Chapter five hundred and ninety-ninth happiness in the smoke
As soon as Zhang Hongying went out, she saw Yang Ling standing there waiting in straight uniform. Yang Ling was looking at her with a faint smile.
Seeing that Yang Ling came back intact, Zhang Hongying finally felt relieved and felt happy. However, when she thought that Yang Ling had come to see her after so long, her face was full of resentment.
"Sister-in-law, where is the group seat?"
Seeing Zhang Hongying standing there, staring blankly at Yang Ling but not passing by, biting her lips and not speaking, Huzi reminded him naively.
Yang Ling saw Huzi standing there and ordered: "Huzi, take your things to see the blacksmith and the others first, and I will go there later."
Blacksmith and the others were injured during the battle in Minshan and were sent to the hospital. Yang Ling came here not only to see Zhang Hongying, but also to see how his old brother was recovering.
After all, most of the current troops are new recruits and their combat effectiveness is not strong. Veterans with rich combat experience are urgently needed to go back to supplement the grassroots officers.
"Tuanzuo, but if I leave, who will protect your safety?" Huzi said in embarrassment.
Yang Ling smiled bitterly when he saw the naive Huzi. He pointed at the busy doctors and the wounded soldiers basking in the sun and said: "We are all our own people here and there are no enemies. You protect the safety of that door and hurry up and bring your things."
Go see the blacksmith and the others, this is an order."
"Platoon leader, listen to the leader and let's go."
Seeing that Huzi had not yet reacted, the brothers carrying food and medicine hurriedly pulled Huzi away.
"Tuan Zuo, I'm leaving then. I'll be over there and won't go far." Huzi was still worried about Yang Ling's safety, so he turned around and said.
Seeing Huzi and the others leaving with their things, Zhang Hongying suppressed her inner excitement and walked towards Yang Ling amidst the surprised eyes of many people around her.
"I didn't expect them to care so much about your safety."
Zhang Hongying was also happy for Yang Ling. Only a commander who truly wins the support of his officers and soldiers would be like this.
Yang Ling chuckled: "I came here from the same trench, but we have been friends for a long time."
"Just be proud of yourself..." Zhang Hongying gave Yang Ling a cute look, but when Yang Ling came to see her, her heart was as sweet as drinking honey and full of love.
Although the two have established a romantic relationship, Yang Ling has to lead troops to fight, while Zhang Hongying has to save lives and heal the wounded in the hospital, so they have few opportunities to meet.
We miss each other all the time, and there are thousands of words to say, but now that I see my lover standing in front of me, all the words are irrelevant.
Just as the two of them were looking at each other affectionately, there were whispers and chuckles from around them.
The wounded soldiers basking in the sun all speculated on Yang Ling's identity. Such good luck actually won the favor of the beautiful doctor Zhang Hongying.
When those female medical soldiers saw Zhang Hongying, who usually had a serious face, standing in front of Yang Ling with her face flushed like a little girl, she even spoke so softly, with envy on her face.
Zhang Hongying also felt something strange around her, her pretty face turned even redder, and she felt very embarrassed. She took Yang Ling's hand and ran straight to her tent as if running away.
Zhang Hongying is now considered a serious military doctor. Because she is doing battlefield rescue work, in order to take care of the rest of the doctors, they always have separate tents.
Yang Ling was held by Zhang Hongying's hand all the way to Zhang Hongying's tent.
The furnishings in the tent were simple. Apart from a camp bed for resting, there were only some medical books on the bedside and a blood-stained white coat scratched in a basin. There was not even a bench.
"Are you thirsty? I'll get you some water." Zhang Hongying asked Yang Ling to sit down on the simple camp bed, and was busy greeting Yang Ling to get some water.
Yang Ling pulled Zhang Hongying to sit down, looked at her haggard face and said distressedly: "I'm not thirsty, please sit down and rest first."
Zhang Hongying's face turned red when Yang Ling looked at him so affectionately. She punched him and buried her head in Yang Ling's arms in embarrassment.
Feeling Yang Ling's broad chest, she felt an unprecedented sense of security. Every time he fought on the front line, he would worry about Yang Ling. Thinking of the countless frightened nights, he couldn't help but sob softly.
And Yang Ling also held her in his arms, letting Zhang Hongying cry to vent her anger. Although they were lovers, they couldn't stay together, leaving Zhang Hongying to bear everything alone. He felt very guilty.
He is a soldier and is destined to belong to the battlefield. He also knows that this is unfair to Zhang Hongying, but in such a war era, this is something that cannot be done.
Zhang Hongying's eyes were red from crying. She wiped away her tears, then raised her head, looked at Yang Ling's dark face full of wounds, and felt heartbroken.
Zhang Hongying asked carefully: "Does it still hurt?"
Yang Ling shook his head: "It's just a scratch on the skin, it doesn't hurt."
Compared to those brothers who lost their arms and legs after being blown up by Japanese cannon fodder on the battlefield, he, the regiment leader, was located in a safe command post most of the time. Although he would be injured on the battlefield, most of them were from explosions.
scratch, abrasion.
"You have lost weight. Did you eat poorly on the battlefield?" Zhang Hongying asked with concern as she watched Yang Ling become darker and thinner.
Yang Ling smiled and replied: "I am the leader of the group, how can I not eat well?"
Yang Ling said as he picked up the canvas bag he was carrying, opened it, took out the canned meat, waved it in front of Zhang Hongying's eyes and said, "We can still eat canned meat from the Japanese from time to time, so I brought some for you this time."
Looking at the canned meat marked in Japanese, Zhang Hongying suddenly became excited like a child who got a novel toy.
"The last time the officer came to the hospital to express condolences, he also brought some canned food, but I only got half of it. It was delicious." Zhang Hongying said excitedly.
Seeing Zhang Hongying's excited look, Yang Ling felt a sore nose. The battlefield conditions were difficult. Although the medical staff were treated better, they were not much better. Seeing Zhang Hongying suffer, he felt uncomfortable.
Yang Ling stroked her hair and said, "As long as you want to eat it, I will send you some after I seize the cans."
Zhang Hongying shook her head repeatedly. She also knew that the troops fought hard on the front line and seizures were not common. She did not want Yang Ling to take the risk to seize cans for her.
Zhang Hongying carefully picked up the can that Yang Ling gave her and placed it on the bedside. Then she pointed at the canvas bag and said, "I can't eat much by myself. These will be given to the wounded later."
Seeing that Zhang Hongying was still thinking about others at this moment, Yang Ling also smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Keep it for yourself. The wounded have been sent over. I also brought a lot of medicines, but most of them have been handed over to the brigade headquarters.
They should also send it over when the time comes."
Hearing what Yang Ling said, Zhang Hongying thought of her little sisters who had been talking about her and agreed to keep the rest.