Rise From Eight Hundred

"Find the other two. Even if they are dead, you must save them. If they cannot be saved, I will carry them back."

Wei Donglai, who was out of control, was still calm. He knew that as the supreme commander, he could not panic. He tried his best to calm himself in just a dozen seconds and roared hoarsely.

Why did he say the other two? That's because Potato, who was lying on the high ground with a Type 38 bayonet stuck in his body, was naturally the most conspicuous. Hammer was whimpering softly beside him, constantly licking the blood on his face with his tongue, and there were soldiers around him.

Although the pale Potato had almost no breathing and heartbeat, the soldiers of the second company knew the importance of Potato's special existence in the steel company. They still did not give up and pressed the hemostatic pack on his huge wound that was almost completely penetrated by the Japanese bayonet, and there were soldiers doing chest compressions and artificial respiration for him.

That was the first aid training project of "chest-pulmonary resuscitation" that the whole regiment of the Four-Line Regiment had carried out a month ago. It was proposed by Tang Tuanzuo himself. The medical company commander Tan Tai Mingyue led 40 medical staff to conduct on-site teaching in various companies and platoons.

Although the time was a bit short, it still made these big-headed soldiers understand a little bit. If the heart stops beating, blood cannot be transported to the whole body, and the person is completely dead. As long as the heart can still beat, blood can continue to be supplied, and the person may still survive.

What should I do if the heart can't beat, and what should I do if the lungs can't breathe? Then use artificial methods to help him beat and breathe, using the method taught by Tang Tuanzuo.

But it was training after all, and there was no actual example to prove whether Tang Tuanzuo was still as magical as usual this time. The soldiers could only try their best to stop the bleeding of potatoes with a hemostatic pack while pressing desperately.

Soon, Yang Bicheng, who fell in the bushes, was also found.

At least half of the soldiers who found him burst into tears on the spot.

If they could still hope to save the dead potato with a fatal knife wound on his chest, then there was really no need to save Yang Bicheng in front of them.

Any rescue, in the eyes of the soldiers, might be disrespectful to the remains.

The precision shooter lying diagonally in the bushes was like a rag doll. The veterans had seen this kind of "remains", but they were basically either blown up by artillery or exploded by grenades or hand grenades at close range. It was really rare to see a body like Yang Bicheng that was almost torn apart by bullets.

There were more than a dozen wounds on his body, and there were several fatal wounds alone. He was shot in the leg and shot in the chest by two machine gun bullets. The terrible wounds could even see his internal organs. His right arm was broken by a bullet, revealing white bone stumps. The terrible injuries were horrible to the eyes.

What was more fatal was that he bled too much, and under him, it was like a river.

The soldiers who ran over wanted to lift the prone sniper out of the bushes with tears in their eyes, but with just a slight movement, blood gushed out again.

And only then did the soldiers see that his rifle with a scope was still pressed under his chest and abdomen.

However, the entire gun was covered in blood.

Without Yang Bicheng saying anything, the soldiers also understood that it should be the last will of this army corporal before falling into the abyss of death. He wanted to protect his gun, even if the victorious Japanese turned over his body, his blood would make the rifle full of bloody smell, thus making the Japanese infantry who were still on the run lose interest.

The strong smell of blood will become the best tracking information flow for military dogs!

Otherwise, if a rifle with a scope fell into the hands of the Japanese army, who knows how much blood of their brothers would be stained.

"Save me!" The sweat and tears of the army second lieutenant who rushed over were mixed together, far more embarrassed than when he was on the battlefield against hundreds of enemies.

Even when facing his own soldiers, there was still a trace of prayer in his heart.

His soldiers all knew that rather than saying that the platoon leader was begging them, it would be better to say that the platoon leader was praying to God to give him a miracle, even if it was a last-ditch effort.

"Platoon leader, he's dead!" An old soldier looked at the army lieutenant who wanted to turn over the "corpse" of the precision shooter and was going to do CPR himself. Although he was reluctant, he still reminded him softly.

"He can't die. Captain Li told us about him. Several cousins ​​of their Yang family who came out to join the army together died in the war. If he died again, their Yang family would only have the elderly, weak, women and children left. There is no hope!" The lieutenant was stunned at first, and then burst into tears without the image of a superior.

