After nearly a month of recuperation, the wounds on Lao Yanqiang's arm are almost healed. The bloody holes made by the bullets have begun to scab, and the bandages have been removed. Although he can't use his strength, the hospital bed can no longer hold him.
, lively and active all day long, looking for other sick and injured patients to drink tea and chat.
The knife that the Japanese stabbed Fatty Tian San in the buttocks was also very good. These days, thanks to the delicious food brought by the patriotic people and students, Fatty's waistline has grown a lot, and he can hardly walk.
Looks like a big bear.
Although the injury is almost healed, life in the Injured Soldiers Hospital is really comfortable. The old smoker and the fat man want to enjoy themselves here for a few more days. Since no one is chasing them, they can continue to stay.
However, I was used to the intense training and pace of life in the army, and now my injury was almost healed. I had nothing to do all day long, so I thought about going to Nanjing for a walk. After all, it was also the capital of the Republic of China, so it was quite good.
Fascinating.
He went to find Fatty Tian San. This guy was surrounded by a group of female students. He was talking savagely, telling how he could kill the Japanese with one hand. In the eyes of the female students, Fatty Yan suddenly turned into a great savior.
The old smoker sneered, he was really good at blowing. Except for the knife on his butt, there wasn't even a bullet hole in his body. How could there be such a hero?
In the eyes of Lao Yanqiang, the wounds and bullet holes all over his body are the best honor. Fatty can't compare with him at all. But he has a stupid mouth. He doesn't have Fatty's clever mouth to fool him. Anyway, Fatty gets a share every time he cheats.
Give him half, and he won't bother to expose the fat man.
"Fat man, I have something to ask you." Lao Yanqiang coughed, interrupting Fatty's heroic deeds of fighting the Japanese that he repeated several times a day.
When the fat man saw Lao Smoking standing not far away, his face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, and he waved to the admiring female students: "You go and listen to the other brothers' stories first, and I will tell them to you later."
After finishing speaking, before these patriotic female students could react, they quickly walked up to Lao Smoking and asked with a smile, "Company Commander, what do you want from me?"
The old smoker pulled the fat man to a secluded place and pointed to Nanjing City in the distance: "Would you like to take a stroll in the city?"
"Think about it, when will we go? My money is almost going moldy." The fat man patted his bulging pocket, which contained the bonuses for wounded soldiers issued by the officials who came to express their condolences in recent days.
"It's still early, let's go now." Lao Yanqiang thought for a while and replied.
Although Lao Yanqiang and the others are wounded soldiers, the scope of their activities is limited to the hospital. If you want to sneak out, you have to find another way, because there are hospital guards and soldiers guarding the outside, saying that they are to prevent enemy agents from causing sabotage, and at the same time to prevent the appearance of the enemy.
deserter.
It's not difficult for Old Smoking to come to the hospital. He and the guard company commander are fellow villagers. These days, he often gives condolences to this fellow villager. He told the guard company commander that he wanted to go around Nanjing. He, this fellow countryman,
He looked embarrassed, but he didn't want to lose face in front of his fellow villagers.
After some thought, he agreed to let Old Smoking and Fatty go out for a walk, but they had to come back before dark. In the end, he was worried, so he kindly sent a brother from the security company named Liu to go with them, saying it was for Old Smoking.
They serve as guides, but in fact their monitoring role is even more obvious.
Lao Yanqiang and Fatty took off their tattered and dirty military uniforms and put on the old cotton-padded clothes brought by the guard surnamed Liu. After packing, the three of them left the wounded soldiers hospital and headed straight for Nanjing City.
The distance from the Wounded Soldiers Hospital to Nanjing City is not far. The National Defense Highway along the way is crowded with people fleeing with large and small bags. The military cars covered with curtains are honking their horns, and the road is a mess.
It gave Old Smoking and the others an indescribable taste in their hearts.
However, this was just a small episode. Lao Smoking saw even dead people on the battlefield. The scene of these refugees fleeing only had a slight impact on his mood, and was later replaced by the excitement of entering the city.
Under the leadership of the guard surnamed Liu, they took a detour to the city gate. The place was filled with sandbags and barbed wire fences were erected. The muzzles of anti-aircraft machine guns stood high in the bunkers. Soldiers wearing German helmets were waiting for them.
