After Da Zhuang left, the three slippers continued to report and told all about today's battle. After Zheng Weiguo listened, he didn't make an evaluation, just nodded. There is so much to think about and reflect on this battle that he cannot jump to conclusions.

At this time, there was a noise in the courtyard, and there were several voices of women in anxiety and panic. Zheng Weiguo and Sanyuzi came out to take a look, only to see a lot of female soldiers coming to the courtyard.

Zheng Weiguo hurriedly asked, "Why are you here?" ”

A female soldier cried: "Woo, I heard that there are still devils in Chen Village, so the captain brought us over, but I didn't expect that she suddenly fainted as soon as she entered the village." ”

On the battlefield just now, Chen Wanchun's arm was cut by shrapnel. In order to avoid exposing her target, she insisted on dressing her wounds until the troops were attacking, resulting in massive blood loss. Since then, she has been fighting again, increasing the load on her body. After the battle, I heard that there were still devils in Chen Village, and the vengeful Chen Wanchun rushed over with her sisters despite her physical exhaustion. As soon as I entered the village, I learned that the devils had been completely eliminated, and as soon as the string in my heart was loosened, I fainted on the spot.

Zheng Weiguo saw that the hygienist was too busy for a while, so he stepped forward to check it and said, "The symptoms seem to be excessive blood loss, but there doesn't seem to be any big wounds on her body." "He has some basic surgical knowledge, but his medical skills are very average, so he is not very confident in this area.

The female soldier cried and told Chen Wanchun about her refusal to outflank her after she was injured. Everyone was surprised when they heard this, and the commanders and fighters of the Eastern Road Guerrilla Brigade were even more ashamed, because they were not even as strong as a woman.

The hygienist had just finished a minor operation, came over to take a look, and said, "Oh, the blood loss is so bad!" Why did you send it? As he spoke, he looked at Chen Wanchun's collar and saw that the letters AB were written. This showed that Wanchun's blood type was AB, and he hurriedly shouted at the nurse: "Hurry up and bring AB type plasma, the patient has to have a blood transfusion immediately!" ”

In order to facilitate battlefield ambulance, the security regiment completed the blood group testing of all personnel a week ago. Since there are no epaulettes on the current uniform, the blood type is written on the collar.

A nurse hurriedly brought over a bag of plasma and said, "Captain, we have run out of AB plasma, which was seized from the devil." Do you think it works? ”

The hygienist said, "It's just the AB type!" The blood of devils is no different from ours. ”

It is true that these plasma were brought by the devil, but most of the blood was drawn from the Chinese. Historically, devils often captured innocent people to draw blood, and even brutally drained a person's blood when the war was urgent. The security team didn't know about the situation now, and thought it was the devil himself, and they were a little resistant psychologically.

Chen Wanchun didn't know what to wake up, but she was still very weak, and when she heard that it was the blood of the devil, she hurriedly said: "I don't lose the blood of the devil!" As he spoke, he struggled to get up, but his strength was exhausted, and he soon collapsed again.

The hygienist persuaded: "Girl, you have lost too much blood now, and the blood transfusion is conducive to the rapid recovery of the body." ”

Wanchun's face was pale, but she shook her head stubbornly.

The hygienist had no choice but to ask, "Is there any type O plasma?" ”

The nurse took a look at it and said, "Also, but it was also seized from the devil." ”

The hygienist had no choice but to persuade again: "Girl, why are you so stubborn? It doesn't matter whose blood he is, as long as he can use it! ”

Wanchun said: "I'd rather die than let the blood of devils bleed on my body!" ”

Zheng Weiguo rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his arm, and said, "Pump mine, I'm AB blood type!" ”

The hygienist hesitated a little and said, "Uh, Tuanza, this ......"

Zheng Weiguo said: "Don't rub it in! ”

Four hundred CC of blood was quickly drawn out of Zheng Weiguo's body and transfused into Wanchun's veins. She didn't speak, only two lines of tears ran down her pale cheeks.

Seeing that the regiment took the lead in donating blood, the commanders and fighters were not far behind, and they raised their sleeves one after another. Some fighters, regardless of whether their blood was useful or not, insisted that the hygienist pull out a tube and come out, which made the hygienist cry and laugh.

After a brief treatment, the wounded were sent to the county seat, and then they were transferred to Qiliba in District 8. Although Zheng Weiguo judged that the devil should not launch a large-scale attack in the near future, this kind of thing is not absolute. In case the commander of the devil has a brain pump and sends a large team of men to retaliate, it will be bad if the wounded have not had time to move.

Zheng Weiguo personally escorted the wounded back and did not stop in Chen Village for long. In fact, in the first battle of Chen Village, the East Road Guerrilla Brigade suffered heavy casualties, and he was needed to calm the people, but he handed over all this mess to Sanluozi and the county magistrate Li Zhen'an. On the battlefield, he was fearless. But when he returned from the battle, he didn't dare to face the villagers who had lost their relatives, and he didn't dare to look at those eyes full of pain.

You may have doubts, the special forces have this little psychological quality? In fact, special forces are also flesh and blood, and they are not as strong as everyone thinks. Every time a special combat team member returns from a mission, he or she will be more or less psychologically traumatized, and he needs to be carefully conditioned by a psychiatrist, otherwise it will be easy for problems to occur after a long time.

