The spacious and bright room was filled with a strong smell of medicine. Zhang Hai, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a busy female medical worker in a white coat.
Zhang Hai seemed to have had an extremely long dream from which he could not wake up, walking alone in the dark night.
Now he saw the new wooden ceiling on the roof of the house, heard the chirping of birds outside, and heard the faint shouts of the brothers during training. He knew that he was not dead, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.
"water..."
Zhang Hai felt that his throat was like a dry stream, and he subconsciously shouted in a low voice.
Zhang Hai's shouting voice was very weak, almost inaudible, but the attentive female medical staff still heard the different sounds in the room, turned her head and saw Zhang Hai who had opened his eyes at some point.
The female medical worker was stunned for a moment, then a surprise appeared on her face. Under Zhang Hai's resentful eyes, she rushed out of the room like the wind.
"Doctor Wang, Zhang Hai is awake! Zhang Hai is awake!"
The voice of the female medical worker disappeared in the distance, getting further and further away. Zhang Hai cursed in his heart, and his consciousness fell into darkness again.
It was already two hours later when Zhang Hai woke up again, and this time there were people standing around his hospital bed.
There were doctors in white coats, officers in military uniforms, and brothers from the Flame Special Warfare Brigade who had just arrived from the training ground. The room was slowly crowded.
"Wake up, wake up." Seeing Zhang Hai slowly opening his eyes, someone in the room made a sound of surprise.
"Shh, stay quiet."
"Zhang Hai, how do you feel?" A kind doctor leaned down and asked with concern.
Seeing these kind faces, Zhang Hai felt inexplicably warm and at ease. His lips moved and he made a weak sound: "Water..."
Soon, the female medical worker from before brought over a bowl of water. As the warm water entered his throat, Zhang Hai felt that he was alive again and his energy was much better, but he felt weak all over.
"Don't think about anything now. Have a good rest. Someone will bring you food later."
After listening to the doctor's words, Zhang Hai lay there quietly, feeling more relaxed than ever before.
In the evening, after Zhang Hai drank some gruel, his mental state improved a lot and he survived the most difficult moment.
After Yang Ling learned that Zhang Hai had woken up, he also gave special instructions and sent someone to take care of Zhang Hai and told everyone not to disturb him.
All the people who visited Zhang Hai left, and only the original female medical worker was left in the room.
"How long have I slept?" Zhang Hai asked.
"You need to have a good rest now and don't talk." The female medical staff said and covered Zhang Hai with a quilt.
After hearing the female medical worker's words, Zhang Hai felt inexplicably tired, and fell asleep again.
"How long have I slept?" When he woke up the next day, Zhang Hai felt that his condition was much better and asked the female medical staff again.
The female medical staff did not refuse him this time. While feeding him porridge with a spoon, she replied: "I slept for five whole days."
After hearing what the female medical worker said, Zhang Hai was also surprised. He just felt that he had a dream, and he did not expect that he had slept for so long.
"Where are the Japs I'm chasing?" Zhang Hai asked.
"You killed them all. You are our hero." When the female medical worker said this, an imperceptible blush flashed on her cheeks.
"Okay, have a good rest. Call me if you have anything. I'll be outside."
Before Zhang Hai could continue, the female medical staff put away the porridge, finished eating it, covered him with the quilt again, and went out.
Zhang Hai is still very weak now, and the doctor has ordered him to rest alone for a while without being disturbed.
In fact, Zhang Hai's injury was not fatal. The brothers of the Lieyan Special Forces Brigade quickly arrived at the scene of his fight with the Japs Makino Kanan, controlled his bleeding, and pulled him back from the gate of hell.
The main reason why he had been sleeping was that during the few days when he was chasing the Japanese Makino Kanan and the others, he ran out of food and could only eat raw roots and weeds, which made him very weak.
Later, coupled with being injured by a bullet, his whole body system could no longer bear it, and he fell asleep all the time.
Fortunately, the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps made every effort to rescue him, and Zhang Hai is now out of danger.
Time passed day by day, Zhang Hai's body was recovering day by day, and the only person he faced was the female medical worker.
During the time when Zhang Hai was resting, Yang Ling and the others were busy rebuilding the camp. Although they won this time, it was a tragic victory.
The Black Wolf Village in Xiaoqingshan was reduced to rubble by Japanese planes, so they had to find another place to build a new camp.
The new camp is more hidden, and unless the Japanese plane conducts low-altitude reconnaissance at that time, it will be difficult to discover it.
Several four-unit anti-aircraft machine guns have been deployed on several hills around the camp. If the Japanese planes dare to conduct low-altitude reconnaissance, they will be guaranteed to come back.
These anti-aircraft machine guns were allocated to Yang Ling and others by the Sulu Theater Command in order to help them regain their strength.
Although Yang Ling and the others lost large guerrilla areas in Huaiyin, Baoying and other places, they also caused heavy losses to the Japs and killed several subordinate officers.
The Sulu Theater Command originally wanted to remove Yang Ling from the post of commander-in-chief and investigate the responsibility for the defeat.
Finally, General Zhou Fu, director of the political department of the theater, analyzed the situation at that time, summarized their previous meritorious performance, and put in a good word for Yang Ling and others, thus saving Yang Ling from being dismissed from his post.
This is not to say that the theater headquarters is really open to Yang Ling, but it also has unspeakable difficulties.
With the establishment of the Wang Puppet Government in Nanjing and their extensive efforts to win over and buy off the enemy, the situation in the Sulu Theater Zone, which is now isolated behind enemy lines, is very bad.
In just over a month, more than ten guerrilla column commanders defected and surrendered to the Japs, resulting in the loss of large guerrilla areas.
Moreover, those guerrilla columns that resolutely refused to surrender in the guerrilla zone also encountered massive attacks by the Japanese and puppet troops, and their loss of territory was not much better than that of Yang Ling and others.
The Sulu Theater is now facing a harsh situation. In order to stabilize the troops and people's hearts, the theater headquarters does not want to force Yang Ling and others too much.
If Yang Ling was really removed from his position as captain, and Yang Ling defected to the Japanese in anger, they would be beyond their reach, and it would be too late to cry.
But it would not work without expressing it. The final punishment was to order Yang Ling to write a review of the defeat, fine him a year's salary, and order them to retake the Huaiyin guerrilla zone before the end of the year to atone for their sins.
Also arriving at the Xiaoqingshan camp with the decision on punishment was a batch of weapons, ammunition and food that General Zhou Fu, director of the Political Department, had secured for the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps.
In the past, various troops under the Sulu Theater Command fought fiercely for weapons, equipment and food.
But now that a large number of troops have defected and surrendered to the Japanese, the material pressure on the Sulu War Zone has been reduced a lot. Now in order to stabilize the existing troops, the war zone has also tried its best to satisfy their requests for weapons and equipment as much as possible.