On the mountain road back to Shenquan Village, more than a dozen young figures lined up in a row, hurriedly advancing on the rugged mountain road.

Dark green branches shaded the sun, and the breeze wandered through the trees. The whole team was dull and tired. A slight smell of blood permeated the air, and the frightened surrounding birds and beasts scattered and fled.

At the back of the line, five stretchers followed in turn, on which lay the militiamen and soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who had been killed and injured in the battle.

Although the short and fierce battle was ultimately victorious, it was also costly. Thirteen newly enlisted militiamen killed two and seriously wounded one. Four soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were killed and wounded. And the captain Zhou Yu also accidentally hung up the lottery in the final stage of the battle.

Zhou Yu, who was at the end of the line, had a black face and didn't say a word all the way.

This kid was scolded by Zhao Shixun fiercely, and he was sulking to himself.

It turned out that at the last moment of the battle, Zhou Yu couldn't do it in the face of the ghost soldiers crawling and wailing on the ground!

Zhao Shixun reminded him several times, but he refused to start, and even prevented Zhao Shixun from killing the wounded soldiers of the devil, regardless of whether he had to save the wounded soldiers of the devil.

Just when Zhou Yu ignored Zhao Shixun's dissuasion and bandaged the devil's wounded soldier alone, the devil's wounded soldier, who had been wailing, suddenly pulled out the pistol on his waist and shot at Zhou Yu coldly.

If it weren't for the excessive blood loss of the devil soldiers, which caused the first shot to be crooked, it only injured Zhou Yu's left arm. Zhou Yu, this kid, also has to lie on a stretcher and be carried back today.

After killing the wounded soldier who was about to shoot the second shot with one shot and saving Zhou Yu from the line of death, Zhao Shixun angrily rushed over and gave Zhou Yu a kick on the ground.

Listen to yourself when you say yes, this kid actually turned a blind eye to his repeated orders, and almost lost his life in the end.

Such a stupid behavior made Zhao Shixun angrily scold Zhou Yu in front of everyone.

……

After being kicked and scolded, Zhou Yu was aggrieved to death.

Was it wrong to carry out the order of the Eighth Route Army to give preferential treatment to prisoners? Why is he swearing?! He is not his .......

The more I thought about it, the more I felt aggrieved, and the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and Zhou Yu didn't say a word with a black face after he set off.

After walking for half a day, seeing that everyone was exhausted, Zhao Shixun ordered to stop and rest. Carrying five people all the way, although everyone took turns to rest, they were still tired and sweating.

Originally, after the battle, Zhao Shixun proposed to bury the dead nearby, and then move the graves later, and the rest of the people carried the wounded back to the village first.

But after hearing this, Zhou Yu clearly objected, on the grounds that everyone was from the same village, and they were all brought out by him. So whether he lives or dies, he has to bring people back.

persuaded a few words, and seeing that Zhou Yu did not let go, Zhao Shixun could only stand him.

After all, it is human nature for fallen leaves to return to their roots, and Zhao Shixun doesn't have much to say, just work hard to carry it back.

After resting for a while, the sky gradually darkened, and the mountain wind was faintly chilly. Although it was already June, the weather in the mountains was not as good as in the plains, and it was still so cold at night that it could even freeze to death.

To this end, Zhao Shixun listened to the advice of the stone and found a nearby ravine as a temporary foothold before dark.

After arriving at the foothold, Zhao Shixun asked the militia to collect firewood and light two fires to prepare for the night. For the sake of safety, Zhao Shixun divided the 12 people who were not injured into six groups, and each group was responsible for going to the nearby mountains for two hours after nightfall. As soon as danger is detected, fire a warning shot.

Soon, the last sunset is gradually swallowed up by the mountains, and the darkness descends after the light disappears, and the temperature drops suddenly.

Two fires were lit, dispersing the darkness and cold around the camp. Zhao Shixun put his kettle on the fire and boiled a little hot water for everyone to drink.

In this way, everyone ate dry food with hot water, chatted quietly around the fire, and confided in each other about their experience of fighting during the day.

After the daytime battle of life and death, the surviving militia no longer saw immaturity and fear on their faces. They are rapidly growing up in the midst of war, and although the cost is heavy, it is their destiny. Behind enemy lines, most of the training is a scene, and the cruel battlefield environment will not give them too many opportunities to train and grow at all, and only through bloody actual combat can they really grow rapidly.

Looking at Zhou Yu, who was sitting alone on a stone not far away, Zhao Shixun didn't plan to comfort him with anything. The lesson of blood is in front of him, if he can't figure it out himself, then he should save a stunned person in one fell swoop.

After drinking some water and eating something, Zhao Shixun planned to go and see the two seriously injured people on the ground.

Roasting a warm bonfire, the old immortal smoked a pipe and blew cowhide with the militia around him for a while, took out some of his combat experience over the years and told a few more words, and immediately listened to this group of battlefield chicks with fascination, and asked the old immortal to tell a few more stories.

