Yan Zhi came to the small building that was burning, and saw a ghost soldier with a broken leg lying not far away, his body was covered with bullet holes, and he still maintained the posture of using his finger as a gun before he died.

Yan Zhi felt very strange about the gesture made by this soldier. He saw that both ears of the devil soldier were there, and after a little thought, he understood.

In the battle of the Winged Valley, except for the underage Xiben Shiyuan's ears were not cut, the left ears of more than 100 devil corpses were not spared, and they were all cut off by Zhao Fugui. Yan Zhi felt that Zhao Fugui's goods were simply [ear reapers].

Zhao Fugui said: "This Japanese soldier is still a bit bloody, and he is a man. ”

Yan Zhi nodded and followed Zhao Fugui upstairs.

The fire upstairs is much weaker than downstairs.

Probably because of the southeast wind, the fire in the room in the southeast corner of the upper floor was not very large, but because the wooden floor was not very closed, the smoke from downstairs passed through the floor and poured into the upstairs room.

Tuesday Wa, Zhong Jiagen, Wang Xiaoxiang, the three of them stood at the door, each carrying a bucket, each holding a wet cloth to cover their noses, seeing that Yan was supreme, Wang Xiaoshuang handed him a wet cloth.

Zhong Jiagen said: "This girl is very fierce, she doesn't let us get close, she has a kitchen knife in her hand, and she can't live or die." She said she would kill herself if we came close. ”

From time to time, a woman's coughing and a slight moan of pain could be heard in the room.

Yan Zhi glanced at Zhao Fugui, Erwa, Wang Xiaoxiang, Zhong Jiagen, and saw that the faces of the four people were covered with gunpowder smoke and dust, the tattered military uniforms were all covered with blood, and there was a bright bayonet on his back, Zhong Jiagen was also carrying two guns, looking fierce and vicious, especially Zhao Fugui, who was wearing a 90-style steel helmet on his head, and looked like a devil entering the village.

Yan Zhi immediately understood why the woman in the house was reluctant to let Zhao Fugui and them get close.

Yan Zhi washed his face with a damp cloth, and suddenly, the water in the bucket turned into black water.

Seeing that the chief was still in the mood to wash his face in order to save a girl at this time, Zhao Fugui's face showed disgust like picking his nose.

Wang Xiaoxiang also pursed his lips, the chief looked tired, but he didn't expect to see a girl and immediately come to energy.

Seeing that the chief had become white and clean after washing his face, the four of them each looked at the other three, thinking about their faces, they must be the same as them, and they looked at the mad man, so they suddenly understood why the chief washed his face.

As for the appearance of the four of them, which is more vicious than the devil and the bandits combined, it is strange that the girl let him get closer.

"We are the Chinese army, I am the major company commander of the Nanping Military Region, my name is Yan Zhi, may I ask if there is anyone in the house."

Zhao Fugui and the four of them looked at each other, which play is this singing, sir? Didn't we tell you very clearly that there was a girl in the house?

"Ah, someone...... Help, help......"

Hearing Yan Zhi's voice, there was a cry for help in the room.

Yan Zhi heard the girl's cry for help, reached out and took the wet quilt in the hand of the baby and rushed into the house, and rushed back from the room with the quilt after more than ten seconds, revealing a few strands of black hair on one end of the quilt, and a pair of white feet on the other.

Outside the house, Wang Xiaoxiang and the four of them were dumbfounded, thinking it was really incredible, the chief just washed his face, took the wet quilt and wet cloth inside, wrapped the woman, covered her face with a wet cloth, and took it out.

Looking at the long black hair that exposed the wet quilt, Wang Xiaoxiang and the four of them secretly regretted why they didn't think of washing their faces and tidying up their military uniforms before entering the house? Otherwise, how could this beautiful difference with a girl fall into the hands of the chief.

Since the girl had burns and knife wounds, Yan Zhi asked the medic to get in the car to help her treat the wounds and prevent infection.

Who knew that when the girl saw the medic getting into the car, she was like crazy, squatting on the ox cart wrapped in a wet quilt and screaming and scolding like crazy, just not letting the medic approach, and scared the other girls in the car to jump off the ox cart one after another.

After the medic had no choice but to get out of the car, she quieted down a little, lowered her head and shrunk half of her white and beautiful face into the wet quilt, clutched the corners of the quilt tightly with both hands, trembling and crying silently, only occasionally looking at Yan Zhi who was walking behind the team, her hazy eyes were a little pitiful.

When he arrived at the edge of a forest, Yan Zhi asked a few aunts to drive the ox cart carrying the girl into the forest, and let her change her clothes.

The soldiers' slightly better and cleaner clothes have already been distributed to the villagers, and there are only a few devil uniforms left that are slightly cleaner, but the girl does not wear the devil's military uniform, helplessly, Yan Zhi can only take off his fairly clean major uniform, let the aunt take it into the forest, and he can only change into a tattered national army soldier's uniform and put it on.

The ox cart went out of the forest to catch up with the convoy, Yan Zhi saw that she was wearing her own major uniform, barefoot, hugging her knees, bowing her head and sucking half of her face into a wide collar and sitting pitifully, the wounds on her ankles and calves were quite deep, and she was still bleeding.

Helpless, Yan Zhi could only jump into the car with alcohol cotton gauze and ask her if she would accept his help to heal her injuries.

Looking at the girl wearing a wide school uniform, Yan Zhi secretly praised, I didn't expect that she, a weak girl, could wear my military uniform with such a temperament.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The wound on the girl's calf was deep to the bone, and there were marks left by the rope on the ankle.

Fortunately, in this sneak attack on the Winged Valley, the medicine brought by the team was relatively complete, there was anesthetic, and the girl did not feel too much pain when cleaning the wound, and gritted her teeth without making a sound.

When Yan Zhi was treating the ankle wound for the girl, he reached out and held the girl's toes and looked at it a few times, as if he felt a slight tremor from the owner of the foot.

Looking at this white and delicate foot, Yan Zhi's eyes flashed a trace of strangeness in an instant and then returned to normal, and then he pinched the other five toes of the girl, helped her deal with the scratches on the soles of her feet, and then treated several minor burns on her wrists. She had bruises on her wrists from being tied with ropes, and it seemed that she had cut the rope on her ankle with a kitchen knife after burning the rope that trapped her wrist with fire.

Jumping out of the ox cart, Yan Zhi asked Zhong Jiagen to go to the soldiers in front of him, find a pair of brand-new military shoes from the devil, and give them to the girl.

The soldiers protected the convoy and walked along the main road towards the hinterland of the Pingnan Military Region, tightening their whips on the way to let the donkeys, horses, and ox carts move forward as fast as possible.

Luckily, the road was safe.

After walking for more than two hours, the convoy arrived at the defense area of the Pingnan Military Region, and Yan Zhicai breathed a long sigh of relief and recalled Kuang Dawei and Wu Zhonghua and others after the break.

Because the clothes on their group were tattered, both Japanese and national, and the soldiers were exhausted one by one, Yan Zhi walked to the front of the team and personally showed his major ID card to prove his identity to the Chinese soldiers guarding the pass.

The sight of the villagers crying and crying along the way makes people feel very miserable, and it looks like a group of completely defeated troops with their families, who have just retreated from the front line.