The second lieutenant was also a veteran who had been in the army for several years. He knew the rules. Even if the army was forcibly recruiting soldiers, they would not take away all the young and strong men in a family. There would always be a pillar left. Otherwise, those soldiers would know that their family members would not survive. They would not be able to resist at that time. After taking the gun, they would shoot the officer in charge of recruiting soldiers.

You can't do anything to the extreme, otherwise you will suffer retribution. This is the truth passed down by our ancestors!

There are some families like the Yang family who took the initiative to send all the young and strong men to the battlefield, but they are extremely rare. Once all of them died in the battle, the family would be finished.

The second lieutenant of the army couldn't face the scene of a family of more than 20 people, and finally a group of old, weak, women and children wearing mourning to bury all the backbones of the family.

At least, leave them a little hope! Even if they are disabled, it's okay!

Hammer also ran over and sniffed around Yang Bicheng's "corpse", whimpering constantly in his mouth, but his tail shook vigorously.

Wei Donglai, who rushed over, couldn't help but change his expression slightly.

He knelt down and tested Yang Bicheng's breathing and heartbeat. There was deep despair in his eyes, and his cheeks were bulging due to gritted teeth. He rubbed his forehead fiercely and forced himself to stay calm: "Don't move, don't even touch him, wait for the health soldiers to come. "

The injuries on Yang Bicheng's body were so shocking that even Wei Donglai did not dare to use the 'cardiopulmonary resuscitation' method taught by Tang Tuanzuo. He was afraid that if there was still a chance of survival, he and the big-headed soldiers would have to surrender. To the health soldiers behind who are still rushing here desperately.

After all, in addition to rescue technology, they also have medicine. Tong

They were robbed from the Japanese transport team during the last battle at Xiangtangpu. Most of the food, weapons and ammunition were distributed to the 921st Division. The Sixings Regiment kept most of the medicines, and purchased some more in Linfen City.

Therefore, this time the main force of the regiment went out, not only did the medical companies accompanying the army have sufficient medicines, but the medical soldiers of each company and platoon also had a lot of special first-aid medicines in their hands.

The reason why Wei Donglai was not as desperate as the soldiers was not because of his baseless fantasy, but because the hammer was wagging its tail.

Hammer is an extremely sensitive animal. Many times, the officers and soldiers of the Fourth Army Regiment no longer regard it as a dog. When it walks in a field filled with corpses, it will whimper or even shed tears. But its most striking feature Yes, its big fluffy tail is always drooping, which should be its attitude of expressing sadness.

But this time, although it was whimpering to express sadness, its tail was wagging, which gave Wei Donglai an intuition, or fantasy, that this soldier was not dead yet. Even though his blood was almost drained, his pale face looked like that of a dead person.

Resurrection from the dead is by no means a fantasy. Director Ye Chenghuan told the 80th Group Army a strange thing when chatting with company-level cadres.

There was a regiment leader who was shot in the head. Everyone thought he was dead, but his superiors stubbornly believed that he was still alive. They had been buried for a day, so they dug him out of the soil and carried him on a stretcher. Three days later, a miracle happened. Like a heartbeat. In the end, he was still alive and well and continued to be his leader. Tong

It was under this fantasy that the precision shooter was almost covered with more than a dozen hemostatic bags, while Tudou was constantly doing 'cardiopulmonary resuscitation' first aid.

The old abacus who was finally found on the mountainside was the first soldier to be confirmed alive because he had two good companions.

It would have been absolutely unreasonable for the unarmed veteran to fight against the strong Japanese soldiers as they rolled down the hillside.

Fortunately, he first used a shell gun weighing two or three kilograms to smash the Japanese soldier's face into disarray, and then took the lead and rolled the Japanese soldier down the mountain. The Japanese soldier almost didn't get hit by rocks while rolling down the mountain. Death, if not for wearing a helmet.

By the time the little devil had regained some strength and was able to deal with the old abacus with both hands, almost strangling the veteran who had lost much strength to death, the hammer and the blood-covered wild boar had already finished. own opponent.