Zheng Weiguo needs time to adapt to the cruelty of the Anti-Japanese War, but the Anti-Japanese War has just begun, and it will only become more cruel and tragic in the future. Maybe one day, he will become like a stone, and shout at the other end of the phone: "Don't tell me about casualties, I want a position!" ”

Uh, that's a bit far, let's get down to business. Zheng Weiguo and the others traveled west along the official road, and the people along the way still welcomed them. Some mothers and sisters-in-law wiped their tears when they saw the wounded, which made the soldiers feel sad. Zheng Weiguo wants to arrange all the wounded to the villagers' homes, so that they can feel the warmth of home? However, he gave up after thinking about it for a while, and couldn't add to the burden on the villagers.

Before he arrived at the county seat, Feng Kun suddenly rode up to greet him, saying that there was a guest in the city and asked him to rush back as soon as possible.

Feng Kun said: "Tuanzao, Uncle Lao Gen'er said please go back as soon as possible!" ”

Zheng Weiguo said: "What kind of guest?" So urgent! ”

Feng Kun whispered in his ear: "Eight roads! ”

Zheng Weiguo was surprised: "Eight roads! Are you sure? He had been hoping to find the organization, but when the organization really sent someone, he was inexplicably apprehensive.

There are still several miles away from the county seat, and the people in the city can be heard in the distance setting off firecrackers to celebrate. When everyone went into the city, they found that the city was more lively than they imagined. I don't know who invited a troupe to set up a stage performance on the cross street, and a group of jugglers performed along the street on stilts. Ordinary people, men and women, young and old, poured into the streets to carnival, just like the Chinese New Year.

After Zheng Weiguo and the others arrived, the people were even more excited. When the sharp-eyed people saw Zheng Weiguo, they immediately shouted: "Long live the security group!" Long live Captain Zheng! Many people also shouted. This situation made Zheng Weiguo a little embarrassed, he felt that he was far from meeting the standard of long live.

At this time, it was probably not fashionable to send flowers to leaders and the like. The way the villagers expressed their feelings was also very simple, just like the last time they came back from fighting devils, many people stuffed an egg into the hands or pins of the commanders and fighters, and if they were wounded, they sent more things. From Chen Village to the county seat, the villagers were stuffed with many people along the way, and Zheng Weiguo had to carry a big basket in one hand.

He felt that it was not good to meet the comrades of the Eighth Road, so he said: "Let's send the eggs to the hospital first, and make up for the wounded!" ”

Feng Kun teased: "Tuanzuo, you said that if you don't take a stitch from the people, why do you need two baskets of eggs from the villagers?" ”

Zheng Weiguo couldn't cry or laugh, and said: "Can I push me off!" ”

After the villagers sent a lot of things last time, Zheng Weiguo felt uneasy. Because these things are all things that the villagers are reluctant to eat, and they are saved for festivals or for money. It's all given to the security team, how will they live in the future? Therefore, Zheng Weiguo formulated military regulations in accordance with the three eight points of discipline and eight points of attention, requiring commanders and fighters not to take things from fellow villagers for nothing. The materials that need to be requisitioned during the war must also be compensated to the villagers accordingly. The general principle is that it is better to suffer losses than to let the villagers suffer.

When they arrived at the hospital, they found that there were more people here, all of whom had come to visit the wounded. Some came to deliver medicine, nutritious products, and some offered ancestral home remedies for wounds, and some villagers even brought the hens that lay eggs at home. Some of the eldest girls and younger daughters-in-law were not shy anymore, and quickly washed the wounds and changed the dressing for the wounded.

Zheng Weiguo was very moved, and was about to say a few words, but saw Yu Laogen come over and said, "Tuanzao, you came so fast!" I and the comrades of the Eighth Road have just arrived. ”

Feng Kun was quick to talk and said with a smile: "Uncle Lao Gen'er, we are here to deliver eggs." ”

Zheng Weiguo also smiled and asked, "Are you also here to labor the army?" Where are the comrades of the Eighth Road? Let's take a look! ”

Yu Laogener reached out to touch the cigarette pouch, and remembered that he couldn't smoke here, so he had to retract his hand again. He pointed inside and said, "Donate blood inside!" That Captain Li is also really, saying that the blood of this Eighth Route comrade is good, so you have to use him! This eight-way comrade is also a man, and he stretched out his arm without saying a word. ”

Duan Shuanghu suddenly came out and said, "You don't know the way, these eight roads are the former Red Army, I heard that the bones are all red, and the blood is of course bright!" ”

Zheng Weiguo couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and said, "Dare to love Captain Li Bai to teach you medical knowledge." Let's go, let's go and meet this comrade of the Eighth Road together! ”

There was also a big man in the room who laughed and said, "I really haven't seen if the bones are red." However, this heart is definitely red. "Listening to the accent, I am a southerner, and I guess it is the Eighth Road comrade in Yu Laogen's mouth.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man in a long robe opened the curtain and walked out, arched his hand at everyone, and said with a smile: "My person Wang Da, the liaison officer of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army." ”