Chapter 7 Man Jianghong (No. 7 Middle School)

The so-called large army, in fact, only had one platoon, although it brought nine light machine guns. However, neither the enemy nor the enemy in the melee was aware of this, and the morale immediately changed rapidly in both directions. The Devil soldiers stopped their efforts to re-close the gap, supporting their bodies with their rifles, gasping for air. The brothers of the secret service group, who were still able to act, supported each other and rushed into the protection range of the light machine guns, no longer giving the devils any chance to besiege them.

"Fools, waste, press me up, press up, annihilate them!" Seeing that the boiled duck was about to fly, squadron leader Kobayashi Jue was so angry that he picked up the sheathed command knife and pumped at the devil soldiers near him.

"Hey!" "Hey!" The beaten devil soldiers bowed down and apologized, but they refused to move in the direction of the fire. Some devil lieutenants and ensigns who were a little far away from Kobayashi Jue simply quickly hid their bodies in the dark, refusing to let their top boss Kobayashi Jue find out about them.

It's not that they are unwilling to work hard to be loyal to the Empire, but the tactics of Squadron Leader Takahashi just now shooting the Chinese and Imperial warriors indiscriminately with heavy machine guns are too chilling. None of the people dared to guarantee that if the battle was a little bad for a while, Squadron Leader Kobayashi would not make the same crazy move as Squadron Leader Takahashi.

"Yaga!" Seeing that the big and small devils under his command were all passive and slacking off, Xiao Lin Jue became more and more annoyed, reached out and brushed off the leather sheath of the command knife, and wanted to kill a few unlucky chickens to show the monkeys. Yanagida, the squad leader closest to him, immediately pounced on him and hugged the waist of his boss, "Sir, please calm down, calm down!" Squadron Leader Takahashi has broken jade! ”

"I've seen it a long time ago! Let go, or I'll cut you first! Kobayashi Satoru responded angrily, and stabbed Yanagida with the hilt of his knife. The squad leader, Yanagi Tianman, was poked and his internal organs were displaced, and blood was coming from his mouth and nose, but he still refused to let go. While pushing his boss into the dark, he continued to remind in a low voice, "The warriors have walked the mountain road in the middle of the night and fought with the Chinese for a whole hour, and they are already very, very tired." Next, even if the Chinese can be bitten again, it will have to pay a very big price. In case the defenders on the top of the hill do pour out......"

In that case, I'm afraid it's not certain who will wipe out whom! Before Yanagida could finish speaking, Kobayashi Jue's arm froze in midair. Tonight, the ghost soldiers led by him and Takahashi Jiro were originally less than two squadrons, and they fought with the Chinese for nearly an hour, not to mention a quarter of the casualties. The remaining two hundred or so people want to wipe out all the Chinese who are evacuating in one go, I am afraid it will be too difficult! Besides, even if he is lucky enough to succeed, after the bloody battle, how many people will be left on his own side?

"We've done our best! Helplessly, the captain of the Takahashi squadron was killed, which led to a significant drop in the morale of the Takahashi squadron! Only then did he let the enemy go! Yanagida couldn't see the changing face of his boss, put his arm around the other party's waist, and added intermittently.

The responsibility is all Takahashi's! It was he who commanded indiscriminately, which led to the failure of the entire operation. It was he who advanced lightly and died on the spot, which led to a huge gap in the encirclement! It's his ......, it's his ......, when the whole person completely calms down from the frenzy, Kobayashi Jue's mind turns no slower than Yanagida Man! In a sense, at the moment when the imperial warriors and the Chinese met unexpectedly on the way, tonight's sneak attack had failed. Later, Takahashi Jiro and himself surrounded the Chinese they encountered with their dual superiority in numbers and weapons, which was only a remedy for the failure of the night attack. The Chinese who completely annihilated those two companies may not be praised by their superiors. It's not a big deal to let the other party run away. Anyway, Jiro Takahashi can't speak anymore, and all the mistakes tonight, don't worry about no one to carry them!

After quickly weighing the pros and cons, Kobayashi Jue dropped the command knife, picked up his loyal subordinate Yanagida Mitsuru with one hand, and slapped him hard, "Bastard!" Why don't you hurry up and collect the remaining warriors of Takahashi's squadron?! Could it be that this little thing also needs me to come forward in person?! ”

"Hey!" Yanagida wiped the blood from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth, and happily accepted the order. As for the big slap he just received, it was Kobayashi-kun's love, and ordinary people couldn't get it if they wanted to, how could he hold a grudge?!

The rest of the little devil officers, with envy and jealousy on their faces, watched Yanagida run away. During the period when this person had just "exchanged feelings" with Kobayashi Jue, the Chinese had gathered their teams and began to retreat in an orderly manner. The Imperial warriors, who had been tired for most of the night, had no heart to chase and kill, and they did not dare to continue the pursuit. With sporadic cold gunshots, they strode away.

"What a respectable opponent!" When the two sides completely disengaged, Kobayashi Satoru pulled his subordinates and concluded with some admiration, "Although we failed to sneak attack tonight, we also completely hit them hard." Gentlemen, please cheer up, tomorrow morning, you and I will make new contributions to the Empire! ”

"Hey!" Several detachment leaders and squad leaders responded in unison, but a figure of looking up to the sky and laughing flashed in their hearts. What bastard reported that the Chinese soldiers lacked the spirit of bushido, wasn't the Chinese captain who died with the Imperial warriors with a grenade tonight the bravest samurai in the world?

