The gray sky of dawn shrouded the battlefield after the brutal battle, and the smell of gunsmoke, blood, and rancid stench filled the air.

Shen Chen forcefully dragged a soldier behind cover. The soldier's young, alarmed eyes showed a vague pleading look, and his shirt was stained with blood.

It was a little brighter again, and Shen Chen realized where the blood was coming from. She unbuttoned the soldier's shirt and saw blood running down his sleeve like a spring.

Although it had been several days since she joined the ambulance team, Shen Chen had not dealt with such a serious injury, but according to the knowledge in her mind, she realized that he had been hit by a flowering bullet, and the tear was almost from the arm to the shoulder, which was a rupture of the artery. There was a silent pleading in the wounded soldier's eyes, and Shen Chen knew he had to do something.

Tearing off the bloody sleeves and tearing out the strips of cloth, Shen Chen tied it up the upper side of the wound, seeing that the blood flowed a lot less, she took out the medicine and gauze from the first-aid kit and bandaged the wound.

The wounded soldier snorted softly, his voice low and muddy, and his gaze was a little glazed, but he could already see the young woman in front of him clearly. His chapped lips twitched twice, and he said a faint thank you.

Shen Chen smiled, nodded slightly, took off the kettle on the wounded soldier, and fed him two sips of water. The stretcher team came up, and she beckoned to send the wounded soldiers to the stretcher, watching the eyes intertwined with earnestness, gratitude, pain and other emotions gradually disappear with the stretcher and the ambulance team.

When Japanese warships flying the sun flag were rampage through the Huangpu River, overturning Chinese fishing boats, shelling Chinese cities and villages, and arbitrarily massacring the Chinese people, the patriotic impulse of the Chinese did not need words to mobilize.

The Songhu Anti-Japanese War began, and the battlefield ambulance officially began. The Chinese garrison engaged in fierce battles with the Japanese invading forces at the North Sichuan Road and other places, and the Shanghai ambulance team, which had just been organized, dispatched more than a dozen ambulance trucks, each with five people in each car, to serve on the front line that night.

With the protracted war and the continuous expansion of the scale of the war, the ambulance team has traveled all over the areas of Dachang, Luodian, Baoshan, Jiading, Nanxiang and Kunshan, and hundreds of enthusiastic young people carrying stretchers, first-aid kits, comfort goods and dozens of ambulances have traveled back and forth between the wounded soldiers' hospitals, refugee shelters and forward positions.

The work of field ambulance is arduous and often risking their lives, but in the frequent rush between the front line and the rear, the ambulance team members have no complaints, and even after sending the wounded soldiers to the hospital, they often do not even bother to eat and drink, and go to the front line again.

When Shen Chen was finally able to hide in the ruined street shop and rest for a while, her eyes froze. Beneath the masonry was the bloody corpse of a devil, and beside it, a rifle was exposed.

She seemed to forget her tiredness at once, stepped forward and grabbed the rifle in her hand. This is a branch of 38 big covers. Pull the bolt and inspect the gun, except for some scorch marks on the stock, the other parts are functioning normally.

Rubbing against the cold gun, Shen Chen felt that his blood was heating up, and that long-lost familiar feeling filled his body. Yes, her veins are the blood of Emperor Qin and Han Wu, the descendants of Emperor Qin and Han Wu can endure thousands of years of poverty and backwardness, but they must not tolerate any foreign invasion and wanton killing.

Picking up the broken bricks and stones again, Shen Chen pulled out the devil's body, untied the belt and bullet box from the devil's body, and armed himself. Shen Chen may not have realized that her eyes were becoming sharp, and her whole person was changing......

"Boom!" A cannon rang out, and a cloud of smoke and dust exploded not far away, and a house collapsed, filling the air with dust.

The battle began again.

There was a slight tremor on the ground, as if a heavy train was passing far away. But soon the noise widened like ripples of water, and the ruins began to shake, and the roof support groaned.

Captain Tian shuddered as if he had woken up, and then leaned out of the bunker to observe. Judging by experience, the tanks of the Japanese were dispatched!

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a rumbling behemoth appeared in the street in the distance, its silhouette resembling a small hill that would move in mythology. Then came the second and third.

As the metal tracks of the enemy tanks rolled in, many Japanese soldiers like little monsters were insidiously hiding behind the shadow of the tanks, crawling or jumping to follow.

"Prepare the cluster grenades!" Commander Tian commanded loudly, he pressed his body against the sandbag fortification, observed it with a telescope, and could even feel his heart beating firmly and powerfully.

"Smack!" Shots rang out, but only alone.

Captain Tian was still holding the binoculars, and the sound of Japanese guns did not make him feel special.

"Smack!" Another gunshot rang out, and Head Tian frowned. He believed that he was not mistaken, and in the binoculars, a Japanese soldier behind the tank had fallen down, and it was an officer wielding a command knife.

For a long time, "Smack!" At the sound of gunfire, another Japanese soldier fell, carrying a machine gun in his arms.

Commander Tian couldn't help but turn his head to look, the gunfire was on the side, but what he saw was the collapsed houses and the ruins, but he couldn't see the shadow of the shooter.

"Boom, boom!" The devil's tank fired, and the machine gun clicked. The offensive began, and Commander Tian had no time to look for the cold-gun attackers.

In Shen Chen's eyes, it was a slightly unfamiliar battlefield scene: there were broken bricks and stones everywhere, ruins and broken walls, scattered with bullet casings, empty canned food boxes, weapon parts, blood-stained rags, and occasionally the corpses of both the enemy and the enemy.

Although her first rebirth was in the Northeast, fighting devils in the white mountains and black waters, and having a terrifying nickname "Hu Da", this kind of street fighting has never been experienced.

Still, the ruins of the building and the countless ruins provided her with countless shelters, and she wisely did not choose the main position of the Nationalist Army, but hid like a ghost in a corner of the side of the main position.

The shooting range is not spacious, but it is safe and reliable. With a distance of more than 300 meters, with the skills he had cultivated in his previous life and the extraordinary eyesight he had inherited, after two test shots, Shen Chen continued to adjust and quickly adapted to the 38 rifle in his hand with little recoil, but very accurate.

Although the Japanese tanks were thin and small, the main means of the national army, which lacked armor-piercing weapons, were explosive packs and cluster grenades in the Battle of Songhu, and this method would undoubtedly cause great casualties.