The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

The Devil's bomber group injured many people. Those who were seriously injured were in critical condition and their lives were in danger at any time. Yang Ling was sweating profusely at this moment, looking for military doctors everywhere.

A middle-aged doctor with blood on his white coat appeared in the corridor: "I'm a military doctor, what's your situation?"

Yang Ling stepped forward in two steps at a time, pointing to the dozens of people carried on stretchers behind him, he said, "They were injured by the devil's bomb, and they need to be rescued immediately!"

The military doctor Zhou Wenru didn't delay at all, and immediately turned around and shouted: "Hongying, quickly bring a few people over to distinguish the wounded from the serious to the serious—"

"I'm coming."

A female medical soldier in a delicate gray military uniform stretched out her sleeve to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and hurriedly handed over the task of cleaning the wound to the person next to her, and rushed over immediately.

When Yang Ling heard that the military doctor Zhou Wenru was called Hongying, he looked along. When he saw Zhang Hongying's familiar figure clearly, he suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart.

"Commander Yang!"

Zhang Hongying rushed forward, and also recognized the bloody, unshaven Yang Ling, a look of joy flashed across his tired face.

There was also a smile on Yang Ling's face: "Captain Zhang, we meet again." He was very happy to see Zhang Hongying here again.

When they were on the battlefield in Songhu, the guard company led by Yang Ling briefly protected Zhang Hongying's medical team, and the two sides were old acquaintances.

Later, the Songhu battlefield was defeated, and the company led by Yang Ling rescued the fugitive Zhang Hongying and the others from the devils. Later, Zhang Hongying and the others retreated to Nanjing, while Yang Ling and the others went to Jiangyin.

In these turbulent years, no one knows how long they can live. After many people are separated, they may never see each other again in this life. It has to be said that it is fate that Yang Ling can see Zhang Hongying again here.

"Hongying, work first—" military doctor Zhou Wenru saw Zhang Hongying talking with Yang Ling, turned around and urged loudly.

Zhang Hongying was very happy to see Yang Ling. She had tossed and turned countless times at night, worrying about the man who had saved her. Every time she heard news about Yang Ling's army, she would be excited for days, but then the news disappeared again. ...

She playfully stuck out her tongue at Yang Ling: "Commander Yang, I'll go and identify the wounded first."

"Okay, you go first." Yang Ling hurriedly stepped aside to get out of the way, watching Zhang Hongying striding past him.

Zhang Hongying is no longer the female student who just joined the medical team when she was in the Shanghai battlefield, and has now become a qualified medical soldier.

She worked very seriously and immediately separated dozens of lightly and seriously wounded.

"You help carry them in, they need immediate surgery—"

Zhang Hongying was busy in an orderly manner, while Yang Ling leaned on the pillar and looked at her, as if Zhang Hongying's smile was the ray of sunshine piercing the cloud, which made him feel relieved, very comfortable and relaxed, he was not sure if he liked it her.

"Hongying, do you know that soldier?" Military doctor Zhou Wenru asked the busy Zhang Hongying while instructing people to carry the seriously injured into surgery.

Zhang Hongying raised her head and glanced at Yang Ling who was leaning against the pillar and looking at her smiling. A blush appeared on her pretty face, and she nodded: "He saved my life."

Zhou Wenru said thoughtfully: "Hongying, now these soldiers are a mixed bag of fish and dragons, there are all kinds of people, your eyes should be bright, don't be fooled, I see the way the soldiers look at you Not right."

"Ah."

"Okay, just keep it in mind, take care of yourself outside, and I will go in and operate on the wounded."

After the military doctor Zhou Wenru gave an order, he strode into the house.

After Zhang Hongying bandaged the wounded sent over, she walked up to Yang Ling.

"Commander Yang, your arm is injured, sit down, and I'll bandage it for you."

Zhang Hongying's voice was still clear and moving, but Yang Ling could hear the exhaustion in it. The wounded soldiers were sent over in batches, and they, the medical soldiers, were under a lot of pressure.

After being reminded by Zhang Hongying, Yang Ling realized that the padded coat on his arm had been cut by the explosive film, and blood seeped out.

"It's a minor injury, it's fine."

Zhang Hongying forced Yang Ling to sit down, and said without doubt: "A small injury is an injury, what if it gets infected."

Yang Ling could hear the deep concern in her words, so he stopped struggling and let Zhang Hongying use scissors to cut open the cotton-padded clothes and bandage them with saline disinfection.

Yang Ling once saved Zhang Hongying's life. Zhang Hongying could vaguely remember that he was almost ruined by the devil in that dilapidated village. In the end, the man in front of him recklessly knocked them away and killed the devil who almost insulted his innocence.

From that moment on, Yang Ling's figure was lingering in her heart. The broad shoulders made her feel an unprecedented sense of security. Seeing Yang Ling again, her heart was like a deer bumping wildly, and she could no longer keep calm. .

"Captain Zhang, how are you doing?"

Zhang Hongying approached Yang Ling and carefully wiped his wound. Feeling restrained, he opened his mouth to break the silence.

"pretty good."

Zhang Hongying didn't dare to meet Yang Ling's gaze. The blush on her face made her look extraordinarily charming, and Yang Ling couldn't help but peek at her.

Yang Ling didn't know what to say, so he smiled embarrassedly: "That's good."

"I heard that you went to Jiangyin later?"

"Yes, we also killed a devil general outside Jiangyin. I am now the battalion commander of the lieutenant colonel." Yang Ling said ostentatiously.

"Then I can congratulate you, my Battalion Commander Yang." Zhang Hongying teased and bowed to Yang Ling.

"Where, there, it's all thanks to the brothers." Yang Ling hastily declined.

"However, don't go so far in the next battle. It doesn't matter whether you kill the devil general or not. Take care of yourself first."

Yang Ling heard Zhang Hongying's concern in the words, nodded and agreed: "I will."

He looked at Zhang Hongying's tired face and joked, "You should also pay attention to rest when you save the dying and heal the wounded. If you fall down, there will be no one to treat my injured brothers."

Zhang Hongying sighed: "There are wars every day, and the devil's planes fly over to bomb every day. I can sleep well there, and I am afraid that when I wake up, the devil will come to me..."

As she spoke, Zhang Hongying raised her head to look at Yang Ling, and smiled: "But it's all right now, you are here, with you protecting us, we can sleep soundly."

"Battalion Commander, Company Commander Wang is fighting with people from the logistics department, go and have a look—" While the two were exchanging greetings, a soldier hurried over.

Both Yang Ling and Zhang Hongying stood up.

Yang Ling said apologetically, "Captain Zhang, I'll deal with it first, and we'll talk later."

"Go, I'm going in to help too." Zhang Hongying stretched out her hand to stroke her black hair, smiling sweetly.

Seeing Zhang Hongying, Yang Ling wanted her to leave Nanjing while she had the chance, but on second thought, there was a ban on crossing the river, so no one would be able to leave.

So the words on the lips became: "Captain Zhang, our army is short of bandages and painkillers, can you get some for us?"

"There are some bandages, but there is a quota for painkillers. I'm afraid there are no extras. Come and get them when you have time."

"it is good!"

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The gate of the temporary ammunition warehouse on Babaoqian Street was already tense. The guards guarding the ammunition warehouse set up their machine guns as if facing an enemy, and pointed the black muzzle of their rifles at Wang Huzi and the others.