The assault company stayed at the old Chinese doctor's house for nearly ten days, and the soldiers' illnesses were almost cured, and Liao Changsheng proposed to leave, not wanting to cause any more trouble to the old man. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Indeed, the soldiers were very relaxed during the ten days here, eating and drinking, as if they were away from the world, and this kind of life was unforgettable.

"The company commander said let's go, let's go, don't forget that we are a soldier!" A soldier stepped forward and said.

The other brothers were silent, tidying up their things, taking off their clothes, washing them, folding them on the side of the bed, and changing into their military uniforms.

The spirit came naturally, straightening his waist, and he still felt a sense of belt in this outfit.

In order not to disturb the old gentleman, after they all fell asleep, Liao Changsheng quietly walked out with his brothers.

However, the old gentleman did not fall asleep, as if he sensed that someone was leaving, he turned on the bedroom with the oil lamp and walked out slowly.

"Company Commander Liao, Company Commander Liao, where are you going?" The old gentleman asked in a low voice.

Liao Changsheng hurriedly stepped forward to help, "Old man, we have to go, we have to go to the battlefield!" ”

Liao Changsheng's answer made the old gentleman teary-eyed, the old gentleman has treated them like children these days, but when he heard that he was going to go to the battlefield, it would be a dead man.

The old Chinese medicine doctor didn't want this group of young children to die, and asked a little sadly, "Will you come back?" ”

In fact, everyone knows that it is unknown whether they will survive or not, let alone look forward to returning here for two days of leisurely life.

"Yes, old man, go and rest!" Liao Changsheng helped the old Chinese medicine doctor to his bedroom.

The old Chinese medicine doctor did not move, and said affectionately, "Let me send you to the entrance of the town!" ”

The old Chinese medicine doctor followed the assault company to the entrance of the town with his old steps.

The old Chinese medicine doctor raised his right hand, waved at the soldiers, and watched the back slowly move away.

At this moment, a figure appeared in the crowd, and the man who was shot in the abdomen staggered up, fell to the ground without standing firmly, and shouted at Liao Changsheng, "Save me, save the brothers!" ”

Liao Changsheng helped him up, and there were traces of gunpowder on his face, and he couldn't see clearly at night.

Liao Changsheng held the man's hand, the tiger's mouth was calloused, he should be a person with a gun, and he was either a soldier or a bandit in this year.

Anyway? Saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, Liao Changsheng rushed back with the man on his back, but fortunately he didn't leave far.

Soon back in the town, the old Chinese medicine doctor walked alone, just walked to his door, heard footsteps, and glanced back.

The young people of the assault company came back again, and Liao Changsheng ran forward, "Old man, I have to trouble you to save him!" ”

The old Chinese medicine doctor couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, but he felt that this person was not lightly injured, "Quick, quickly carry it in!" ”

Liao Changsheng gently put the wounded down, under the reflection of the grass lamp, the man was injured all over his body, and what made him so unbearable was the shot in the abdomen.

Liao Changsheng looked at this face very familiarly, and tried his best to think about it, as if it was the person who gave him a bag of rice that day, and blurted out, "It's you!" ”

"Who is it?" The soldiers wondered.

"The benefactor who gave us food that day!"

The wounded endured the pain and smiled at his brothers, and the old Chinese medicine doctor came up with his own medicine box and tore open the clothes on the wounded's abdomen.

The flesh that had been lifted by the bullet had turned purple into a piece of dead flesh, and the depth of the bullet's sinking inside was unknown.

"Young man, I don't have any anesthetic here, you have to hold back!" The old Chinese medicine doctor comforted the wounded and said.

"Come on, old man! I could hold back. ”

"Company Commander Liao, you go to the yard to get a basin of clear water!" Liao Changsheng walked out with a copper basin and came in with a basin of water.

The old Chinese medicine doctor was very old, and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and the old Chinese medicine doctor hesitated and did not dare to go under the knife.

"Come on! The old gentleman is fine. The wounded man said again.

The old Chinese medicine doctor held the knife and roasted it on the fire, and slowly touched the wound, cutting a hole in the flesh of the bullet, and the congealed wound began to bleed again.

The wounded man's face was covered with sweat, he could hear the sound of his teeth poking when he gritted his teeth, his vertical arms were swollen, and his fists were clenched tightly.

The old Chinese medicine doctor also had sweat dripping on his face, and no matter how calm he was, he was a little nervous, and he took the pliers to clip the bullet out of the wound.

"Wow!" When I put it in the water, it was instantly dyed a pale red.

The old Chinese medicine doctor cut off the necrotic flesh and applied a self-created hemostatic drug, and he was exhausted.

The wounded also passed out of a coma, but the good news is that the wounded are out of danger and saved.

"Help Mr. go down and rest!" Liao Changsheng looked at the sleepy old Chinese medicine doctor and hurriedly asked his brothers to help him down.

Liao Changsheng took the bullet in the water and looked at it, it was the bullet of the devil's 38 big cover, and it was certain that the wounded man in front of him was an anti-Japanese soldier, so the team that transported the grain that day was also an anti-Japanese team.

Liao Changsheng was afraid that something would happen, so he stayed by the side of the wounded and lay down all night, there was no danger, and the wounded woke up the next day, and his face was still a little pale and he had to rest for a few days.

Liao Changsheng looked at the wounded and asked happily, "Can you tell me which team you are?" ”

"We are soldiers of the fifth detachment of the Eighth Route Army, and we received an order from Commander Zhu to support the Wujiang Campaign!" The wounded said weakly.

"The Eighth Route Army?" Liao Changsheng was very excited when he heard this word, as if he had found an organization, and asked, "Do you know Comrade Hu Xiujiang?" ”

"Of course, he is the political commissar sent by the fifth detachment to the Wulong War Zone!"

Liao Changsheng was so excited that he almost burst into tears, he really found the organization, and he didn't ask too much about the organization, why was the lying man injured? Now is the point.

"Have you been attacked by devils? What about the rest of the brothers? ”

"We were originally an infiltration team sent by the detachment, but we were discovered by the devils, and the base was attacked, wounded, and killed, and when I escaped, the captain and some brothers were still fighting with the devils." The wounded man said guiltily that if it weren't for the request for rescue, he would not have abandoned his comrades.

"Where are they now? I took my brothers to save him. Liao Changsheng did not hesitate, just like when they gave themselves a bag of rice, this kind of kindness has to be repaid, not to mention that everyone is anti-Japanese.

Hearing Liao Changsheng's words with no ulterior motives, the wounded man was very moved and said, "On the hill where I met you twenty miles out that day, the strong man who promised to give you food that day was our captain, Captain Zhou!" ”

"Rest well, if they are still alive, I will definitely bring them back, wait for the good news!"

"Please!"

Liao Changsheng went out to gather the team and told the whole company the truth, the soldiers were high-spirited, and they hadn't been on the battlefield for a long time, not to mention that this time they were going to save their benefactor.

The kindness of a bag of rice is remembered by the soldiers, and the hatred of the country and the family is unforgettable!