After coming out of the farm, Zhang Rang did not go to the ammunition department in the back mountain and the second workshop to check the repair of the grenadier canister.

Because Han Jinshan found him.

"Ma Jintian is dying...... Han Jinshan said with red circles in his eyes.

Hearing this, Zhang Ran couldn't help but chuckle in his heart!

On this trip, the whole team suffered 23 casualties and more than 60 wounds.

Most of them were Cangshui soldiers who suffered the most casualties, because compared with the detachment, they lacked systematic military training, and there were no veterans like Kang Ting who had been in a hundred battles to teach them how to save their lives more easily on the battlefield where the artillery was full of fire.

On the detachment's side, the two who died in the attack on the Duan family were killed, and after a big battle, only seven were killed in total, and two were seriously wounded, one of which was Ma Jintian.

came back to be busy with this and that, it seems that Zhang Ran has forgotten about these martyrs and the wounded.

But in fact, he didn't forget it at all, he just didn't want to think about it.

Even if compared to the more than 1,000 devils and puppet troops who were eliminated, such a sacrifice of the detachment was nothing, but Zhang Ran really hoped that these soldiers were all fine.

This is life and death!

Not to mention that for the families of these martyrs, even for him, they are unwilling to accept it.

A living person, everyone was still talking and laughing before, but now the yin and yang are forever separated, no matter how much you miss and how reluctant you are, the other party will never come back to life.

It's like being stripped of your life.

Originally, there were already twenty-three martyrs, and if one Ma Jinshan was added, it would be twenty-four!

What makes Zhang Ran even more sad is that this Ma Jintian is still a warrior on this side of the base!

He was sure that if the seriously wounded who had died were the barn sailors of the independent company, his heart would have been much better.

It is said that whether it is the soldiers on the side of the base area or the cangshui soldiers of the independent company, they are now all members of the detachment, no matter who lives or dies, Zhang Ran should treat them equally.

But it is difficult for Zhang Ran to treat everyone equally.

Because of the fighters on this side of the base area, he has known them for a longer time, and even knows their families.

Their family, who had their sons and relatives in their hands, are now sacrificing their ......

Every time he thinks of this, Zhang Ran doesn't know how to face their relatives.

Ma Jintian's whole body was swollen, especially near the wound on his abdomen, which was already purple and black.

"Son, son......"

The white-haired old man and the old lady were crying and calling in front of the hospital bed, and Ma Jintian's brothers and sisters were wiping their tears on the side.

Ma Jintian obviously knew that he was dying, tears rolled down in large pieces, and he comforted his father and mother in a hoarse voice, and when he saw Zhang Ran coming in, he struggled to sit up.

"Lie down, don't move......"

Zhang Ran quickly stepped forward to help Ma Jintian, trying to comfort him but didn't know how to say it, so he could only say with red eyes: "I'm sorry, if you didn't follow me to participate in the Eighth Road, maybe you would ......."

"Captain, what I am most happy about is that I can follow the captain to participate in the ...... of the Eighth Route Army"

Ma Jintian smiled brightly and said weakly: "My father and mother told me just now, saying that our family should be able to collect more than 5,000 catties of grain this year, and the family also raises pigs and chickens, not only do you no longer have to go hungry, but also have meat to eat...... If it weren't for the captain and our detachment, our family would have been able to live such a good life......"

"But at least you won't die!" Zhang Ran said guiltily.

"A good day always has to be won by someone who sheds blood and sacrifices, and I remember what you said, captain......"

Ma Jintian said, looked at his father, mother, brothers and sisters, and said, "My father and mother are all fat, and it is worth my death......"

The family cried heartbreakingly, Zhang Ran couldn't help wiping away tears, comforting the family, and assured Ma Jinshan: "As long as the detachment still exists for one day, it will not let the uncles and aunts be wronged, don't worry!" ”

Ma Jintian's pupils had already begun to dilate, and he didn't know if he had heard what Zhang Ran said about how much money was given to those martyrs and how much free fertilizer was given every year, so he just muttered: "Captain, if there is a next life, I will still join the Eighth Route Army, and I will follow the captain and comrades to fight devils and local tyrants......"

After saying this, he lost his breath.

"Jin Tian, Jin Tian, ......"

"Brother, don't you die......"

The family hugged Ma Jintian's corpse and cried, and those who knew the situation here couldn't help but have red eyes.

Zhang Ran was outside the courtyard of the branch hospital, and his mood was extremely bad.

There were familiar villagers and soldiers who wanted to come over to comfort him, but they didn't know what to say, and finally left far away, leaving him alone.

