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Chapter 169 Treatment of Wounded Soldiers

Gray military tents were neatly pitched one next to another in the hidden woods. Several anti-aircraft machine gun positions were arranged in bunkers on the edge of the woods, facing the east. Guards and soldiers with loaded guns were everywhere around the woods.

This is a temporary field hospital for wounded soldiers located on the outskirts of Nanjing. Thousands of wounded soldiers transported from the front line in Shanghai crowded here to receive treatment. Wounded soldiers Lao Yanqiang and Fatty Tian San who were sent from the front line were also sent there.

here.

Lao Yanqiang originally wanted to follow the seriously injured people to be transported further to Wuhan, because he heard Yang Ling once said that if Shanghai was lost, Nanjing would definitely not be safe. Although he didn't know why Yang Ling said that, he would rather believe it.

You should have an attitude of not trusting others. Anyway, the farther away from here the better. If the Japanese attack you, you will have to fight tooth and nail.

But Lao Yanqiang was really unlucky. When he arrived at Xiaguan Station in Nanjing by train, doctors in white coats came over to identify the injuries of their group of wounded. One doctor hung Lao Yanqiang's bandaged body around his neck.

After tinkering with his arm, he said lightly: "Slight injury, no big problem."

At that time, Lao Yanqiang really wanted to give the horse-faced doctor a good beating, but when he saw the military police around him who were armed with live ammunition, he had to suppress his desire to beat people up and accepted the fact that he was slightly injured with a sad face.

Just because of the doctor's words, Lao Yanqiang's dream of being transferred to the rear areas in Wuhan for recuperation was shattered, because only seriously injured people would be transferred to rear areas hospitals after simple rescue, and they were labeled as lightly injured.

They were placed in temporary wounded soldiers hospitals along the way.

Unable to go to a safer hospital with better conditions in the rear, Cigarette Smoking, Fatty Tian San and a group of wounded were crammed into this temporary wounded soldier hospital in the suburbs to recuperate. Their arms were penetrated by bullets and had several holes, and they were almost disabled.

, but it was determined to be a minor injury, and Lao Yanqiang kept feeling panicked.

But this war is in chaos, and even if you don't feel angry, there is no place to reason. It doesn't matter whether the hospital is good or bad, as long as you can avoid fighting on the battlefield and fight hard. The old smoker does have the optimism of this little guy.

Thousands of wounded soldiers with varying degrees of severity were crowded into a temporary wounded soldier hospital. The stench was overwhelming and the smell of blood was strong. The wounded soldiers cried and screamed in pain day and night, and the doctors covered in blood were busy non-stop.

, still can’t take care of it.

Although the old smoker and Fatty Tian San were injured to varying degrees, they were not serious. They only needed to rest after being bandaged and changed the medicine. They also held the idea of ​​​​taking care of themselves as they came, and stayed quietly.

I stayed in this hospital for wounded soldiers. After all, compared to the bombarded Shanghai battlefield, it was a paradise.

Although the conditions in the hospital are simple, the old smoker and the fat man Tian San live a very nourishing life. For the first time, they have experienced what it is like to be treated as a wounded soldier, and they almost feel a little happy.

The battle on the front line was so bloody that patriotic students and people could not go there because it would kill people, so they turned their attention to the wounded soldiers' hospital. Moreover, the wounded soldiers' hospital where Lao Yanqiang and the others were staying was in the suburbs of Nanjing. They were admitted

On the second day, a large number of patriotic groups came to express condolences to the wounded soldiers.

Although Lao Qianqian was a company commander and had met many people in the army, he was all a soldier and had no feeling. However, the female students and patriotic people holding flowers and eating food suddenly surrounded him and shouted slogans.

The old smoker who came out of the ditch had never seen such a huge battle. He was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away. He was always trying to grab his gun, but now that he was a wounded soldier, there was still a gun there, so he missed it.

