"Han Bin, are you okay?"

Just when Li Bin felt a headache, a concerned voice came from his ears, he opened his eyes hard, and found a delicate face looking at him worriedly.

Seeing the woman in front of him, Li Bin was stunned for a moment, as if he had seen an unforgettable beauty, and the whole person looked at each other stupidly, and his eyes were reluctant to blink.

"Han Bin, are you okay?"

The voice of inquiry sounded again, and Li Bin nodded subconsciously, "It's okay, it's just a little dizzy." ”

"Dizziness? Dr. Chen, my classmate is still a little dizzy, will he 。。。。。 ”

The concerned voice was only halfway through when he was interrupted, "Classmate Chen, your classmate is fine, it's just that he was stunned by the shock wave of the shell explosion, just take a rest." ”

Schoolmate? Shell explosion? Dr. Chan?

Hearing these inexplicable words, Li Bin felt very surprised, could it be that something happened to the high-speed train he was taking?

No way!

The high-speed rail is such a safe means of transportation, how can there be an accident, and I have just been a pilot for a year, and I said that I will compete for the title of golden helmet later, if this happens, can I continue to be a pilot?

You must know that the requirements for pilots are very strict, and I finally passed it at the beginning.

Just when Li Bin was about to see everything in front of him clearly, there was a sharp pain in his head, and he fainted directly on the spot, and when he woke up again, he smiled bitterly when he saw everything strange around him.

What's the situation? The pilot had an accident in training, but he returned it, and there was no accident in training, but he had an accident because he was doing high-speed rail on the way home to visit relatives.

There's no one left.

He crossed, and he traveled to the Songhu battlefield in 1937.

The body he crossed was not called Li Bin, but Han Bin, not an officer of the Central Army, nor an underground party, let alone a bandit and hooligan, but a rich second generation.

is indeed a rich second generation, because his family is a big businessman in Guangzhou, not only operating a number of factories, but also thousands of acres of fertile land. In addition to being a rich second generation, he is also a top student, and he went to the United States to study after graduating from middle school, but he ran back to China before he finished his studies.

Not because of academic failure, but because of the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War.

But such a rich second generation actually appeared on the battlefield in Songhu and became a volunteer of the volunteer team, which was to follow the volunteer team to rescue the wounded.

The Songhu battlefield, the largest meat grinder in China at this time.

In this three-month battle, the two sides put together millions of troops on the battlefield, and many people died every day.

Whether it is the Central Army, which is the descendant of the national government, or the warlords Gui Army, Guangdong Army, and Hunan Army who are on one side, when they are pulled to the battlefield, a division can only have 1,800 people left in two or three days.

This is the Songhu battlefield, most of the elite of the Central Army has been lost, the Gui army has also suffered heavy casualties, and the miscellaneous army has become cannon fodder.

There are many reasons for the failure of this great war, there are problems with subjective command, and the objective is that the strength of the armies of the two countries is not comparable.

In any case, in this war, both the central army and the local miscellaneous armies have played a strong role in China.

"Han Bin, are you better?"

In Li Bin, no, it should be that after Han Bin woke up completely, the girl he woke up to see before appeared in front of him again, still showing concern, but the white coat on his body had a lot of bloodstains, and the whole person was tired.

The girl in front of her is called Liu Yue, a sophomore at the School of Liberal Arts of Tongji University, who is only 19 years old this year. At this time, Tongji University, which was located on the Songhu battlefield, had been relocated, but Liu Yue did not go with her, but stayed with a group of classmates and joined the volunteer team.

At that time, Han Bin, who sneaked back to China, happened to meet the volunteer team of Tongji University, so he added it.

Han Bin didn't hide anything, so everyone knew that he was a patriotic student who came back from abroad to support the Anti-Japanese War.

"It's fine." Han Bin rubbed his head, which was still a little swollen, not wanting to worry the person in front of him.

"Classmate Han, since you are fine, come and help, the front line has sent down hundreds of wounded, and we are not manpowered."

An indifferent voice came from a distance, and Han Bin looked up and saw that it was a man with a serious expression, who should not be very old, maybe in his early 20s, but the other party's eyes looked at Liu Yue was a little wrong.

"Wang Chengpeng, classmate Li just woke up, do you want him to rest for a while?" Liu Yue's tone was a little dissatisfied.

"Liu Yue, look at how many wounded people there are, we can't keep busy at all, and he is not dead, not even injured."

Liu Yue still wanted to argue, but Han Bin waved his hand, "What classmate Wang said is that I'm fine." ”

Seeing Han Bin agree, Wang Chengpeng, who had a cold face, left directly.

At this time, someone not far away was shouting Liu Yue's name, and the other party said a word to Han Bin and ran over quickly.

Taking advantage of this time, Han Bin, who stood up, looked at the surrounding situation.

