The fire was burning and crackling, and after a brief moment of confusion, the entire hospital began to evacuate in an orderly manner again.

In the midst of the noise, a young nurse let out a low cry.

She had just been dug out of the rubble, and she rushed back at once, tearfully pulling at the rubble with the other warriors in the hope of rescuing one more person from the rubble.

Before the bombing, she persuaded several wounded soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who refused to evacuate.

It stands to reason that soldiers take obedience to orders as their duty, and if you want to withdraw, you have to withdraw, but a few soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who have improved and can basically take care of themselves do not withdraw, but have to stay behind to cover other comrades-in-arms.

There are many more wounded like this, and the little nurse is tasked with persuading a few of the wounded she once cared for to evacuate as soon as possible.

But before he could say a few words, the first bomb fell.

The sudden explosion made the little nurse, who had never experienced an air raid, instantly stunned, and completely forgot the air defense drills she had done. Although she forgot, several soldiers of the Eighth Route Army did not, and the moment she heard the explosion, someone threw her to the ground, and used her body to block the impact of the explosion behind her.

The little nurse who was crushed under him couldn't see anything, he could only feel that the warrior pressing on him was getting heavier and heavier, and the original steady breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and finally became inaudible.

The little nurse's hand had been cut by sharp tiles and was bleeding, but she didn't care about it at all, just digging hard with tears in her eyes.

Bricks, rubble, even large rocks that she couldn't move at the moment she could easily retreat.

Her expression was tingling, digging numbly, digging

It wasn't until a drooping arm appeared in front of her that her numb face fluctuated a little.

Seeing this arm, the little nurse's hand moved faster, and the blood flowed more from her hand.

Soon, with the help of other fighters, the warrior who was buried under the rubble was dug up.

Wiping the stains off her face with her hands, the little nurse found that the person she had just pulled out she knew, a soldier who had been in the same room with him before the explosion, and who was now breathing with his eyes closed. Someone poked his nostrils for a breath, then shook his head and turned to continue digging for the other survivors.

The little nurse touched the soldier's body, which was still with a little body temperature, put away her tears, knelt in front of him, took a deep breath, and began cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

chest compressions,

mouth-to-mouth resuscitation

Every action of the little nurse is strictly and meticulously executed.

Although there is little hope, the little nurse is unwilling to give up this last ray of life.

In just a minute, beads of sweat were on her forehead, and her arms were starting to ache, but even so, she continued to follow the standards meticulously.

Time passed little by little, and she didn't know how long it took, but her fingers suddenly felt a slight tremor.

Lean down and put your ear to the warrior's chest to listen.

"Knock~Knock~Knock!"

"Knock~Knock~Knock!"

Her heart beat again, and the sound made her cry with joy, and tears flowed down her eyes again.

At this moment, she felt a feeling of weakness coming, and she sat on the ground with her ass weak, then opened her mouth and shouted loudly, "Get back!" Rescue! Come on! ”

A large hand was placed on her shoulder, and a gentle voice came from behind her, "Leave it to me, thank you." ”

Then, two fighters passed by him, skillfully put the wounded on a stretcher, and carried them away.

The little nurse turned around and found that it was a twenty-five or sixteen-year-old soldier of the Eighth Route Army who had just spoken.

His face was black and dusty, and he couldn't see what he looked like, but she was sure that he didn't know this person.

"You are?" The little nurse asked.

Yun Conglong squatted down, looked at the little nurse's face, and said in a soft tone, "I am Yun Conglong of the Flying Tigers of the New Second Regiment, and I was ordered to come to support, our Flying Tigers are the first to come, and the large army should arrive soon." ”

The little nurse looked at Yun Conglong with some surprise, the plane had just left, and there were troops to support, so she asked with a little doubt, "Big troops?" Which troop is it? Whose order is it? ”

"It's the new second regiment! It was an order from the headquarters. Our entire new second regiment will come! Don't worry, with us, the devil won't dare to come again. ”

"That's good!" The little nurse supported the ground with her hands and stood up hard, but as soon as she stood up, she felt black in front of her eyes and was about to faint.

Yun Conglong stretched out his hand to support him, "Don't be reluctant, cardiopulmonary resuscitation is very physically exhausting, you can rest for a while." ”

The little nurse shook her head to sober herself up, then stared at Yun Conglong, "How do you know this?" ”

"It was the regiment commander who asked the health guards to teach us, and every soldier of our Flying Tigers has received first aid training." As he spoke, he pointed to the other Flying Tigers fighters who were helping to rescue the wounded.

After a short break, the little nurse felt that the dizziness disappeared and her strength had regained a bit, so she said, "Thank you! I'm rested, I'm going to rescue the wounded. ”

Yun Conglong took out a few pieces of candy from his pocket, handed them to the little nurse, and said, "You take this first, and if you still feel dizzy, you can eat one." ”

Looking at the candy cube, the little nurse swallowed, "Thank you, no need!" ”

"Take it! We big men don't like to eat this sweet thing, but our head of the regiment has to stuff it for us, saying that it can replenish physical strength at a critical moment! ”

The little nurse hesitated for a moment, and only took a piece, "Your regiment is quite rich!" ”

Yun Conglong scratched his head, "How can there be?" Poor Dingdong, it's just that our Flying Tigers are treated better. ”

"Report!" A voice interrupted both conversations.

Yun Conglong glanced at it, it was Zhao Mengde, the youngest soldier in the team.

Zhao Mengde was just over 14 years old, he used to be the head of the Zhaozhuang Children's Regiment, and he was a new soldier who joined the regiment with political commissar Yue Hong.

Zhao Mengde took out a few bullet shells from his pocket and handed them to Yun Conglong, "Captain, this is what I found, these shells are not the caliber we commonly use, nor are they the calibers commonly used by devils." ”

Yun Conglong picked up the bullet casing and pinched it, and then his face sank, "This seems to mean that the head of the regiment said .45." ”

"What gun?" Zhao Mengde asked.

"It seems to be an American-style submachine gun, I haven't seen it, but the regiment commander has seen it." Yun Conglong thought for a moment, and then said, "I'll just tell the head of the regiment about this, you'd better not mention it, so as not to touch your brows." ”

"What brow I can't touch?" Ding Wei's voice came from not far away.