The old abacus's opponent was miserable. The big dog that ran down from the top of the mountain broke his neck bone with just one bite. The unlucky Japanese infantry lost the ability to control his whole body, but he was still alive. It was still later The Chinese soldier who found this place ended his despair with the butt of his gun.

It is said that the Japanese soldier who was finally killed was actually a little happy, which made the angry Chinese soldier very unhappy. Tong

However, it is also understandable that a person with a clear mind but unable to control his body is an existence more terrifying than death for anyone. The reason why the hammer did not bite him to death on the spot is probably an instinct of the resurgence of ancestral genes. .

Wolves let their prey take a breath to keep their food fresh.

The old plan, which was already injured, didn't go well. One arm was broken during the rolling process. After the crisis was over, he relaxed and fainted from the pain.

However, no matter what, he is still alive. After such a battle, it is a miracle that he is still alive.

When the soldiers found him and found that he was still breathing, they carried him up the mountain ecstatically. The second lieutenant's face, which was originally black and white, looked as if he was singing a big show, and tears flowed out again.

‘The platoon leader almost shed tears that day for the rest of his life! ’ This joke has been circulating in the Second Company and the First Platoon for many years, and it still persisted until the second lieutenant became a major.

So ten days after his wife gave birth to a baby, a certain company commander who had become a captain rushed back from a battle, hugging the fat boy who had fully grown, his eyes moist with excitement, and expressed his excitement about becoming a father for the first time. When he was in full flow, his wife, a sergeant in the medical company, asked him very unsatisfied: "Why didn't you shed tears? Did you really shed all your tears that day?"

It didn't matter, a certain company commander who had been promoted to captain actually burst into tears, but it was out of guilt. For such a big event as giving birth to a baby, he didn't stay with his wife because of the need for war.

It can only be said that this second lieutenant platoon leader may look rough and dark, but he is really delicate and gentle in his heart, whether towards his wife, children or his brothers.

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The two medics almost ran out of breath following another infantry squad. After all, they were not infantrymen, and they could not be compared with infantrymen in such a forced march, especially when their speed was 20% higher than usual, and at least three soldiers could not stand the high intensity and were forced to vomit. The last 200 meters were almost run by several big men in turn. Wei Donglai gave a death order, even if they had to crawl, they had to send the medics to the position within one minute. The two wounded soldiers would eventually live or die.

The first thing that Lao Suanpan saw when he woke up was the smiling face of the second lieutenant platoon leader with tears in his eyes, but he did not smile. He turned his head and looked around with difficulty. It was a row of familiar smiling faces and the position he was very familiar with, the position of the three people in the past, and tears came down.

A middle-aged man in his early thirties cried loudly: "Chengzi! Tudou! You left, how can I still be alive! I'm sorry for the Second Company and the Seventh Company!"

"What are you crying for?" Wei Donglai, who was originally happy, suddenly turned black, "Can you cry your brothers back just by crying? The medical soldiers have arrived."

"Captain, what do you mean? My two brothers..." Lao Suanpan is worthy of being a frequent dealer, and he immediately heard something else from Wei Donglai's scolding.

"You lie down for me, Tudou and the other two! We can only do our best and leave it to fate." Wei Donglai sighed slightly and gently patted the shoulders of Lao Suanpan, who was a little excited, "You three must win this battle, I will ask the regiment for your merits."

"Captain, I don't want military merits, I just want them to be alive." Lao Suanpan's eyes quickly dimmed and he answered with sobs.

Yes, compared to the glorious military merits, he hoped that his comrades could be alive.

At this moment, he somewhat understood that when the regiment commander pointed to his colonel collar badge at the beginning of the regiment's establishment, he said: "I don't actually want this collar badge, because this golden triangle star is actually condensed by the blood of brothers. The more prominent the collar badge, the thicker the blood."

Military exploits are all exchanged for life.

"Heartbeat, heartbeat, he's still alive!" The two medical soldiers who had carefully listened to the two pale chests that had been stripped of their military uniforms for a long time almost jumped up and shouted at the same time.

"Give me a cardiac stimulant, the maximum dose, and all the medicine you brought, as long as it is useful, give me all." Wei Donglai's calm emotions were stimulated by the medical soldiers again, and his eyes were instantly widened.

