In the trench north of Zhangjia Town, a team of devils was beaten more than a dozen left, and they were hiding in the trench in the middle to resist.

Ma Da said to the two platoon commanders beside him: "A platoon touched through the ditch, and sent them a burst of grenades into the trench at a suitable distance, I don't believe they can still have a few people left." ”

"Company commander, I think it's okay, one platoon of us is enough." A platoon leader shouted.

"Grandma, if we can pull out those little devils in the ditch, won't all the things in the ditch be picked by us?" The purpose of the second platoon commander is always the simplest, and the voice just fell.

Boom, boom......

A thunderbolt of lightning unleashed a blast of air that slammed into the eardrums, churning and swaying in the darkness.

Ma Da finally annihilated the defenseless squad of devils, and one of his own companies was also disabled, and with the sharp knife soldiers who still had half of the company left, he continued to reinforce the second and third companies in the east direction of the devil's back road.

The leader of the devil's squadron was flanked by two companies in the southeast, and suddenly recruited the Eighth Route Army from the north to attack from behind, they raised their rifles and reflexively shot at the cruel devil in their eyes.

It was pitch black all around, and only the chaotic flashes of muzzle flames could be seen, and Ma Da fired a few shots at the position where the tongue of fire flashed, and then rolled sideways to change places.

There was a sudden burst of fierce gunfire near the "pop pop", and it seemed that someone had been shot and fell behind the ridge, and a rain of bullets swept overhead.

"Mother, stop me, don't rush over," a voice shouted from behind the ridge, and at this moment, Ma Da's voice roared like thunder.

The belly of the fish at dawn was exposed, and ten people of different sizes were rushing, accompanied by the sound of scraping branches and leaves.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the bushes ahead. I saw two sentries showing their heads and looking at several soldiers wearing the clothes of the Eighth Route Army in front of them in surprise.

A big man covered in dust and blood. And a stocky little man who was also dirty, carrying a makeshift stretcher made of branches and ropes, was coming tiredly towards the division headquarters.

On the stretcher, there was a soldier who did not move, covered in blood, and his back, shoulders, arms, etc. were covered in several places with blood-soaked dirty gauze.

At this time, a petite figure like a mud monkey finally staggered into the crowd, crying hoarsely: "Help my brother............ Woo...... We are the Eighth Route Army...... Woohoo......"

Under the leadership of Widow Ma, the special operations squad actually sent the wounded Lu Hang to the division hospital, and after the sentry notified the division headquarters, several people carried Lu Hang to the division hospital.

In the director's office of the hospital, a man in his fifties named Gao Shan was the director of the divisional hospital, and a female doctor was working across from him.

The female doctor's name is Lin Xue, and she looks to be twenty-five or sixteen years old. The sharp melon seed cheeks, white as snow, set her eyes on the beautiful woman who released the ripe temptation in her gestures.

Dr. Lin looked at the old dean and asked with a smile, "Dean, have you mentioned my idea to the teacher?" ”

The old dean looked at the beautiful female doctor in front of him, who graduated from Shanghai National Medical College, and said helplessly.

"I said Doctor Lin, there are only four doctors in our hospital in total, and last time Dr. Liu Yaxuan was transferred to the Independent Regiment, you have to apply to the front line again, isn't it the same here to treat the wounded, why are you bothering?"

Dr. Lin sighed lightly and said, "It's so far away from the front line, and it's too late for many wounded to be sent here. ”

The old dean looked at the confident Lin Xue and said with a smile: "I also support your idea, but this is not a simple matter, the teacher is thinking about it." ”

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the gate.

The old dean and Dr. Lin hurried out of the office, and saw a group of soldiers covered in blood, sweating and panting, as if they were too tired to speak.

In the operating room, the unconscious Lu Hang was lying on the simple operating table, his shirt and blood-stained gauze were all cut and torn off, revealing a strong back with blurred flesh and blood, and several nurses were hurriedly preparing for the operation.

The old dean, who was wearing a mask, carefully examined those wounds, and said to Lin Xue, who was disinfecting his hands: "Arms, shoulders, and waist, a total of twelve fragments, which should be caused by howitzers." ”

Outside the compound of the division hospital, the division commander and a group of cadres walked towards the hospital, and after Wang Qiang's explanation, they already knew that the injured person was Zhou Jie, the squad leader of the special operations squad of the independent regiment.

The cadres of the division headquarters were like thunder about this Zhou Jie's name, and the three commendation orders of the division headquarters some time ago were issued, and the division commander still wanted to meet this little hero, but he didn't expect to meet in this way.

The operation was still going on, and a group of special combat squad soldiers outside the operation were covered in blood, and the division commander saw that his eyes were suddenly moist, and he said to the guards around him.

"Take new military uniforms and put them on, and immediately take them to arrange rest, food and lodging!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers of the special operations squad did not leave, nor did they change their clothes, just to wait for the operation to end.

It took eight hours for the operation to take place before the dean and Dr. Lin Xue walked out of the operating room.

Inside the Dean's office.

"Master Ma, he was in twelve wounds, took out eighteen shrapnel, lost too much blood, the wound began to inflame, there are no anti-inflammatory drugs in the hospital for a long time, he will die of inflammation and infection, there is not much hope!"

The division commander asked in surprise: "Is the penicitin in the hospital gone?" ”

"The last time the devils swept up, there were too many wounded, and they were all used up a long time ago."

"Do you know who he is? The last time we got Pannixining, he went to the county seat to steal it, and he was Comrade Zhou Jie, the hero of the special operations squad of the Independent Regiment. ”

"Huh? Zhou Jie? After the exclamation, Lin Xue was suddenly stunned, and looked at the division commander in amazement: "He is the hero who snatched penicillin?" I still have a ......"

Lin Xue ran towards his office fiercely.

There are no anti-inflammatory drugs in the hospital, which is true, but each of the four doctors in the hospital has one in their hands, and it is the only one that the organization has specially ordered to be allocated to the doctors to save their lives.

How precious is a doctor compared to an anti-inflammatory drug? There must be no accidents, if the doctor is gone, even if there are anti-inflammatory drugs, it is useless, Lin Xue took out the one left for herself.

In the intensive care room, Lin Xue looked at Zhou Jie, who was talking nonsense with a fever in front of him. Then she took out a metal box from one of her pockets, opened it next to the bed, and took the syringe out of the box.

He glanced down, sighed lightly, and a faint flush appeared on his slightly pretty cheeks, and then took out an injection from the other pocket.

A pair of beautiful hands steadily opened the syringe, drew in the medicine, and at the same time glanced at Zhou Jie's face in the dim light, and whispered.

"If you don't have it, you don't have this medicine, I hope you can save yourself with the medicine you robbed."

Lin Xue gently walked out of the low intensive care room, the light in the corridor was dim, and she looked at a little girl leaning against a beautiful female warrior and sleeping soundly.

Mengjie and Yadan didn't close their eyes for almost two days, and stayed outside the ward, Lin Xue brought a blanket and gently covered the two of them......

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