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More than half a month has passed since the public statement of "avoiding conflict", and Xie and Huang Yanzhi have still not left the northeast with the remnants of their troops.

It's not that they don't want to leave, it's that the Japanese army moved too fast, and the Zhibong border has already been defended.

Is it hard to break? It was not impossible to break in, but they had a lot of wounded soldiers in their ranks, and the clash between the two armies, combined with the speed of the march, was almost equivalent to leaving these people behind.

However, with most of the troops already lost, Xie Yuru didn't want to lose any more soldiers.

Those who accompanied him to Mukden to carry out every order he gave him had a duty to take them with him or to go back as much as he could.

Xie Yuru frowned and took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, and he was choked and coughed a little, but it was this precious tobacco that was already given by a kind-hearted fellow.

Because of the escape, the villagers who were a little capable had already run away, so the night of Jinshahetun was quiet.

Holding a rare cigarette, he stood in the courtyard of a local house and looked at the shadows of the distant mountains, imagining the comfortable life of the family before they fled.

"Overseer!"

Xie Yuru had already heard the sound of footsteps, and saw a familiar cook walking in with a kerosene lamp, raising his hand and handing over the cigarette.

The little cook smoked, but he hadn't touched a cigarette since the little one he had smoked was gone, and when he saw the small half of the cigarette handed over by the Overseer, he was overjoyed, but his mouth was still subconsciously refused.

"It's okay, take it, don't be polite to me." Xie Yuru stretched out his arm again.

The cook soldier was not polite when he saw this, but after rolling the cigarette, he showed that he took a big puff, but this thing was made of tobacco leaves from the villagers, and the strength was much more than the cigarettes in the cigarette factory.

Xie Yuru looked at it and smiled, stood up and patted him on the back, "I'm not used to it until now." He laughed.

The cook took a breath and laughed, and after laughing, he remembered what he was here for, "Overseer, the fellow gave me a chicken, it's already stewed, I'm here to ask if you're eating now?" ”

Xie Yuru shook his head, "You go back and ask them to mix the chicken soup with thin and send it to the medical team to drink to the patients. ”

The cook was surprised, and he said, "Huh? After a pause, he asked, "Won't the Overseers eat?" Sent by a fellow! ”

"They need nutrition more than I do."

Although Xie Yuru also understands that the chicken soup mixed with a lot of water may hardly be nutritious, and what the medical team needs most at the moment is medicine and a sterile environment that can perform surgery, but, how to say? Xie Tang thought, it's better than nothing.

Xie Yuru looked at the back of the cook carrying a kerosene lamp, and remembered when he was still in the Sailor Academy.

At that time, although I had read a lot of books and materials related to war, the word "war" was actually flat.

The number and equipment of the two armies, and the number of casualties after the battle, were nothing more than a set of numbers on thin paper. If you can remember, you will be shocked by the huge numbers, but it will always lack realism.

"What do you think?" Huang Yanzhi came out of the room behind Xie Yuru, he had just washed his head and face, and he was still dripping wet.

"I don't think it can be delayed any longer." Xie Yuru saw that he had been wiping the water awkwardly with his arm hanging down, so he simply took the towel himself, "I went to the medical team this afternoon to see it, and the situation is still very bad." ”

Huang Yanzhi was wiped by him and hidden, "Oops! You count ...... My eyes! Eye! ”

When Xie Yuru heard this, his subordinates became lighter, "We can't delay it any longer, the food is almost gone." ”

Huang Yanzhi nodded, "Anyway, I'll go with you, if you say a word, I will never hesitate." ”

There was a momentary pause in the hand wiping his head, and then Xie Yuru asked calmly, "You really don't care about your father?" ”

Huang Yanzhi chuckled, "When Commander Huang cooperated with the Japanese, he should have thought that there would be a day when he would be bitten back. I don't know what else I'll do when I go back, and besides, if nothing else, he won't stay in Tohoku. Soon...... This is the world of the Japanese. ”

Xie Yuru imagined it for a moment when he heard the last few words, and then scolded the people from the southern government in his heart.

The local people in the three eastern provinces all spontaneously organized militias to resist Japan, and the southern government could still keep saying that "peace is the purpose and the conflict between China and Japan should be avoided."

"Then come back with me, tomorrow I will repair a day, and I will start rushing to Xiaoling River in the early morning." The upper reaches of the Xiaoling River are within the scope of Zhili, which is equivalent to a natural channel along with Zhifeng.

Huang Yanzhi asked himself if he was a person who couldn't fight, and he didn't study hard when he was a child, after all, he was also a scholar.

But his father is a very controlling person, whether in the army or at home, he has always said the same. In addition, the requirements for the juniors in the family are extremely strict, and on the one hand, they talk about how everyone must progress and learn, and on the other hand, they criticize the bullshit of those who have worked hard to study.

