"Brother, this wounded man can't be saved. Just let him go quietly."
"No, please, doctor! You must save him! Wuwu..."
The soldier cried and held Cui Xiaolu's hand tightly and wouldn't let go.
Cui Xiaolu knew that this soldier was worried about the safety of his company commander, and subconsciously wanted to fight for the slightest chance of luck. There was nothing frivolous about it.
But as a girl, she felt a little embarrassed when her hand was tightly held by such a young man. She tried several times and couldn't break free. Instead, her hand bowl felt as if it was clamped by a pair of iron pliers. She couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.
She exhaled tenderly.
"Ouch...you hurt me!"
"What the hell do you want to do? I've turned against you."
Seeing the entanglement of the soldier, a second lieutenant officer wearing an inspection armband who was serving as a guard at the hospital ran over, cursed and knocked the sergeant to the ground with a slap in the face.
Damn it, Dr. Cui is a fairy-like figure, but you, a bitch, have the audacity to hold someone's hand to see if I don't beat you to death.
Zhao Changshu clearly understood the role of field hospitals on the battlefield.
In the current Republic of China, there are very few field hospitals with complete facilities, sufficient professional medical staff, and directly established near the battlefield. And even if there are a few unsatisfactory first aid stations, they are at least equipped to the Central Army.
Don't even think about it at the corps level, division level, and brigade level.
As for the mercenary regiment's field hospital, there are more than a dozen Chinese and foreign doctors headed by Feng Tianpei who have rich experience and superb medical skills in battlefield rescue. They also have a large number of battlefield first-aid equipment imported by Zhou Wen from abroad.
More importantly, all kinds of medicines for wound rescue are available, and even anesthetics such as morphine are fully stocked.
Field hospitals not only allow injured soldiers to receive timely treatment, greatly reducing the mortality rate of the wounded, but also greatly improve the morale and psychological security of the troops.
At least let the soldiers know that they can be treated quickly if they are injured. Unlike the previous civil wars, after being injured, it was basically a matter of taking some herbs to see if their life was strong or not. Many wounded died slowly in painful suffering.
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Therefore, Zhao Changshu specially assigned a platoon from the guard camp to serve as guards for the field hospital. The main purpose was to prevent soldiers from causing trouble and at the same time maintain the order and safety of the hospital.
The soldiers in these guard platoons are all young men in their twenties. In the military camp where there are usually big men, if you see a sow with double eyelids, how can you see these beautiful and delicate people in the field hospital with such kind attitudes?
angel in white.
After knowing that several of these nurses were the stars of Taiyuan's beautiful hospital, these soldiers were even more fascinated.
For these soldiers, the best scenery while standing guard is the beautiful figures walking in and out of the hospital tent, especially Dr. Cui. Not only is he beautiful, but his clear voice is like a bird singing.
Nice to hear.
Some sentries would occasionally see Dr. Cui resting in the woods after being tired from work. They would take off their masks and take a breath of fresh air. These sentries would blush and secretly take a look at her beautiful face, but they did not dare to let the little doctor take a breath of fresh air.
When Dr. Cui saw it, he could brag about it in front of his companions for several days after returning home.
Now this dirty bastard dared to grab Dr. Cui's beautiful hand. All these guards were indignant at Tian Yun. If they were not on guard duty, they all wanted to go up and give this bitch a good beating.
But Dr. Cui stretched out his hand to stop the second lieutenant officer who was about to take action, and said crisply: "Don't hit him, he is also worried about his comrades."
Having said this, Cui Xiaolu took out a white towel from the pocket of her white coat, gently wiped the dirt on the wounded man's face, and then said softly: "They were all injured by fighting the little devils, and they are all injured by our Chinese."
A good man."
Speaking of this, Cui Xiaolu thought of something, and then said: "What is this big brother's name?"
The sergeant quickly got up and said: "He is our company commander, his name is Li Baotian. He was injured by a Japanese grenade."
Cui Xiaolu looked at the wounded man who still looked in pain and closed his eyes and said softly: "Brother Baotian, I'm sorry, your injury is too serious. I... let me sing a song for you."
Cui Xiaolu looked at the thirty-year-old man on the stretcher and sang softly...
"A big river has wide waves
The wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides of the bank
My family lives on the shore
I'm used to hearing the boatman's slogans
I’m used to seeing white sails on ships…”
The clear singing echoed in the woods, like a trickling stream.
The entire hospital was quiet, except for the humming sound of the engine that seemed to accompany her.
The wounded soldiers with crutches, stretcher bearers and soldiers slowly gathered around, listening to the moving song and yearning for the beautiful scenery in the lyrics.
Feng Tianpei, who was undergoing surgery in the tent, discovered that the wounded man who had been groaning in pain just now gradually stopped moaning, as if he was also listening to the faint singing coming from the ventilation window.
When Cui Xiaolu sang "When friends come, there will be good wine, and when the jackal comes, he will be greeted by shotguns," all the soldiers clenched their weapons, with indignation on their faces.
Yes, now there are little devils, beasts more ferocious than wealth wolves, invading our country and occupying our homes.
The sergeant saw that the pain was no longer on his company commander's face, but instead had an expression of peace and contentment, with a hint of a smile on his lips.
But he knew that the company commander had already left, leaving in the beautiful singing...
The sergeant did not dare to cry loudly for fear of profaning the tranquility and beautiful singing in front of him.
He just blocked his mouth with his fist, but tears couldn't stop flowing down his entire face.
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After the singing stopped, the woods were still quiet. Everyone was silent, pondering, and longing. However, the light flashing like lightning in the distance and the faint sound of cannons reminded them that the Wealth Wolf was right in front of them.
, the war is not over yet.
At this time, the continuous artillery fire in the distance and the beautiful singing formed a strong contrast. An emotion spread in everyone's chest, and finally turned into a ball of fire, burning in the young hearts of these soldiers.
The second lieutenant platoon leader's eyes were filled with light. He suddenly stretched out his arms and shouted: "Kill the little devil! Kill the little devil!"
Everyone's dull mood seemed to be ignited all of a sudden. Everyone raised their arms and shouted: "Kill the little Japanese! Kill the little Japanese!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"...
Even Cui Xiaolu shouted with tears in her eyes.
Suddenly, cheers came from the distance, and the sounds came from the top of the mountain like a sea wave.
"Victory...Victory...The little devils have been wiped out."
A messenger came running from the darkness, shouting loudly as he ran...