In the house with half the wall collapsed, a pile of firewood was crackling and burning to dispel the chill of early autumn, and the orange flames were jumping happily like dancing elves.
The five tired and sleepy remnants curled up in the corner and slept soundly. Their continuous running day and night had brought their spirits and bodies to the edge of collapse. Coupled with the brutal hand-to-hand fight with the Japanese a few hours ago, they were really exhausted.
I can't hold it any longer.
As their temporary commander, Yang Ling naturally knew that these remnants had reached their limit and became exhausted, so after leaving the battlefield, he immediately found a hiding place and ordered to rest for a few hours before continuing the march.
Hei Wazi, who was only sixteen years old, was almost killed by the Japanese during a hand-to-hand fight with the Japanese. Fortunately, Yang Ling came to the rescue in time and survived.
At this moment, he was huddled in the corner, his eyes closed tightly and murmuring. His face was full of fear, and his hands were shaking from time to time. Yang Ling guessed that he must have had a nightmare, and then sighed.
I am still in school at Heiwazi's age, but in this era of broken mountains and rivers, everyone is running to fight and save the nation. Even such a young child has already held a gun and become a frontline soldier, bearing the burden of his
Age should not be a burden.
Hei Wazi and this is just a small microcosm of the huge China. A soft place in Yang Ling's heart was touched, and he realized more deeply what kind of sacrifices and prices the Chinese people have paid in order to protect their homeland and country.
The next generation will make the bets.
The firewood was peeling and burning. Yang Ling removed the cloth strips that bound the wound, revealing a wound with flesh and blood. The Japanese bayonet was so sharp that if Yang Ling hadn't ducked sideways in time, it might have pierced his own chest.
He picked up the red-hot firewood, gritted his teeth and burned it towards his wound. The hot firewood made a sizzling sound when it came into contact with the wound, and green smoke curled up. The severe pain made Yang Ling almost faint, and he sweated profusely.
Beads dripped from his forehead.
He smelled the aroma of barbecue, and the wound several millimeters deep was burned black by the hot wood and turned into dead flesh. Yang Ling endured the excruciating pain and burned the entire flesh around the wound to death.
Huh... Yang Ling gasped for breath. Although this was not the first time he had done this, but if you don't feel it, you don't know how painful it is.
Lao Yanqiang had already woken up when he heard Yang Ling's groan. He stared blankly at Yang Ling burning the wound with hot firewood. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Damn, this kid was not only cruel to him, but also cruel to himself.
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Thinking of the hot firewood scalding his own flesh and blood, Lao Yanqiang couldn't help but shudder. Damn, that hurts so much. He is unwilling to do such a thing in his life. Isn't that asking for abuse?
The reason why Yang Ling did this is of course not to seek abuse. He has no tendency to abuse himself. His wound is too deep. In this era of lack of medical treatment and medicine, if it is not treated well, it will become infected. It is a trivial matter to lose the entire arm. For this reason
It's not worth losing your life.
The high temperature of scalding firewood can not only sterilize but also stop bleeding. He scalds the flesh and blood around the wound into dead flesh, thus avoiding the risk of infection. It may seem painful for a while, but as long as new flesh grows after the scar is formed, it also avoids the risk of infection.
The root cause of the disease is that this is a last resort due to current conditions.
"woke up?"
Yang Ling's voice brought Lao Yanqiang back to reality. Lao Yanqiang nodded awkwardly, stood up and sat down on the bricks next to the fire. Looking at Yang Ling's angular face, he shook his head. He was getting more and more.
I can't see through this young man anymore.
"Brother Xiao Yang, you go and take a nap, I'll watch." The old smoker habitually took off the dry pipe from his waist, took out the dry pipe, rolled it and stuffed it into the round head.
When Lao Yanqiang said this, Yang Ling suddenly felt tired. He wanted to refuse but swallowed the words on his lips. He nodded and said, "Call me at dawn." After saying that, he leaned against the wall and fell asleep.
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Yang Ling was too tired. He had been very nervous since he woke up from the time travel. Facing the large number of fierce Japs gathered in the surrounding area, he did not dare to be careless at all, so that he would sleep with half his eyes open, in a
He would never stay there for more than two hours. As a result, he was extremely exhausted. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have collapsed long ago.
Yang Ling had an exceptionally sweet sleep. He dreamed of his relatives in another world and his dear comrades. The familiar feeling made him feel very warm.
When he woke up again, it was already dark, and the old smoker was still smoking his cigarette, which was filled with smoke.
"Smoking too much can harm your body, so smoke less."
Yang Ling dug into the extinguished fire, revealing the red-hot carbon stone inside, as a kind reminder to the old smoker.
Yang Ling usually looks cold and cold, which makes Lao Yanqiang puzzled. Suddenly such words came out, Lao Yanqiang was slightly stunned, and then a warm current surged through his heart, which was even warmer than this fiery red carbon stone.
The old smoker knocked the dry pipe, shaking out the burning ashes, and looked a little sad, "Having said that, there were some brothers who chatted with me before, but now I only have this thought..."
Yang Ling looked at the 40-year-old old smoker who was as stooped as a 60-year-old man. He shook his head mockingly. In this era when life is at risk, just smoke and leave a thought.
Yang Ling stopped talking and buried his head and began to wrap his leggings. This was a technical job, it couldn't be too tight or too loose, but for Yang Ling, this was not a difficult task.
"Brother Xiao Yang, do you think we can defeat the Japanese?" Lao Yanqiang couldn't bear his temper and spoke again to break the silence.
Yang Ling paused, raised his head and looked at the white sky in the distance, and said firmly: "Yes, we will definitely defeat the Japanese."
"But the Japs are so powerful, and the Central Army has all the weapons masters in Germany. They can't withstand the Japs' attack. What do you think of our broken guns..." Lao Yanqiang's tone was full of pessimism.
Morale is a mysterious and mysterious thing. Once it is strong, it will weaken again and again. Sometimes it even determines the outcome of the war.
For the current Chinese army, there is an urgent need for a huge victory to boost morale. However, as far as Yang Ling knows, from Songhu to Nanjing, every battlefield in the early stage of the Anti-Japanese War suffered disastrous defeats, so that the Japanese army became invincible.
The argument that if this goes on, the country will perish.
This is not the gap in weapons and equipment or national strength, but the successive defeats of the army, which has caused pessimism and disappointment among the military and civilians throughout China. This cannot be reversed by simply one or two victories. Yang Ling cannot answer the old smoker, because he knows
The collapse will continue in the future, and this sentiment will spread to a wider range.
"Believe me, we will definitely win." Yang Ling's words were full of determination and confidence, which infected the pessimistic old smoker.
Thinking of Yang Ling single-handedly defeating a Japanese squad, and then leading them to annihilate a Japanese squad a few hours ago, Lao Yanqian felt an inexplicable feeling of hope rising in his chest. Following Yang Ling, as long as they kept fighting, they would continue to fight.
If you kill the Japanese, you will eventually kill them all.
Thinking of this, the old smoker's wrinkled face relaxed, "I believe in you, we will definitely win."