After more than half an hour, Ma Jintian's family barely stopped crying and walked out.

When Zhang Ran saw them, he had an urge to escape, but he had to pestle there.

He thought he would be subjected to verbal abuse and scuffling, and he was prepared for this, after all, because of himself, they lost their son.

But the family was actually bowing to Zhang Ran.

"My son killed a devil and avenged the villagers of Weijiapo, I heard about it!"

The old man looked at Zhang Ran and said, "This kid has not had much interest since he was born, and now he has finally come out again, thank you Captain Zhang for ......"

Listening to these words, Zhang Ran was speechless.

"You guys, follow Captain Zhang, fight the devil well......"

The old man looked at the soldiers who were watching from afar and cried: "Jin Tian said, if there is a next life, he will follow you to fight devils!" ”

"Don't worry, Uncle Jintian, Comrade Jin Tian will not die in vain, we will definitely kill a hundred, a thousand devils and avenge him!"

Kang Ting led all the fighters and began to roar.

"If we had a better medicine, Ma Jintian might not die......"

Han Jinshan came over after a long time, and said as if he had made an unforgivable mistake: "Although his knife wound is on the stomach, his internal organs have not been damaged much, and the main thing is infection...... Sulfonamides can't control the infection at all, and the side effects are ......"

"Don't do that, I know you've done your best!"

Zhang Ran comforted Han Jinshan, even at this moment, he himself needed to be comforted.

"I know I've done my best, but I'm a doctor, and I thought I could save him!"

Han Jinshan sniffed and said, "What scares me even more is that in the future, there will be many people who have suffered the same injuries as Ma Jintian, but they will die because they can't control the infection...... Captain, please think of a way to find a better cure to control the infection......"

"There will be, there will be!"

Zhang Ran nodded vigorously, but his heart was at a loss.

As someone who came back from decades later, how could he not have known that penicillin, a better cure for wound infection control than sulfonamides?

In fact, in his memory, even decades later, he couldn't find a better antibiotic than penicillin!

He was very sure that if there was really penicillin, Ma Jintian would not die nine times out of ten!

It won't be long before he recovers, and he can train with everyone alive and kick around, and go into battle with everyone to kill devils!

But the point is that there is no penicillin!

Not to mention that there is a lack of materials in the base area, in fact, penicillin has not been created at all until now!

The antibacterial and anti-inflammatory effect of penicillin has actually been discovered more than ten years ago.

But discovering it is not the same thing as being created and being able to use it on the wounded!

Although the discipline of biomedicine has been gradually established in the United Kingdom and the United States and other countries, the current biomedical science is still very imperfect, and basically all of them are in the stage of crossing the river by feeling the stones.

Culture, purification, isolation and other technologies are restricting the way in which penicillin can be found and then mass-produced and used in the wounded.

According to Zhang Ran's vague understanding of penicillin, penicillin, which is only vaguely remembered, was officially created, and it should have been more than four years after the outbreak of World War II!

Moreover, after penicillin was created, it was by no means something that ordinary people could use at the beginning, and the same volume of penicillin often had to be exchanged for several times the volume of gold!

In China, only those high-ranking officials or high-ranking officials of the chairman's army can use it.

Ordinary soldiers, don't even think about it!

Not to mention the poor clanging soldiers of the Eighth Route Army on the battlefield behind enemy lines!

"Penicillin, I don't believe that this penicillin can't be made!"

Thinking of Ma Jintian's death, thinking that in this long war, there will be thousands of brave soldiers and little devils fighting desperately, and finally did not die on the battlefield, but died in the hospital due to wound infection without antibiotics, Zhang Ran wanted to hit his head against the wall with anger.

They shouldn't have died like this, they shouldn't have died like this!

He can accept the soldiers dying on the battlefield, and he absolutely can't accept them dying in such a way!

"Penicillin is the ...... obtained by discovering mildew plaque such as melon shells and orange peels, extracting and cultivating, and finally isolating."

For penicillin, that's all Zhang Ran knows.

But even if he only knew this, it would never discourage him from making penicillin!

No matter how long it takes, he vows that his detachment must achieve its own production of penicillin!

That thought was firm to the extreme!

But it's clear that this won't happen overnight.

But Zhang Ran feels that at least from now on, preparations can be made.

For example, we began to collect the relevant equipment needed to prepare penicillin, such as various glassware, such as a microscope for observation, and asked people to help inquire about where we could find relatively professional talents......

Of course, the most urgent thing at present is how to give these martyrs a relatively decent funeral, and at the same time fully mobilize the determination of everyone in the base area and detachment to resist to the end.