The old smoker felt a hint of war atmosphere.
Lao Yanqiang murmured in his heart that with such powerful firepower, even if the little devil arrived in Nanjing, he might not be able to get a good deal, and he felt inexplicably relaxed.
"My dear, this city wall is so high." Fatty Tian San looked up at Nanjing's majestic city wall and praised it. It is much more impressive than the city wall in their county. It would cost a lot of money to build such a high and thick city wall.
Bar.
Seeing that the fat man looked like he had never seen the world, Lao Yanqiang cursed: "Look at how promising you are, don't embarrass me."
The guard surnamed Liu also smiled and said nothing, and waved them towards the city.
The Nanjing government has temporarily moved to Chongqing, and a large number of party and government agencies, schools and factories have also relocated. The people in Nanjing have also begun to move under the command of officials at all levels.
But after all, Nanjing is a big city, the seat of the central government. Those tall buildings and wide and smooth roads make the old smoker feel comfortable walking around.
Although the transfer has begun, the city is still bustling, with colorful signboards lined up in rows, and shops selling gadgets that have never been seen before. The graceful figures of the women wearing cotton cheongsam walking on the street made Lao Yanqiang and the others stare.
I thought that if I took such a woman home as my wife, I would die even if I wanted to marry her.
However, they are still self-aware, and they can feast their eyes on these gorgeous women. If they really marry them and go home, they may not be able to support them with their pitiful military salary.
Over the years, Lao Yanqiang has been struggling in the army, and the most he can do is wander around in small counties. Walking in this magnificent city of Nanjing, I can't help but feel a sense of pride, and feel proud that I am a Chinese.
Feel proud.
Just when Lao Yanqiang felt proud, the air-raid siren in the city wailed, and the harsh sound made the pride in Lao Yanqiang's heart disappear without a trace. What the hell, you little devil?
I don't feel safe anywhere.
A large group of Japanese planes emerged from the clouds like crows, and their roaring motors could be heard from far away.
"Hurry and hide!" Guard Liu pulled Lao Smoking and they were about to hide, but at this moment Fatty Tian San jumped up excitedly.
"Our plane! Our plane!"
Lao Yanqiang looked up and saw more than a dozen planes flying up from the northwest and rushing towards the Japanese plane, which made Lao Yanqiang's blood boil.
When I was in Shanghai, there were initially Chinese planes fighting fiercely with Japanese soldiers in the sky, but later they retreated due to too much losses, and finally lost air supremacy. But now that I see my own planes fighting again, the corners of my eyes can't help but get wet.
The anti-aircraft weapons deployed all over Nanjing rang out, sending out clouds of black mist along the attack route of the Japanese planes. The Japanese plane at the front shook unsteadily, and finally fell down with black smoke.
Huge cheers erupted in the street.
"Fight! Fight!" Many people were already standing on the street. Watching their planes bravely rushing into the enemy group, they all clenched their fists and began to cheer.
The air battle in the sky lasted less than ten minutes. After the Chinese planes were outnumbered and downed three of them, the others retreated one after another. Seeing the Japanese planes brazenly controlling the sky over Nanjing and starting to drop bombs, Lao Yanqiang held his breath in his heart and did not set off.
, some chest tightness and shortness of breath.
The Japanese planes dropped bombs like eggs, and rumbling explosions were heard in the city. The magnificent buildings were also hit and collapsed, causing smoke and dust all over the sky. Many places were on fire, and many people were killed.
On the street, Lao Yanqiang and the others clenched their fists, their eyes were red, but there was nothing they could do.
The Japanese dropped the bombs and began to swoop and shoot again. They did not leave until they ran out of ammunition. The bustling streets in Nanjing were already in a mess. A large number of military police came to the streets in cars and began to maintain order and collect the corpses, watching them.
You should be used to the familiar look.
"Shall we go shopping?" Looking at the messy streets, the fat man asked, pulling the old smoker's sleeve.
After all the Japanese bombing, Lao Yanqian still wanted to go shopping. He felt aggrieved and said with a sullen face: "Let's go back."