In this free time, Lao Yanqiang and the other wounded soldiers were surrounded by water. The enthusiastic female students hugged and hugged the wounded soldiers who were wrapping up the battle, and even hung flowers around their necks. They felt

Seeing the hot bodies on his body and smelling the refreshing fragrance, the old smoker felt uneasy. Although he was embarrassed, he did not refuse. He was still an old bachelor.

"Down with Japanese imperialism! Don't be a slave to the country's subjugation!"

"Resist firmly! Never surrender!"

These female students shouted inspiring slogans, and the old smoker hurriedly put away the evil thoughts in his mind.

Looking at the big red flower hanging on his body, he straightened his rickety body and felt a sense of pride in his chest. He suddenly felt extremely glorious for the injuries he sustained while fighting the Japanese. He even thought of transferring to a hospital in the rear.

The smoke disappeared.

Because this is a hospital, the consolation group with a large number of people could not stay long. Finally, everyone took a group photo together. The white light flashed from the camera scared Lao Ciangqiang and he subconsciously wanted to hide. A female student next to him pulled him and explained that he wanted to

When taking pictures, Lao Yanqiang made a big red face. He had seen this foreign thing before.

The consolation group brought a lot of good things to the wounded soldiers, including food and drink, but there was no alcohol or cigarettes, because the hospital had regulations that prohibited smoking and drinking, and would be confiscated immediately if found.

"Company Commander, what are we doing here?" The fat man had a full belly and was lying on the hospital bed in a comfortable position, enjoying his current life.

The old smoker thought for a while, and finally concluded: "I'm afraid this is the life of gods."

"I'm afraid even gods can't compare to us."

They had food and drink to stay here, and they didn't have to go to the battlefield to fight against the Japanese. Suddenly Lao Yanqiang wanted to stay here and didn't want to leave.

In addition to the civilians and students who come to the wounded soldiers hospital every now and then with large amounts of condolences, senior officers in uniforms will also come to the hospital to express concern and condolences to these wounded soldiers. For these solemn-looking senior generals, old smokers

He didn't dare to enjoy the treatment of wounded soldiers like ordinary patriotic people joking with students, but he put his mind aside and stood at attention to salute.

These senior generals also politely raised their hands in return, and encouraged them: "You have fought and shed blood for the country, and you can rest in peace and recover from your injuries. If you have any requests, please feel free to ask."

The old smoker hesitated for a long time before he cautiously said, "Then I want a dry smoker, is that okay?"

These senior generals were stunned for a few seconds and then burst out laughing. This made Lao Smoker feel awkward, thinking that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly added: "I don't want it anymore, I don't want it anymore."

A person wearing the rank of lieutenant general said: "What are my requirements? We can still meet these requirements."

"Adjutant Liu, go back and buy a good dry tobacco gun for this brother and send it over, and get him some dry tobacco by the way."

"Yes!" The adjutant agreed with a smile.

"Thank you, sir!" Lao Yanqiang didn't expect these officers to be so approachable, so he hurriedly thanked them.

"Take good care of yourself and continue fighting the Japanese!" The lieutenant general patted Lao Yanqiang on the shoulder and turned to talk to the other wounded.

Facing the encouragement, Lao Yanqiang suddenly felt an inexplicable force in his heart, and now he couldn't wait to go back and fight the Japanese.

These high-ranking officials did not bring condolences and directly gave money to the wounded soldiers. However, the money they received was not oceans but French currency. Fatty Tian San was already happy. When these officials just left, he collected old money.

Yan Qian came forward and said: "Company Commander, let's go to the city for a walk after we are healed?"

"Let's go shopping and see what Nanjing is like." With money and confidence in hand, he nodded and agreed.

The old smoker had originally wanted to visit Shanghai and see the prosperity of the big city, but before he had a chance to go, he started fighting with the Japanese. He was carried to death in the mud and water trenches every day, crawling in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He had no chance.

I made up my mind to go to Nanjing no matter what this time, otherwise it would be a pity.


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