Just as the old immortal was about to blow another big one, Zhao Shixun came over, leaned down and plunged a bayonet into the fire.

"There is a wounded man who is dying, the bayonet cut under his arm is too big, and he has been bleeding all the way, and if he continues like this, he will be cold tomorrow morning. I just checked it and it didn't hurt my internal organs. I'm going to treat his wounds. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Shixun opened his pocket watch and took out a short needle from it.

"Yo he...... battalion commander, you still have embroidery needles with you, you won't want to stitch his wounds, right?"

"When I was studying abroad, I learned emergency wound management, and when I was in Taiyuan, I bought a sewing needle by myself. Originally, I kept it for myself, but now I really use it. ”

By the light of the fire, Zhao Shixun ripped a cotton thread from his clothes and put it in a Japanese-style lunch box with boiling water boiling on the fire.

The surrounding militia watched this scene and their eyes widened. When they heard that the battalion commander was going to sew up his brother's wounds, the militiamen looked at Zhao Shixun in awe.

"Look, I'll just say that Brother Zhao is not a mortal! I've heard that this wound is something that only Western doctors do. He will! ”

"No, he saved our lives, and more than once. Look at these two crooked handles on the ground, six branches and three or eight big covers. It was all taken from the devil soldiers! What a powerful little devil.

Was the defense of the county strong back then! Hundreds of bandits besieged and returned, but dozens of little devils defeated the county town defended by hundreds of people in the security group! That guy is scary to think about. ”

"That's ......, if you want me to say, let's just let Brother Zhao be our captain, with him leading us, we will win the battle every day!"

"......Shhhh Be quiet, you kid! Didn't you see Captain Zhou with a black face for a long time? Besides, even if you want to, Brother Zhao may not be willing!

Didn't you listen to the old immortal, but he is the battalion commander of the regular army of the national army! ”

"That's ...... too."

……

Ten minutes later, Zhao Shixun prepared the things to suture the wounds, called a few militiamen to carry the wounded to the fire, and then washed the wounds of the other party with cold boiled water.

Before moving, in order to prevent the wounded soldier from moving in pain, Zhao Shixun asked the three militiamen to press each other hard, and stuffed a branch in the wounded's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

When everything was ready, Zhao Shixun began to stitch up the wound by the light of the fire, and since there was no painkiller, he didn't even have a sip of wine. The wounded man was shaking with pain, and the branch in his mouth creaked when it was bitten.

Halfway through the stitches, the wounded man seemed to faint from the pain and completely stopped struggling.

Nearly twenty minutes later, Zhao Shixun wiped the beads of sweat from his head and pulled out the burning red dagger from the fire.

There are no anti-inflammatory drugs, and the incision that has just been barely sutured is easy to get infected and must be "dealt with".

Signaling the surrounding militia to hold down the wounded, Zhao Shixun flattened the fiery bayonet and stuck it directly on the edge of the knife.

呲呲......

Well......!

The severe pain woke up the wounded who had been unconscious, and the three men almost couldn't hold him down!

After shaking violently, the other party went limped and collapsed on the stretcher again.

"Ahh He can't be in pain! ”

One of the militiamen was frightened and trembled and stretched out his finger to test the wounded's snort.

"He couldn't die, he just fainted in pain. As long as the high fever can go away tonight, he can save a life. Find someone to watch him, and when he wakes up, feed him some food and water. ”

Wiping the blood on his hands, Zhao Shixun put away his sewing needle and said tiredly.

"Obediently, battalion commander, you are worthy of being a character who has drunk foreign ink, and you will also have the ability to save lives and help the wounded!"

The old immortal handed over the kettle at the right time and looked at Zhao Shixun with admiration.

"It's nothing, it's just a little battlefield ambulance. I could only stitch up normal wounds, and neither gunshot wounds nor penetrating wounds could be dealt with. You have to find a professional surgeon. ”

After drinking a few sips of water, Zhao Shixun straightened the withered grass under his feet and lay down with a slight bow.

The surrounding militia saw that Zhao Shixun seemed to be tired, and they also consciously stayed away and lowered their laughter.

The stars are dotted, the mountain wind is gusting, and there is nothing to say all night.

……

The next morning, when the morning light rose again, the militiamen were on their way again.

After a night's rest, the militiamen regained their spirits, and everyone carried stretchers and made a quick walk through the woods.

In order to get back to the village as soon as possible, the team walked very quickly, and there was hardly much rest along the way.

Everyone was holding up their strength, hoping to rush back to Shenquan Village as soon as possible, and then send someone to send the two seriously injured to the garrison hospital of the large army.

Near noon, just as Xiao Wu, a soldier of the Eighth Route Army, encouraged everyone to rest after climbing over the mountain in front of them, an exclamation suddenly came from behind the team.

"Brother Zhao...... come quickly, Captain Zhou has fainted......!"

…… To be continued, ask for collection, ask for recommendation!