At the Laiyuan City Garrison Regiment Headquarters, political commissar Wang Hong is considering how to resume production in the base area after the anti-mopping up.
The operator suddenly rushed in.
No... To be more precise, I should have barged in. I didn't knock on the door or shout a report, I just opened the door and rushed in.
"Political Commissar, something happened to the leader!"
The operator was so nervous that he had difficulty speaking.
Wang Hong didn't even look at the operator, he shook his head and retorted: "This is impossible."
"More than an hour ago, we obviously received a telegram from the regimental commander. The troops successfully killed the Japanese Watanabe Regiment, won the counter-mopping up, and are on their way back to the base area."
"The Japanese have retreated, what can happen?"
The telegraph operator quickly handed the telegram to the political commissar and said with certainty: "Political commissar, this is a telegram signed by the chief of staff himself. It must be correct."
"On the way back, the troops were bombed by Japanese planes and sneak attacked by a small group of troops. The regiment leader was seriously injured and was in critical condition. He urgently needed surgery."
"The commando team and the reconnaissance company rushed back with the regiment leader. The chief of staff asked us to prepare doctors and medicines and perform surgery when the regiment leader returns to prevent accidents."
"What?"
Wang Hong also panicked and grabbed the telegram handed over by the operator.
After watching half of the whole person, he felt bad and cursed loudly: "What does Sun Jiawu do? There are commandos and reconnaissance companies. There are so many people that even the commander can't protect him. If something happens to the commander, I'm sure
Shoot him!"
The operator hesitated and replied: "Political commissar and commander of the guard battalion Sun Jiawu has died. There is a report behind the telegram that he was hit by a shell while protecting the regiment leader's transfer, and it was a heavy mortar shell. He died on the spot."
"What?"
Wang Hong's face became even worse and he quickly continued reading.
Just now I saw that the group leader was seriously injured and I was filled with anger, so I didn't continue reading.
After reading it, I realized that things were far worse than I imagined. In addition to the serious injury of the regiment leader and the sacrifice of the guard battalion commander, nearly 500 soldiers died and more than 100 people were seriously injured.
This is equivalent to the fact that after the regiment commander defeated the Watanabe Regiment, the remaining troops were reduced by nearly half. Even the regiment commander himself was uncertain about his life or death.
Wang Hong couldn't sit still anymore, stood up from his seat, and then started to give orders.
"Guard Company, from now on, the regiment headquarters will be on heightened alert. You can only enter but not exit."
"Order the Security Department to close the net immediately and catch all the spies who have been exposed recently in the base area, especially the Japanese and puppet agents around the regiment headquarters."
"Order the hospital to prepare the best medicines and have all doctors on standby!"
"No, I will handle this matter myself. I must give the leader the best medicine."
"Also, immediately issue a silence order to all radio operators. Without my order, no one can leak the news that the regiment leader was injured, otherwise military law will be imposed."
At one o'clock in the morning, the commando team and the reconnaissance company entered Laiyuan City with Li Hao, who was covered in blood.
Wang Hong and all the doctors in the hospital were guarding the door, ready to perform the surgery as soon as they arrived.
Seeing Li Hao lying on the stretcher, Wang Hong almost didn't recognize him.
The military uniform was blackened by artillery fire and was torn into tatters.
The thighs, shoulders, and head are all covered with bandages, and the blood that keeps seeping out has dyed the bandages red?
Lips that should normally be red have turned pale at this time.
Wang Hong has been on the battlefield for so many years. Even if he doesn't know medical skills, he knows that this is a symptom of excessive blood loss.
Looking at the doctor with the best medical skills around him, his brows visibly wrinkled when he saw Li Hao.
"Political commissar, we failed to protect the regiment leader, please punish us!" Xiao Yuan saw Wang Hong's sullen face and said nothing, and immediately apologized with a sad face.
"We'll talk about your business later!" Wang Hong replied seriously.
"Doctor Wang, save the person immediately. We must save the team leader at all costs."
"If you need anything, just tell me. If we don't have it, we'll go to our superiors. If our superiors don't go to the Jinsui Army, if the Jinsui Army doesn't have it, we'll go grab it from the Japanese."
The wait was long, and it wasn't until six o'clock in the morning that the door to the operating room was pushed open.
Several doctors were very tired, their faces were solemn, and there was a hint of worry between their brows.
Wang Hong's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition flashed through him.
He stared at Dr. Wang and asked: "How is the leader? Was the operation successful?"
"The operation was successful!" Dr. Wang affirmed, and then showed an expression that was hesitant to speak.
Wang Hong was anxious: "Then why do you look like this? Shouldn't you be happy that the operation is successful? Why don't you have a smile on your face?"
Dr. Wang replied bravely: "Political Commissar, the situation is like this."
"We have removed the shrapnel on the leader's shoulder and thigh. The sutures are very good and the bleeding has stopped. Next, as long as we do anti-inflammation, the wounds will be back to normal in up to three months."
"But we didn't dare to touch the shrapnel on the head!"
"The wound is too close to the nerves in the brain. Once it is touched during the operation, the leader may never wake up."
"Wait a minute!" Wang Hong suddenly interrupted.
"What you just meant was that you didn't dare to touch the shrapnel. It doesn't mean that you can't perform this operation. If you insist on continuing with this operation, you have a certain degree of confidence that the nerve will not be touched."
Dr. Wang hesitated for a long time and replied: "Only 10%."
"If Dr. Zhou from the military region were to perform this operation, he might be 40% sure. He is the doctor with the best medical skills in our military region."
"No, the possibility of success is too low. We can't risk the leader's life!" Xiao Yuan interrupted, very anxious.
Wang Hong also showed an expression of approval.
Then he looked at Dr. Wang and asked with the last glimmer of hope: "Is there any other way?"
"The chance of 30% is too low. You have to be at least 70% sure before you can do this surgery."
Dr. Wang flashed a moment of embarrassment, and then replied: "Our medical conditions are too poor. If there is a regular operating room, Dr. Zhou of the Military Region will definitely be 70% sure."
Xiao Yuan's face lit up with hope, and he immediately asked: "Where is there an operating room with good conditions? Let's take the team leader to do the surgery there!"
"It's really impossible to snatch back all the equipment in the operating room."
"Taiyuan City, the hospital there has always been the best in Shanxi!" Dr. Wang answered without thinking.
"There must be one in Chongqing, and the conditions are better than those in Taiyuan. There are more doctors and experts there. If it could be sent there, the operation would be 80% certain, or even higher."
Wang Hong frowned and analyzed: "We definitely can't go to Taiyuan."
"There are too many little devils there, and they are heavily guarded. Our garrison is a serious threat to them. Once exposed, we won't be able to escape even if we want to. We definitely can't go!"
"I don't want the regiment leader to fall into the hands of the Japanese again after his surgery in Taiyuan and surrender himself to the trap."
