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

Zhang Hongying was full of joy at this moment. The image of a strong woman erected in the hospital disappeared, and her psychological defense collapsed like a dam. Since she left in Bengbu, she had never heard from Yang Ling again, and she didn't even know who it was. Dead is alive.

Now that she saw Yang Ling standing in front of her perfectly, she felt like a dream, or fell into a honey pot, hugging Yang Ling tightly, unwilling to let him leave again.

"I thought I'd never see you again, you know, I miss you, but every time wounded soldiers come over, I'm afraid that you're in there, and I'm looking for someone to inquire about you, and some people say you died, and there are People say that you have done meritorious service..."

Zhang Hongying twitched and sobbed in Yang Ling's arms like a child, telling how she missed her, which made Yang Ling feel guilty. Although she often thought of Zhang Hongying, on the battlefield where bullets were flying everywhere, she couldn't bear it at all. He thinks too much and has been struggling with life and death on the battlefield.

"Okay, okay, stop crying, I'm back well." Yang Ling patted Zhang Hongying's shoulder gently, comforting her softly.

Some wounded soldiers looked at their respected Doctor Zhang crying in Yang Ling's arms, and looked at the menacing brothers behind Yang Ling, thinking that their Doctor Zhang was being bullied.

"Let go of Doctor Zhang!"

Just as Yang Ling and Zhang Hongying were hugging each other, there was a sudden shout, and a strong man like a tower rushed over with a large group of people.

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A large group of hula-la people surrounded Yang Ling and the others aggressively. Many of these people still had blood-stained bandages wrapped around their heads and necks. They looked fierce and they looked like veterans of many battles.

Zhang Hongying and Yang Ling, who were hugging each other, separated with a loud shout from the iron tower-like black man. Zhang Hongying's pretty face flushed suddenly in the face of so many staring eyes around her.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

Yang Ling thought it was the wounded soldiers making trouble, and stepped forward to block Zhang Hongying. Wang Huzi and the others also pulled the bolts of their guns with a clatter, and the black muzzles of the guns were all pushed up.

The wounded soldiers rushed over angrily when they heard that their respected Doctor Zhang was being bullied by an officer who didn't know where he came from.

After all, many of their lives were saved by Zhang Hongying, how could they bear an outsider bullying her.

These wounded soldiers were armed with clubs, and there were a large number of them, and Wang Huzi and his brothers in a platoon were also loaded with bullets.

"Let go of Doctor Zhang! Otherwise, we will be rude!"

One of the wounded soldiers shouted angrily and loudly, and the rest of the wounded soldiers also clamored.

Not to be outdone, Wang Huzi yelled at the sky with his gun: "You all get out of the way! Doctor Zhang is a member of our regiment deputy. If anyone dares to rob the wife of our regiment deputy, I, Wang Huzi, will be the first to refuse!"

After Wang Huzi finished shouting, Zhang Hongying, who was protected behind, glanced at Yang Ling beside her, and a blush came to her face, she was extremely charming.

"What's the matter with them?" Yang Ling asked in a low voice, holding Zhang Hongying's hand.

Zhang Hongying shook her head: "I don't know, it should be a misunderstanding." Because she didn't know why these wounded soldiers rushed over suddenly.

Wang Huzi and the others had followed Yang Ling when they were in Nanjing, so they naturally knew that Zhang Hongying belonged to Yang Ling, but now that someone wanted to snatch the woman of their regiment deputy, how could they show weakness.

"Beard! You're still fucking alive—"

As soon as Wang Huzi finished shouting, the leader of the tower-like black man squeezed out from among the wounded soldiers, and greeted Wang Huzi excitedly.

Wang Huzi heard some familiar voices, took a closer look, and was immediately amused. Isn't this an old enemy blacksmith?

"Blacksmith, you boy is so imposing now, you dare to call Dr. Zhang's attention, believe it or not, I suddenly stung you—" Wang Huzi cursed when he saw the old acquaintance.

The blacksmith saw Wang Huzi, then stood on tiptoe and saw Yang Ling who was being protected behind, and hurriedly explained: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, how dare I call Doctor Zhang's attention, it's not because I heard that someone called Doctor Zhang's attention , I’m here to chase people away.”

The wounded soldiers around had been mingling with the blacksmith in the hospital for a long time, and at the moment, the monk who was confused was also confused.

