The frontline medical station was set up in a relatively spacious ancestral hall in the village. Several pine oil lamps were hung on the moldy walls. The light was very dim, and the mixture of potions and the smell of blood made the air very turbid.
Most of the wounded have been evacuated. There are not many wounded soldiers in this frontline medical station, and of course there are even fewer doctors. There are only one military doctor and three nurses busy taking care of them.
The arrival of Yang Ling and others made this small front-line medical station crowded and noisy. The women from the village who took the initiative to help take care of the wounded were all eager to rush around when they saw so many wounded being sent there.
"Sir Yang, we have too few beds to accommodate so many wounded people, and we don't have much medicine." The doctor at the medical station bluntly told Yang Ling the difficulties they were facing.
Yang Ling frowned and asked, "Doctor, are there any other medical stations around?"
The doctor replied: "There is a medical station two miles further."
"Then I will take some of the wounded soldiers over there to resettle them, and I'll leave it to the brothers who stay here."
The doctor said solemnly: "Sir Yang, you shed blood and sacrificed your life for the country. Don't worry, we will do our best to take care of our wounded brothers."
Facing the small and crude medical station, Yang Ling had to ask his brothers to send some of the wounded soldiers to another medical station for resettlement with him.
After working for most of the night, Yang Ling and the others finally managed to arrange all the wounded soldiers properly, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as the wounded soldiers are sent to the medical station, at dawn, a stretcher team will come over and send the wounded soldiers to the field hospital or the rear to recuperate according to the severity of their injuries.
After arranging the injured brothers, Yang Ling dragged his tired body back to the village. Now that the regiment leader Zhang Handuo was injured and sent to the medical station, he, the deputy regiment leader, had to take care of the affairs of the regiment.
"Have the brothers settled down?" Yang Ling saw company commander Qin Shou at the door of the ancestral hall of the medical station and walked up to ask.
Qin Shou said with a grimace: "All the places where we can camp have been occupied, and the brothers are still huddled in the ancestral hall to take shelter from the rain. It seems that we can only stay up for one night."
Yang Ling and his troops not only lacked weapons and ammunition, but also lacked food, medicine and supplies. On such a rainy night, without tents, they could only huddle under the eaves to hide from the rain.
Yang Ling walked into the ancestral hall that was mixed with potion and stench. Under the eaves and in the corridor, exhausted brothers were sitting on the ground in twos and threes holding guns. When they saw Yang Ling approaching, they all stood up and saluted.
Looking at these tired and soaked brothers, Yang Ling felt quite uncomfortable. They worked hard for this country, but sometimes they couldn't even get a full meal.
"Dongming, take a few people to get some firewood and ask the brothers to take off their wet clothes and dry them. If you continue like this, you will definitely get sick."
Continuous battles have seriously reduced the number of troops. Yang Ling does not want his brothers to think that being exposed to the rain will increase the number of sick people. In this era of lack of medical treatment and medicine, avoid it if you can.
"Yes!" Wang Dongming stood up quickly and took his brothers to find firewood.
"Lieutenant, brothers are still hungry, should we go to the village to get some food?" Qin Shou followed Yang Ling step by step and said cautiously.
They had eaten something when they were in Ruichang County, and then they had been fighting until now. Their feet were weak from hunger long ago, and now they are hungry and cold, and they really can't hold on any longer.
After Qin Shou reminded Yang Ling, he also remembered that his brothers were still hungry, so he immediately turned around and told Hu Zi: "Take the money we usually save and give it to Captain Qin, and ask him to go to the village to buy some food."
Yang Ling and the others usually use part of what they capture on the battlefield to exchange for silver dollars on the black market after the war, and then buy medicine and improve the food for their brothers.
At first, the deputy battalion elder Yanqiang was in charge of the money. Later, the old Yanqiang died. Yang Ling took care of the money himself, and it was usually kept in the backpack of the guard Huzi.
"Regiment deputy, we have run out of money a long time ago..." Faced with Yang Ling's order, guard Huzi took out the account book from his arms with a grimace: "All the expenses are above."
Yang Ling took the account book suspiciously, not knowing what to look at, but was shocked when he saw it. He usually just directed the war, but he didn't notice that the money was flowing like water.
Now the brothers are all hungry. They originally wanted to use the money to buy some food in the village to fill their stomachs, but now that they have no money, Yang Ling is immediately in trouble.
"Lieutenant, there is someone looking for you outside." Just when Yang Ling was in trouble, a brother hurried over from outside and reported.
Yang Ling's face was full of doubts. He didn't know anyone here. Wanting to see what was going on, he followed the guards outside the ancestral hall.
In the pouring rain, more than a hundred villagers wearing raincoats and bamboo hats were waiting outside. When they saw Yang Ling coming out, they came over one after another.
Seeing so many villagers gathered, Yang Ling felt a little nervous. He was busy arranging the wounded just now. Could it be that his brothers had committed something and they came here to find them.
But at this moment, he had to bite the bullet and stand up: "Fellows, I wonder what you want from me?"
An elderly man wearing a bamboo hat walked out tremblingly on crutches and said: "Sir, I heard that you just withdrew from Ruichang County?"
Yang Ling nodded and said: "We just got here and disturbed you all late at night. I would like to apologize on behalf of the brothers."
"Sir, you're welcome. You are doing a good job in fighting the Japanese. How can I not disturb you?" the elder waved his hand.
Seeing the elder's polite appearance, Yang Ling, who was also a monk of two feet, was confused and cautiously asked: "I wonder why you came here late at night?"
The elder raised his hands to Yang Ling and said, "Sir, I just heard that the bosses have no place to live and are still huddled under the eaves of the ancestral hall. It's raining and windy. It's really hard on the bosses."
"The bosses abandoned their families and went to the battlefield to fight the Japanese. Now that they have come to our village, they are guests. As the owner of this place, letting the bosses who fight the Japanese sleep under the roof is not the way to treat guests. Please move on, bosses.
Let's stay in each house and show our kindness as landlords."
The elder spoke impassionedly, and the more than a hundred villagers who followed him all agreed.
"Sir, you haven't eaten yet. We have already prepared the food. You can go over and eat."
"Sir, the beds at our house have been vacated. If you don't mind, you can come and stay overnight."
"Sir, please don't refuse."
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Looking at these villagers who came in the rain, Yang Ling suddenly felt a warm current in his heart. Hearing that the troops were in trouble, they got up late at night to boil water for cooking. This friendship cannot be forgotten.
"Sir, let's go, the food is almost cold." Seeing Yang Ling standing there without speaking, the villagers urged.
"I, Yang Ling, am here to thank you all on behalf of the brothers." Yang Ling raised his hand and saluted the villagers with a military salute.