their escape. They stretched their heads one by one and looked back, no matter how old they were.
No matter how Wang Tou shouted, they still didn't dare to get close.
"Old Wu, look, you scared them, they thought we were Japs." When Old Wangtou saw the frightened people, they turned to Wu Jiang and grinned.
Wu Jiang took off his Japs helmet and threw it into the deserted grassland. He then took off his Japs uniform and threw it away, revealing the sloppy and smelly gray uniform underneath.
"Take off all the Japs' skins." Wu Jiang ordered, and the dozen or so brothers who broke out began to throw away their Japs clothes and resume their original appearance.
When they broke out at Jiangqiao, they were responsible for attracting Japanese firepower to cover the rest of the replenishment regiment. They were finally surrounded by the Japanese. Yang Ling used this trick to escape from the enemy's shell. He took off the Japanese soldier's clothes and put them on. After all, he escaped from the Japanese soldiers.
I escaped from the encirclement and kept running without having time to change. I didn't expect that there would be a misunderstanding here.
"It seems that he is really one of our own?" Lu Zitao climbed up from the ground and looked at the people in gray military uniforms. The fear in his heart finally dissipated a lot.
"Captain Zhang, I didn't expect to see us here again." Wu Jiang found Zhang Hongying, whose face was covered in mud and had a discolored face. He was surprised to meet an acquaintance here.
"Who are you?" Zhang Hongying's eyes looked at the ragged man in front of her, with two cuts on his face. He felt familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.
"In Yunzaobang, I am the platoon leader under Company Commander Yang, responsible for protecting your health team." Wu Jiang was not angry that Zhang Hongying did not recognize him, and continued to add.
"Are you Platoon Leader Wu?" After such a reminder, Zhang Hongying immediately recognized the embarrassed man in front of her as Wu Jiang, who had protected them in the first place.
Seeing several hideous gaps on Wu Jiang's face, Zhang Hongying asked cautiously: "Platoon Commander Wu, what's your face?"
Wu Jiang replied nonchalantly: "It was caused by a hot explosion. It's nothing. It just hurts a little. It's not ugly, right?"
Zhang Hongying nodded with difficulty, looking at Wu Jiang who was almost disfigured, her heart became extremely heavy for a moment.
At this moment, two soldiers lifted Yang Ling who was lying on a stretcher out from behind the earth beam. Yang Ling had been in a state of high tension. He was exhausted from fighting after fighting. In addition, he was soaked by a heavy rain after breaking out of the encirclement.
Wearing clothes, he caught a cold and fell ill.
Zhang Hongying originally thought that Yang Ling and the others would die in the blood sea of corpses in Yunzao Bang just like the soldiers who came one after another. They would become a wave in her life and would never appear again after sinking into the sea. She did not expect that they would be here.
We met again. Meeting a familiar person in these precarious days made the originally desperate and cold heart burst into a trace of joy.
"Captain Yang, are you injured? Where is the injury? Let me help you take a look." Zhang Hongying was grateful to Yang Ling for protecting them in the first place. When she saw Yang Ling lying on the stretcher, she hurriedly asked with concern.
Lu Zitao also got up from the ground at this moment, shaking off the mud on his body. Seeing Zhang Hongying caring about Yang Ling so passionately, there was a trace of displeasure between his eyebrows, but when he saw Yang Ling's weakness, Yang Ling did not say a word.
"It's okay, our company commander just suffered from the cold and was not injured." Wu Jiang explained.
Hearing that Yang Ling only felt cold occasionally, Zhang Hongying's heart finally dropped. As Yang Ling's interaction with them was not deep, but seeing that Yang Ling felt confident in her heart inexplicably, she was no longer so hesitant and afraid, so she didn't want Yang Ling to go out.
whats the matter.
"Ahem...what's going on with the shooting in the village?" Yang Ling asked Zhang Hongying weakly. After all, it was Zhang Hongying and the others who ran over from that direction, so they should know the situation.
"Platoon leader Yang Dashu led people into the village, and then shots were fired. We ran away when we heard the shots..." Zhang Hongying's voice became lower and lower as she spoke, feeling ashamed of her own timidity.
The gunfire in the village had stopped at this moment. Yang Ling thought for a moment and then ordered Wu Jiang: "Old Wu, take two brothers to the front to see what's going on. We'll wait for news here."
Wu Jiang nodded and immediately greeted the two people and headed straight for the village. Yang Ling originally wanted to bypass the village to find a place to cross the river, but now he heard that Yang Dashu and the others had entered the village. No matter what happened to Yang Dashu and the others in the village, no matter whether they died
Yes, Yang Dashu and the others were considered his brothers, so he couldn't ignore them.