That's right, that's how Commander Huang commented on Huang Yanzhi.

Later, this "bullshit is not" began to give up on himself, and he simply didn't care about any military strategy or royal technique.

Anyway, he's just his father's puppet, and he has to get permission to do whatever he says, so what else does he learn?

Xie Yuru seemed to know what he was thinking, and slapped him on the back with the towel in his hand, "Don't be lazy when you go with me, when you go back, I'll reintegrate it and give you a division belt." ”

Huang Yanzhi smiled after listening to Xie Yuru's words, "Okay, when the time comes, you will let me be the master!" ”

After saying this, he glanced down at his injured arm, according to the military doctor's meaning, because there was no suitable surgical environment, this hand missed the best time for treatment, and it was likely that it would not return to its normal appearance after going back.

Moreover, all this is still in a good state, if the inflammation does not go away, after really returning to Zhili, maybe you will face the possibility of amputation.

His injuries have been deliberately avoiding Xie Yuru recently, so Xie Yuru has no idea that his fingers have gradually darkened.

But Huang Yanzhi himself knows, even if it is not the whole arm, a few fingers of his are afraid that he will not be able to keep it.

He has been pressing the medical team to prevent them from reporting this matter.

In the current situation, Xie Tang has too many things to take into account, and there is no need to talk about such a small matter as himself.

The time for the opening was quickly ordered, and the next day, during the day, Xie Yuru and Huang Yanzhi went to the same medical team again.

Because it is in the village, it is rare for the medical team not to set up temporary tents, but in a relatively large private house.

Like most of the families in the tunzi, the owner of this house has fled with his family, and although he has taken all the useful things with him before leaving, the sturdy house sheltered from the wind and rain is already a luxury for the medical team.

The captain of the medical team was a young military doctor under the age of 40, who was promoted because the previous captain died in front of the battle to treat the wounded soldiers during their exchange of fire with the Japanese army.

"How's it going today?" Xie Yuru stood outside the courtyard, looking at the people who were busy cleaning the cloth strips in the garden.

"There is no medicine, there is no medicine. The anti-inflammatory drugs used now are all local methods learned from fellow villagers, and the mountains are about to be bald. ”

Xie Yuru saw that there were some grass-green traces on the strips of various colored cloths, and it was estimated that they were dyed when applying medicine.

"We'll leave tomorrow in the early hours of the morning and try to go home as soon as possible."

The medical captain's eyes twitched when he heard the word "go home", "I gave everyone the chicken soup and meat that the Overseers sent yesterday, there is ......" he said at this point and his throat shook, but after all, he had seen too many people living and dying, and then calmed down.

"There are a few good boys who have drunk the chicken soup that the Overseers have ordered them to send before leaving, and they will not be offended."

Xie Tangru's dark eyes showed a little loneliness, and his mouth seemed to be unconscious, repeating "milk is good" back and forth.

On this day and night, Xie Yuru ordered the cooking class to temporarily add a meal to everyone, which was not a good thing, just thin rice porridge with wild vegetables, but everyone still ate happily.

Because everyone understands that after this meal, it means that you can go home.

But obviously, the road back to Zhili is not so easy.

Xie divided the remaining 2,000 people into four teams, hoping that the method of breaking them into pieces would not attract the attention of the Japanese army.

Fortunately, the route he chose was remote enough, not to mention the Japanese army along the way, and there was not even a village.

The water of the Xiaoling River is not deep, and the distance between the two banks is not too far, Xie Yuru stood downstream and looked at the rolling waves, waiting for the reconnaissance team sent out half an hour ago to come back.

Although it seems that there are no Japanese troops stationed here, he still does not dare to take the remaining personnel directly across the water and risk.

Huang Yanzhi sat under an elm tree by the river, focusing on his injured hand, he tried to move his fingers several times, but the fingers seemed to be non-existent, and there was no response.

Xie Yuru found that he kept his head down and looked at his arms, stepping on the river pebbles by the river beach and walking under the trees, "What's wrong?" ”

Huang Yanzhi didn't notice that Xie Yuru was back, and was frightened by the sudden words, and then he took a breath and changed to a relaxed look, "A little sleepy." ”

When he said this, Xie Yuru didn't ask, after all, from his perspective just now, Huang Yanzhi did seem to be closing his eyes and recuperating.

"When I get back to Tianjin, I'll find the best doctor to show you."

Huang Yanzhi nodded silently, but told himself in his heart not to have any unrealistic expectations.

"Overseer! Warlord! ”

Xie Yuru turned his head to look at the comer, only to see a scout in the reconnaissance squad who had been sent out earlier staggering over with the help of someone.