Lao Cigarette and Fatty Tian San's visit to Nanjing ended unhappily due to the interference and bombing by Japanese planes. They returned to the Wounded Soldiers Hospital glumly, always feeling uncomfortable in their hearts.
Whether he is sleeping or eating, Lao Yanqiang's mind always flashes to the smoke and dust caused by the collapse of those magnificent buildings, as well as those brothers who died on the battlefield with blood on their faces. These scenes come back and forth like a demonic barrier.
Not going.
Thinking of the arrogance of the Japanese bombing Nanjing unscrupulously, Lao Yanqiang felt an unknown fire in his heart. You came to beat me when I was in Shanghai, but you came to bomb me when I arrived in Nanjing. Isn't this bullying?
Lao Yanqiang quietly started the restorative training. Every morning he ran around the woods of the Wounded Soldiers Hospital and was sweating profusely. Lao Yanqiang's unusual behavior made Fatty Tian San puzzled. He was not enjoying this good blessing.
Why do you have to suffer that fate?
Days are still days, passing day by day, but since the Japanese planes bombed Nanjing that day, everything has been different.
Lao Yanqiang trained himself even harder, and the consolation group provided him with delicious food and drinks. His originally thin and rickety body gradually became more muscular, and he walked with a mighty look, but the look on his face
The smile was even less. Fatty Tian San knew that Lao Yanqiang was hiding something in his heart. He asked, but Lao Yanqiang didn't tell him and just asked him to follow the training.
In addition to restorative training, Lao Yanqiang would listen to the young students reading newspapers to the wounded soldiers every afternoon. Most of the contents of the newspapers were about the battle conditions on the front line.
Lao Yanqiang smelled something unusual from these newspapers, that is, a few days ago, a certain unit attacked the Japanese at night and regained their positions, but in recent days, the defense line was in emergency, and all members of a certain unit died heroically for the country.
, later turned into a major retreat, but reports are still optimistic, calling it a strategic retreat. As long as we are united, we will fight back!
The old smoker is not stupid, but very shrewd. He has been working in the grassroots of the army for more than ten years. He has long been tired of hearing the deceitful words of those on the top. It is bullshit that he will fight back in the future.
, if he could hold it, he would have to withdraw, so he guessed that the front line was very dangerous.
Lao Yanqiang asked someone to inquire about the situation of his old army. He only heard that they were going to Songjiang to deploy defenses, and then there was no news. As time went by, the originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly became tense.
First, the frequency of air defense sirens began to increase. It used to be once every few days, but now it has become several times a day. The Japanese planes are like crows circling in the airspace near Nanjing, bombing important facilities and positions.
The security of the wounded soldiers hospital where Lao Yanqiang and the others were staying has also been increased a lot. Originally, the two anti-aircraft machine guns were covered by rainproof cloth. These days, the rainproof cloth has also been taken down, and they are ready for battle at any time.
But what was supposed to come came anyway. At noon one day, several Japanese planes discovered the hospital for wounded soldiers hidden in the woods and flew straight over. Two anti-aircraft machine guns in the bunker outside the hospital were firing, covering the hospital.
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Although the two anti-aircraft machine guns resisted bravely, they were ultimately too weak and were blown to pieces by Japanese planes. The hospital for wounded soldiers in the woods also became a mess, with more than a hundred people dead.
The superior officer felt that it was no longer safe for the Wounded Soldiers Hospital to be set up in the woods and asked to move it to another more secluded place. Lao Ciangqiang and the others followed suit. Lao Ciangqiang's mood became more solemn day by day during the busy days.
Lao Yanqiang and the injured soldiers didn't know whether they had been forgotten or had other arrangements. No one ever came to notify them to return to the army. They could only work in the hospital and read newspapers every day, seeing the battle situation on the front line day by day.
The situation has deteriorated, the laughter and laughter have diminished, and a layer of gloom has enveloped everyone's hearts.
"Get up and help! Get up and help!" One night, Smoker was sleeping in a daze when someone broke into their tent and shouted at them loudly.
Fatty Tian San was cursing and unwilling to get up: "What are you doing? This is preventing people from sleeping."
"Get up quickly and help move the wounded!"
Lao Yanqiang and others walked out of the tent in disheveled clothes, and saw the entrance of the wounded soldiers' hospital was bright in the dark. I don't know when a pair of cars drove over, and the dazzling light was the car lights.
"Stop being stunned, come here and carry the wounded!" The doctors in white coats shouted to Lao Yanqiang and the others.
Lao Yanqiang and the others followed a doctor to the back of a car. As the curtain opened, a large smell of blood hit their faces, making Ning people sick.
Wounded soldiers, a car full of wounded soldiers were piled up in the narrow car like cargo at the moment. The smell was filled with blood and the wounded soldiers were wailing and screaming in pain. Many of them were dying. The scene was so horrific that it made Lao Yanqiang feel like his scalp was numb.
numb.
Everyone began to unload the truck in a hurry, not caring about the dark red blood all over their bodies. They didn't have time to tell whether the wounded soldiers were serious or not. Maybe the journey was bumpy, and those people who were covered in blood and flesh were already dead when they were taken out of the truck.
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The doctors were all cruel and frightening at this moment. They waved their hands mercilessly to the wounded soldiers who were seriously injured and howling in agony: "I'm afraid these can't be saved. We should carry them aside and save those who can be saved first."
Lao Yanqiang watched the seriously injured and bleeding soldiers being carried to the open space aside, wailing and groaning. When they got up in the morning, they had all died. The soldiers of the guard company were digging a big hole nearby to prepare for burial.
Lao Yanqiang looked at the seriously injured patients who were covered in blood and died with missing arms and legs. He cursed those doctors in his heart for being cold-blooded beasts. But when he saw the haggard faces, they looked like they were fished out of bloody water.
As the doctors watched, the curses in my heart became weaker.
For several days in a row, a large number of wounded soldiers were sent to the low-injury hospital every day. Tens of thousands of them were lightly or seriously injured. Old smokers and they had a new task, which was to help unload the wounded soldiers and help dig holes to bury the dead.
The original hospital for wounded soldiers was already overcrowded, and the doctors were so busy that several doctors' eyes were red from the exhaustion. They fainted and fell to the ground while rescuing the wounded soldiers, and never woke up.
Not many of the wounded soldiers survived. Most of them were carried in with bruises and blood, and then carried out with stiff limbs. The number of wounded soldiers suddenly increased, the hospital for wounded soldiers was overloaded, and the battle on the front line was difficult. Lao Yanqiang asked
The wounded soldiers who were still gasping for air learned that they were sent down from the front line of Changzhou and Jiangyin. The Japanese were storming this line of defense, and it was very difficult to fight in the front.
The good life of Lao Ciangqiang and the others did not last long. During lunch one day, a lean and cold-looking officer arrived at the wounded soldiers' hospital and asked all the recovered wounded soldiers to gather together.
More than three hundred injured soldiers gathered in the open space of the hospital. The lean officer said nothing and waved with his big hand: "Everyone get in the car!"
"Sir, where are we going?" someone asked the lean and cold-faced officer before getting into the car.
"Why do you talk so much nonsense? You'll know when you get to the end of the field."
In this way, Lao Yanqiang and the others arrived at a camp overgrown with grass amidst the bumps of the car. The car left them behind and left without looking back. They all looked at each other in confusion. Why did they come to the wilderness?
Soon another car arrived, taking many young people with them. They went back and forth several times, totaling more than 2,000 people.
"Everyone line up and come here to get the ammunition!" It was the lean and cold-faced officer who spoke.