It's a hospital, a makeshift field hospital, because there are a lot of doctors in grass yellow uniforms who are busy.

This field hospital was requisitioned for a Taoist temple, although it was a little dilapidated, but the place was large, which was just suitable for serving as a field hospital. Vaguely, Han Bin also saw several Taoist men helping there.

The entire field hospital was filled with the smell of blood, disinfectant water, and the sound of wailing one after another.

At a glance, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Someone, come on, another wounded person is coming!"

When Han Bin walked near the gate, a wounded soldier limped to the door and shouted.

Soon the doctors, nurses and volunteer students of the hospital were dispatched, and Han Bin saw Liu Yue and Wang Chengpeng, so he followed.

Outside the door, several trucks and horse-drawn carriages covered with canvas were parked at the entrance of the field hospital, and before they could get closer, they smelled a strong smell of blood.

Several bloodstained soldiers in military uniforms jumped out of the truck, and then opened the truck door one after another and lifted the canvas on the carriage.

When the canvas was lifted, even the medical staff who had seen a lot of bloody scenes had numb scalps, and Han Bin almost threw up on the spot.

It turned out that the carriage was all piled up haphazardly, like a pile of corpses, and it was disorganized.

Missing arms and legs were common, and everyone was a blur of flesh and blood, as if it were a pile of rotten flesh rather than a wounded person. If it weren't for the vague moaning, everyone might have thought it was a few carts of corpses.

"Why are you so messy? Even if you don't die, you have to be crushed to death. A doctor in a major's uniform frowned when he saw this, and couldn't help but reprimand.

"Sir, we can't help it, there are too many, there are only a few hundred people here, but there are tens of thousands of people on the front line. It's so miserable, the two divisions of the 66th Army, more than 20,000 people, are gone in two days, and there are less than 5,000 left.

There are still some of these who are not dead, and you can save as much as you can. ”

There were more than 20,000 people, and after two days, less than 5,000 people were left who could move, listening to the intermittent explosions in the distance, Han Bin was also imagining what it would be like.

As a peacetime bone, he had only seen war scenes on TV, but they were all processed and not bloody. But just these cars of 'corpses' shocked him very much.

This is war!

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and find the wounded who are still alive and send them in for rescue! The major shouted and hurriedly commanded.

"Yes!"

Hearing the command, these people who had not yet returned to their senses reacted and became busy in an instant.

"There's still something alive here!"

"Come on, this person is being pressed, quickly move all the corpses on it!"

"There are also living people here, come on!"

。。。。。。

"Shoot back!"

"Kill, give!"

Seeing the Eighth Route Army all over the mountains, the Japanese army did not flee in embarrassment as it did on TV, and the Japanese army at this time was the period when the spirit of bushido and its prevalence were impossible.

At the officer's order, one by one, the Japanese soldiers withdrew their bullets, loaded their bayonets, and rushed towards the Eighth Route Army that rushed down, their eyes full of fanaticism.

Looking at these devils who didn't seem to die, Li Hai also felt a little worried in his heart, why didn't he learn more martial arts, and he didn't have to be afraid of this kind of occasion.

Fight bayonets?

That's impossible.

Lehi was afraid of death, and he knew that with his current physical condition, compared to these skilled devils with bayonets in front of him, it was nothing more than a trivial.

Therefore, when he was rushing, Lehi had an extra heart, and he did not rush to the front, but from the rear of the team.

This made him feel uncomfortable, and he was also worried about his fear of death, but he really couldn't overcome his psychological barriers.

But this doesn't mean that he will be a deserter, compared to his stabbing skills, his marksmanship is not bad, and he is also somewhat familiar with these three or eight big covers.

So he finds obstacles as hiding places, and then hides himself in search of his target.

Soon, he found a good target---- a devil soldier who was fighting the platoon commander.

At this time, he found out that the platoon commander didn't know when he had an extra big knife in his hand, and he played it well, and he cut several devils in three or two clicks.

And that devil soldier Cao saw that several of his men had died at the hands of the hateful Zhi Na in front of him, so he directly abandoned his previous goal and rushed towards the platoon commander.

The platoon commander's broadsword is indeed a tiger, but the devil katana of this era can also be played, and the military cao in front of the platoon commander belongs to that kind of martial arts family.

The platoon commander, who was still killing all sides at the beginning, met his opponent at once, and as soon as he fought, the platoon commander was cut by the katana of the devil army Cao.

Seeing that his military uniform was torn open, the platoon commander's scalp was in a cold sweat, and he almost had to explain it here, as for the wound, because he hid it in time, it was only a little skin trauma.

"Little devil, come again!"

The pain point of the wound made the platoon commander look fierce, looked at the devil soldier Cao in front of him, roared, and rushed over with a machete.

"Yaga!"

Although I don't know what the eight roads in front of me are talking about, this devil came to a national scolding, and the katana he held in both hands waved over.