"God, if you can save them, I'll send you a live pig." The second lieutenant platoon leader's legs softened and he fell to his knees.

The Four-line Regiment originally did not believe in feudal superstition. Commander Tang believed that it was better to rely on oneself than on anyone else. But at this moment, the second lieutenant platoon leader could not care less.

It all depended on whether God would open his eyes. If he could save him, he would sacrifice not only a pig, but also a cow or ten cows.

The half-grown wild boar boy who was lying there groaning in pain probably did not understand. Otherwise, with its thick skin and thick flesh and its reckless spirit, how could it fight with the devoutly praying second lieutenant of the army.

Pigs are not only good for eating!

Of course, the two medical soldiers were not as crazy as Wei Donglai at first. They used the maximum dose and killed the living one.

However, when the precision shooter's heart stopped beating completely, the two medical soldiers just discussed it briefly and became even crazier than Wei Donglai. Not only did they use a large dose, but they also used three doses directly. If they did not do this, there would be no sequelae of drug overdose.

Although the medical soldiers are responsible for emergency treatment, they are also soldiers. Soldiers are always more rugged than doctors who have not experienced the battlefield. They don't care what will happen in the future. Anyway, if they don't do it now, they will have no future.

Many wounded soldiers were killed by their reckless rescue, but more wounded soldiers had the opportunity to have a future.

Perhaps the strong medicine was too strong, and even the gradually silent heart could not bear it, and it started beating again at the moment when everyone was desperate.

Afterwards, several military doctors of the medical company who performed the operation analyzed the scene and found that Yang Bicheng's injuries were undoubtedly serious, but he might have completely lost his will to survive because of the nightmare he had in the past, which made his brain not fight with the body that was on the verge of collapse, and the entire life-sustaining function fell into dormancy, just like a hibernating creature that minimized consumption, making the blood flow rate far less exaggerated than it looked.

Of course, if he hadn't decided to increase the dose of the cardiotonic injection, he would have died.

It can only be said that Yang Bicheng's survival is a miracle like the commander of the 80th Army, which is almost impossible to replicate.

Tu Dou was completely lucky. Although the bayonet was scary, it penetrated the left chest and even the blade could be seen, but the miraculous knife avoided the heart and the aorta. The cardiopulmonary resuscitation of several soldiers was very important. In addition to losing more blood, he was effectively supplied with oxygen and artificial heart pacemaker. As long as he survived the bacterial infection, his chance of survival was extremely high.

And the reason why he seemed to have died was because the extreme pain and blood loss made him fall into shock symptoms, which is the legendary state of suspended animation.

The two medical soldiers who made the decision were promoted one level for their merits. Hammer and the adopted "Guaiguai" were also rewarded by Tang Tuanzuo himself, with a dog and a pig and a white flour bun for daily meals.

The reason why the people of the Four-line Group knew the name of the half-grown wild boar was that an old soldier, who was relaxed because Potato and Yang Bicheng were not dead, went to look at the body of the Japanese second lieutenant who was bitten to death by the wild boar. Seeing the tragic state of the body being bitten, he couldn't help but take a breath and shouted "Oh my goodness!"

With the current financial and material resources of the Four-line Group, they would not have any idea of ​​"eating meat" for a wild boar, let alone a wild boar that bit a Japanese to death, just like the big black sheep that beat the Japanese with the stone.

What's more, the wild boar not only knows martial arts, but also knows how to act cute, okay?

When the half-grown wild boar heard this very familiar name, tenderness appeared in his little eyes, and he also imitated the hammer and shook his little tail desperately.

Just the cute pig appearance! No one would associate it with the ferocious beast that bit a Japanese officer to death.

However, the tragic scene of biting legs and digging crotches was right in front of us. The piece of meat was not there, and it was probably already in Xiaoguaiguai's stomach.

"From now on, I will call you a good boy, and you will just follow your hammer boss!" Wei Donglai, who was in a good mood, heard the report and clapped his hands, and it was settled.

From then on, the name of the brutal "Good Boy" resounded throughout the Four Lines Group after the war.

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