And that little fat man who is desperate with people everywhere with a big knife! Where did he get so much blood, and it didn't dry up in the end! Hopefully, the Chinese don't have enough medicine to cure him, so that he never has a chance to stand up again!

When their hearts are filled with fear, cowards usually curse their opponents, hoping that they will suddenly suffer a catastrophe, so as to escape the reality of facing them again. Even the devil officers who have been trained in bushido since childhood are no exception. In fact, at this moment, Zhang Songling has indeed fallen into a coma. The whole person was lying on a stretcher improvised with a rifle and a back gun belt, and was carried away by Meng Laohan and his "son" Meng Xiaoyu.

Even Meng Laohan, who had never studied medicine for a day, knew that the reason for Zhang's coma was due to excessive blood loss. The new military uniform on his body, which had just been put on for less than half a day, had completely rotted into strips of cloth. All over the body, large and small wounds turned outward like camel's lips, some could not see the specific depth, and some had already exposed the fascia under the muscles.

"Dad, I'm afraid!" Meng Laohan's "son" Meng Xiaoyu didn't dare to look down at the blood gourd on the stretcher, but he couldn't help but want to make sure if this person was dead, and shouted with tears as he walked.

"Don't be afraid! Let's change hands, you lift forward, don't look back, it's fine! Meng Laohan stopped and discussed with his "son" in a low voice, "He saved the lives of all of us, we can't let him even have a place to bury his bones!" ”

"I'll come, let the lad rest!" Liao Wenhua, who was walking next to him, quickly grabbed the end of the stretcher from Meng Xiaoyu's hand, "He won't die, I've seen a lot more serious injuries than this, lie in the hospital and rest for a few days, and he will run around alive!" ”

Although he said it for sure, he couldn't help but lower his head, and with the help of the surrounding firelight, he kept aiming at Zhang Songling's nostrils with his eyes. It wasn't until he saw that the other party's nose was still shaking weakly that he finally breathed a sigh of relief, opened his legs, and walked towards the camp as fast as he could.

"He's still bleeding......" Meng Xiaoyu pointed to the blood on the ground and added with a cry. The man on the stretcher, who was not much older than himself, had a face as white as grass ash! The blood was still pouring out of the wound, dripping and ticking, as if it would never end.

"It's okay! He's got a lot of blood! Liao Wenhua stiffened his mouth and opened his throat to retort, "If you are afraid, stay away, don't keep talking about frustration like a girl!" ”

Meng Xiaoyu was so scolded that she didn't dare to raise her head, and reached out to cover her mouth. Meng Laohan, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped again and said loudly: "No, I have to find a way to stop the bleeding for him." No matter how much blood he has, he can't support it if he keeps flowing like this! ”

"You still need to say it!" Liao Wenhua pricked up his eyes and scolded. "If there was a way to stop the bleeding for him, Lao Tzu would have stopped it for him! Do you want to lift it or not, and if you don't want to, quickly change people. Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao ......"

A platoon commander surnamed Zhao trotted forward, pushed Meng Laohan away, and grabbed the stretcher. When we were under siege, many of the brothers were wounded. The hemostatic medicine and bandages carried by the hygienist have long been consumed, and there is nothing to help Zhang Songling at the moment, and the only way to save his life is to carry him quickly through the remaining two miles of mountain roads and rush to the Walnut Garden camp. There were also hemostatic medicine and gauze seized from the devil last night, so that he would not die of blood immediately.

After only a few steps, the stretcher was stopped by a dozen more brothers. Shi Liangcai carried a bloody bandage and lowered his head to wrap Zhang Songling's thigh. "Let's use this for a while, Lao Zhao, Lao Liao, let's take a few shifts. Hurry up and get a new bandage when you get to camp! ”

"Use mine!" "I have one more!" "The wounds on my body are no longer bleeding, take mine!" The other dozen or so brothers also handed over the bandages one after another and handed them to Shi Liangcai to bandage Zhang Songling. It was all untied from themselves, wet, with a body temperature in addition to blood.

"I've got one of them!" "Is it enough, my wound is fine!" More brothers gathered around and handed Shi Liangcai blood-stained yarns, their faces full of anticipation.

This practice has a very high chance of causing wound infection, but everyone can't care about it so much, so they just ask Company Commander Zhang not to die because of dry blood, and only ask Company Commander Zhang to have the opportunity to get up and write a letter home for everyone. Soon, Zhang Songling was wrapped from head to toe, and the whole person was like a blood-colored cocoon, revealing only a miserable white face, before he had time to grow a beard, and only a layer of soft fine hair above his lips.

Platoon Commander Zhao was also injured, and he insisted on lifting more than 300 meters, and his steps began to stumble. Shi Liangcai quickly replaced him, and another brother replaced Liao Wenhua, who was sweating profusely. Soon, Shi Liangcai also began to stumble, the wound on his arm burst out, and the blood flowed nonstop. Meng Laohan stepped forward to replace him, and Meng Xiaoyu gently grabbed the other end of the stretcher.

The two of them often walk on mountain roads, and the stretcher is far more stable than Liao Wenhua and others. The blood-red "silkworm cocoon" no longer swayed, and Zhang Songling's face was once again brightened by the firelight, faintly revealing a bit of heroism.

He's so good-looking! Meng Xiaoyu had the courage to glance at the cocoon's face again, and quietly admitted in his heart. Immediately after, a strange feeling surged from the bottom of her heart, surging hot all over her body.

That feeling, some people may only have once in a lifetime. Some people may not be able to have one in a few lifetimes. However, once you feel it, it will be engraved in your heart and will never be forgotten for a lifetime!