"Brothers, put down your weapons. The flood has washed over the Dragon King Temple. One family does not know the other family. They are all brothers." The blacksmith hurriedly asked the wounded soldiers holding sticks to put down their things.

Wang Huzi also waved, and the brothers also put away their guns.

"Who is making trouble! Don't you want to live!?"

Just as the misunderstanding between the two parties was resolved and they shook hands to make peace, a group of heavily armed soldiers surrounded them with a huff.

A lean lieutenant of the revolutionary army strode over with a black face. It was the company commander of the field hospital, and the director of the hospital hurried over to check the situation.

Yang Ling didn't expect to make such a big commotion when he met Zhang Hongying, so he shook his head with a wry smile.

The wounded soldiers thought that someone had troubled Zhang Hongying and came out to help, while Yang Ling and the others thought that the wounded soldiers were causing trouble. The misunderstanding had just been resolved, but the hospital guards came over.

Zhang Hongying rushed over to explain the situation to the dean with a blushing face, while the excited blacksmith saluted Yang Ling with his chest out and his belly in his chest.

When the blacksmith broke through the siege in Nanjing, he was seriously injured and sent down with the wounded soldiers. Yang Ling was also very relieved to see the blacksmith appearing alive and kicking in front of him now.

"Blacksmith, what's the injury?" Yang Ling asked with concern as he looked at the bigger and stronger blacksmith.

The blacksmith patted his chest with a smile and said, "After raising it for a few months, it's almost healed, and I can kill devils again!"

Back then, Yang Ling was worried about whether the blacksmith would be able to survive such a serious injury, but now that he was intact, Yang Ling was also happy for him.

"Brothers, this is the Commander Yang I often tell you about. He is a devil-fighting hero who has won the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal from the Chairman!" The blacksmith also introduced Yang Ling to their wounded soldiers.

"Hello, Commander Yang!" These wounded soldiers were all lucky enough to save their lives from the bloody rain of gunpowder, so they naturally knew the cruelty of the battlefield.

And the blacksmith told them how Yang Ling led them to kill devils when he was free in the hospital. In their minds, Yang Ling became taller invisibly.

"Mr. Yang, do you still know me?"

Just as Yang Ling was chatting with old brothers like the blacksmith and the others, the skinny guard company commander from the hospital also came over.

Yang Ling looked at the energetic Lieutenant and Company Commander in front of him, and thought for a while before he remembered who he was: "Are you a monkey?"

"Mr. Yang, you still remember me!"

Seeing that Yang Ling still remembered him as a soldier, Hou Zi burst into tears with excitement.

When he retreated from Shanghai with Yang Ling, he was just an ordinary soldier, and Yang Ling was already the company commander at that time. It's been a long time since I saw him, but he still remembers him.

Yang Ling patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brothers who share life and death, how can we forget."

From Shanghai to Nanjing and then here, Yang Ling and the others experienced countless bloody battles. Countless brothers sacrificed their lives to go to the country, and the people around them changed batch after batch.

Many brothers died before they could remember their names when they joined the army, but he still remembered these old brothers.

Yang Ling didn't expect that when he came to the field hospital to recruit soldiers, he would meet so many familiar people again. Seeing that they were still alive, and thinking of the countless brothers who died in battle, he felt very sad.

These brothers have all lived and died together in the same trenches. Although the circumstances are different now, they are full of emotions when recalling the years of blood and fire.

Yang Ling exchanged pleasantries with his brother, who hadn't seen each other for a long time. When the blacksmith and the others heard that Yang Ling was recruiting soldiers everywhere, they decided to follow Yang Ling back to the army without the slightest hesitation.

"I just heard from the dean that according to the regulations, you have to return to the original army when you recover from your injuries. If you follow me, it will be difficult to handle the matter once the higher authorities investigate it."

Yang Ling was also very troubled by this matter. Although he wanted to take all these injured brothers back, he felt dizzy thinking about the rules.

"Mr. Yang, you don't have to worry. The higher-ups stipulate that returning to the original army is also because they are worried about deserters after their injuries. As long as the director signs to release them, and you sign to take them away, even the higher-ups will be fine."

Just as Yang Ling was distressed, the hospital guard company commander Hou Zi smiled and said.