Inside the Japanese Army Headquarters at Nantianmen.
Takeuchi Renshan sat on the chair with a sullen face, his eyes were terrifyingly gloomy. The surrounding officers were all speechless and did not dare to breathe, and stood silently with their heads lowered.
At this time, the chief of staff stepped forward and broke the calm:
"Your Excellency, Captain, we have just received news from Zhongba Beach that the enemy repelled our last attack. Captain Yoshioka and two thousand imperial warriors... were all broken into pieces. Ten soldiers from the second and third battalions returned. Less than one.”
Another piece of bad news, Takeuchi Renshan closed his eyes in pain and tried to calm down his heart.
He didn't curse again. What's the use of losing your temper? Even if you slap all the officers sitting here, it won't change the development of the war situation.
"Let the soldiers in the direction of the sewer line withdraw from the battle immediately and stop attacking..." Holding his aching head, Takeuchi weakly gave the order.
Alas...misstep. The Chinese defense force on the other side was not as bad as expected, and there was also the little rat that sneaked in. Takeuchi wanted to kill them with a thousand knives.
With the battle going like this, there was no chance, especially the loss of artillery, which made Zhu feel like a knife. If we continue to attack in vain, I am afraid that the entire army will have to go in. So what if we break into the east coast? Killing one thousand enemies will result in eight hundred losses. The empire's warriors cannot be wasted on the damn Nu River. It seems that we have to proceed as planned.
Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Takeuchi suddenly opened his eyes: "Where is Yosuke from the third brigade?"
There were two brigades in the attack on Zhongbatan. The second brigades were Yoshioka, and Yosuke was the captain of the third brigades.
"Yosuke-kun has returned to the West Bank, and there are still more than two hundred people left in the Third Battalion." The chief of staff didn't know Takeuchi's thoughts, but he still reported it truthfully.
"Hmph, the Third Battalion has ceased to exist in name only. Yoshioka can bravely die in battle, why does he still have the dignity to live in this world?"
"Hey!" The chief of staff lowered his head. He didn't dare to look into Takeuchi's eyes.
"Bullets are reserved for enemies and criminals. Let him commit suicide by caesarean section. I will give him the last dignity of a warrior." Takeuchi said coldly.
"Your Excellency, Captain..." The Chief of Staff was a little surprised.
"Stop talking! Yoshino!" Takeuchi abruptly interrupted him, then took off his katana from the sword holder and said sternly: "Take my katana, and you will be his intermediary! "
The two infantry brigades, the artillery brigades, and two-thirds of the entire regiment's artillery for cover failed to capture that position. I'm afraid no one would believe this. Someone must pay the price!
Takeuchi's cold voice contained no emotion at all, and the officers around him were all frightened. The commander was trying to scare the monkeys.
"Hey..."
Reluctantly, the chief of staff took the katana tremblingly, and could only mourn for Yosuke in his heart.
…
Liao Mingyu hurriedly arrived at the temporary field hospital, which was actually a group of expropriated residential bungalows. But now there is a huge crowd here, and countless wounded soldiers are being carried inside.
"Ah...it hurts..."
"My legs...my legs!"
…
Screams came one after another, blood and wailing were everywhere, the smell of blood and alcohol filled the air, and the medical soldiers were so busy that they almost flew up. This area of civilian houses was no longer enough, and the soldiers also set up many temporary tents in the open space outside.
"Save...save me, I don't want to die..."
Several soldiers carried a wounded man out of a room whose legs were blown off. Both of his legs were missing from the knees, and only a simple hemostatic bandage was applied to the broken area.
Scarce medicines and plasma can only be reserved for soldiers and officers who are valuable in saving lives, and whether people like him... can survive can only be left to fate.
Sigh... With a sigh, Liao Mingyu didn't care much anymore and hurried inside anxiously.
"Captain?"
"Captain!"
…
There are many soldiers from the Sichuan Army Corps in this first aid area helping to treat the wounded. They should be people from the veterinarian's medical care company. They all know Liao Mingyu. When they saw their group leader coming, they all stood up to say hello.
Liao Mingyu found a soldier to ask about the situation and quickly rushed in the direction he indicated.
In the tent outside, the medical soldiers were busy bandaging and treating the wounds of the less serious wounded, while the seriously injured people were in those rooms, and several military doctors were performing emergency operations.
"He can't survive. Take him away and let other wounded people come over."
In a courtyard, a doctor wearing a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses greeted the soldiers beside him. Lying on the canopy bed in front of him was a second lieutenant officer who had been shot in the chest.
The officer's eyes were lifeless and the operation had not yet been carried out. It may be due to hemorrhagic shock. His heartbeat slowly slowed down. According to the current conditions, there was no need for resuscitation.
"Well, I think we can still save him a little bit more."
Veterinarian Hao, who was doing the trick on the side, couldn't bear it. What a young baby, just like that...
"What do you think? You are a doctor and I am a doctor. Without plasma, I can't save him at all. Instead of working hard here, it is better to save other injured people!"
The gold-rimmed glasses wiped the blood on his hands and reprimanded dissatisfiedly. He didn't want to give up, but conditions didn't allow him to waste time here.
He was right. When there was a shortage of medical treatment and medicine, it was the wisest choice to treat the injured who had the greatest hope. Liao Mingyu shook his head and walked over.
"veterinary!"
"Oh, Tuanzu! Why are you here!?" The veterinarian came over quickly.
"Where is the mysterious dragon? How is the situation?" Liao Mingyu asked directly without talking nonsense.
"Oh, there is a foreign doctor operating on Mi Long in that room, and he won't let us in. I don't know what the situation is now."
Vet Hao sighed, pointed to a bungalow not far away and said to Liao Mingyu.
Master Yu actually has foreign doctors? This surprised him quite a bit. Liao Mingyu strode to the house, while the two little guys Doubian and Yangdanzi were squatting at the door scratching their heads and ears.
"Beancake, how's the situation?"
"Regiment...leader!"
"Brother Milong has been in there for a while, and I don't know what's going on. Brother Milong is all because he saved me. Captain, you need to be saved... wuwu... save brother Milong!" Doubi looked at him in surprise. , maybe because he was too emotional, he couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes as he spoke, Liao Mingyu frowned as he looked at it.
"Oh, I asked you to cry and beg me. Captain, that old foreigner came out just now. I heard that the situation is quite stable, but there are too many things in the east and west?" Yang Danzi on the side said calmly. Liao Mingyu said.
Huh... As long as the situation is stable, what's the matter? Medicines?
After thinking for a while, Liao Mingyu finally decided not to go in yet. After all, they were undergoing surgery, so intruding in hastily might affect them.
"Veterinarian, have you brought the medicine for our group? Don't hide it at this time." Liao Mingyu asked the veterinarian.
He remembered that he also exchanged a large amount of medical items when he exchanged equipment last time. Isn't this the time to put them to use?
"When we came here, we brought a batch of them, but they were all used up. We just asked people to get them, and I guess we should come back now. Leader, the medicine is the second most important thing. The key is that there is no plasma. There are so many babies. They all bled to death."
Speaking of which, the old veterinarian was heartbroken. He had just seen too many wounded soldiers die due to excessive blood loss.
And his medical skills are limited. He can do hemostasis, bandages and sutures, but he has more than enough energy to perform surgical operations.
Liao Mingyu was about to speak when a voice from beside him interrupted him.
"Old man! Come here and help me sew up the wound. There's still a piece of shrapnel in this soldier's shoulder that hasn't been removed. I'm too late!"
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