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This mountain is majestic and steep, the cliff is like a cut, and the peak towers into the sky.

On a sunny day, climb high and look far away here, within a hundred miles, you can see it all. It's refreshing and open-minded.

Therefore, 30 kilometers northwest of Licheng is the mountainside of Guangzhi Mountain. The hinterland here is wide, the grass is green, the forest and spring reflect each other, and the environment is beautiful.

The hospital of the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army is located on the mountainside, and the scenery is unique.

"Brigadier Commander, you're finally awake, do you know? You've been in a coma for a week. The guard who had been accompanying Wang Liang's bedside was happy to see that Wang Liang woke up and was happy.

Wang Liang nodded slightly, unable to move, without any strength at all.

Because he has been in a coma and has no way to eat, he has been relying on fluids to maintain his physiological needs for the past few days.

So weakness is inevitable.

"Brigadier Commander, you must be hungry after sleeping for so long, right? I'll go to the room and get some porridge to feed you! "Joy and goodness.

Wang Liang couldn't speak, because there was a wound on his face, which was embedded, and the shrapnel of the grenade had just been taken out of it, and he naturally couldn't move after stitching it up.

Feeling really hungry, Wang Liang blinked his eyes and said yes.

Not long after Xishun went out, several doctors came and checked Wang Liang's blood pressure, blood pressure, and knife wound.

Obviously, this is the doctor who Xishun went to inform.

"The condition has stabilized, and I need to recuperate for a while. If it hadn't been delivered in time, it would have been dangerous. After an examination, no problems were found, and the doctor said to Wang Liang with a smile.

All Wang Liang could do was blink his eyes and wave his arms to express his gratitude.

"Xiao Xia, the patient will be handed over to you, you must take care of it." Before going out, the doctor asked Xia Xi, the nurse on the side.

"Don't worry, Director." Xia Xi, who had been staring at Wang Liang on the hospital bed, came back to his senses and hurriedly agreed.

For Wang Liang's patient, the hospital did not dare to ignore it.

This kid was escorted by a guard regiment, and these cadres in the hospital have never seen a leader with such a big style.

In addition, as soon as the front foot entered the operating room, the head of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region No. 123 called him, and then the leaders of various divisions and regiments called to inquire.

What is even more shocking is that Yan'an also sent a telegram to inquire and asked the hospital to make every effort to rescue Wang Liang and follow up on Wang Liang's condition.

This can't help but make the headquarters hospital wonder if the one they rescued is really just a brigade commander?

It can't be the head of the Central Committee, right?

Although the brigade commander was also a cadre of no small rank, in 1941, the number of troops under the leadership of the Communist Party had reached 440,000, including 305,000 in the Eighth Route Army and 135,000 in the New Fourth Army.

Because it is a newly expanded organization, the number of people in a brigade of the Eighth Route Army ranges from 2,000 to 6,000.

This means that there are about 150 brigades, and the corresponding brigade-level cadres are at least 1,000.

In addition, there are countless organs and headquarters.

Therefore, a brigade commander is not worthy of such a mobilization.

Since I can't figure it out, I simply don't explore this issue anymore, and there is no point in it.

I should be concerned about my own comrades, and it is an obligation to spare no effort to treat them.

"Brigadier Commander, you're not drinking?" A bowl of rice porridge Wang Liang only drank a few tablespoons and refused to continue drinking, which only made Xishun a little worried.

"En~En~Paper~" Wang Liang made a few indistinct sounds in his mouth.

"Brigadier, did you mean to ask for paper? Do you want to write? Hee Soon asked.

Wang Liang blinked, indicating that he was right.

Xishun hurriedly ran to the nurse's desk to ask for paper and pen, and put them on Wang Liang's right hand.

The hands are good, the arms are good, there are no serious injuries, and writing is perfectly fine.

Wang Liang picked up the pen and wrote a few words, and then put the pen down.

There were only four words on the paper, "a regiment of cavalry"

Hee Shun understood what the brigade commander meant at a glance, he wanted to know the situation of the first regiment and the cavalry battalion.

"Brigade commander, the first regiment lost one hundred and twenty-three soldiers, the cavalry battalion, the cavalry battalion sacrificed two hundred and seventy-eight soldiers, Battalion Commander Sun, Battalion Commander Sun In order to save you, no, there is no arm." Hee Soon choked up as he spoke, and then he couldn't hold back his emotions and cried out.

He was only seventeen years old and still a child.

Although he achieved good results in martial arts competitions, he did not participate in the revolution for a long time, and he participated in very few battles.

But the last battle was definitely something he will never forget.

It seems that the word tragic can no longer be used to describe it vividly.

If you really want to find a noun, the word "meat grinder" is probably not an exaggeration.

Wang Liang sighed, closed his eyes, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Wang Liang seems to have not cried like this for a long, long time.

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A few days later.

Sun Desheng came to Wang Liang's ward with the support of Xishun, and his face looked much better than Wang Liang's.

After all, he was only missing an arm, and the knife wounds on other parts of his body were not very serious.

"Brigadier Commander! Sun Desheng, commander of the cavalry battalion of the Independent Brigade, reports to you! Sun Desheng gave Wang Liang a military salute with his only remaining right hand, and he was full of spirit.

"Thank you, grandson, brother!" Wang Liang kept staring at Sun Desheng's empty left sleeve, feeling very uncomfortable.

Sun Desheng lost his left arm to protect himself.

Although the left arm was brought back, it was helpless for too long, and it had already died, and it could not be connected.

"Brigade commander, where did you say this, I, Sun Desheng, have been following you to fight, and I admire you the most. Don't say it's an arm, I'll save you if your life hits me. Isn't it just an arm? I still have my right hand, and I can still kill devils! Sun Desheng's mood swings were not large, and he had already thought about this problem clearly within 0.01 seconds when he stretched out his arm to save Wang Liang.

Wang Liang didn't know what to say, anyway, he didn't feel good in his heart.

This is his brother, who can protect his brother with his life.

Wang Liang knew that if Sun Desheng hadn't stepped forward, he would definitely have hung up that day, and he would remember this kindness for a lifetime.

"Old Sun, recuperate from your injuries with peace of mind, and when your injuries are healed, go back to the army, return to our independent brigade, and be the battalion commander of the cavalry battalion." Wang Liang said the longest passage since he was injured in one breath, although the wound on his face was very painful, but it didn't matter.

"Since the brigade commander can still trust me, then I will continue to work, lead the cavalry battalion, and promise not to embarrass our independent brigade." Sun Desheng was very happy and replied in a hoarse voice.

The more he saw Sun Desheng so calm and light, the more uncomfortable Wang Liang became.

In the future, we must spare no effort to take care of Sun Desheng, Wang Liang thought silently in his heart.