Bao Si was in a bad mood.
This time the Japanese raided the area, the independent regiment moved ahead of time and there was not much fighting.
However, with the help of favorable terrain for counter-mopping up, there were also many small-scale battles that disrupted the enemy's logistics.
There are still dozens of casualties, both light and serious.
The division headquarters was raided by Japanese troops, and the division hospital has been moved.
There was no way to send seven or eight seriously injured soldiers in urgent need of surgery to the division.
If no anti-inflammatory drugs are sent into the mountains, the injuries of several lightly wounded soldiers may become serious, and soldiers with injured arm and thigh bones may even face amputation.
After receiving the news, Uncle Niu was kneading mixed wild vegetable noodles. He stopped what he was doing and rushed out of the kitchen. He suddenly stopped when he reached the door of the cooking class.
In the past, every time she came back, the little girl would go to the cooking class first, but this time she went directly to the regiment headquarters. It seemed that the girl had grown up.
After thinking for a while, he returned to the kitchen.
Carrying two big bags, Luo Fugui went straight to the cooking class.
Hearing Luo Fugui's footsteps, Song Xiaoci, who was carrying a lime bucket and writing slogans on the wall outside the cooking class, stopped Luo Fugui: "Mule."
"Reporter Song?" Luo Fugui stopped and replied nervously: "Uh, are you okay?"
"Hey, your company commander, is your girl back too?" Song Xiaoci asked subconsciously.
Luo Fugui was stunned for a moment, company commander? He understood instantly: "Are you asking Boss Hu and the girl?"
"When you come back this time, do you have any good battle story material?"
"Yes" Luo Fugui didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly ran into the cooking class and rushed directly into Uncle Niu's room.
"What are you doing?" Uncle Niu came in after hearing the voice.
"Girl asked me to give it to you." Luo Fugui put down one of the baggage.
"what?"
"There are a lot of them. You can help the girl sort them out later."
Song Xiaoci just put down the brush in her hand and ran into the door of the cooking class. She looked around and was about to go to Uncle Niu's house where Luo Fugui was talking, but she saw Luo Fugui running out again carrying a baggage.
"Comrade Luo Fugui, don't leave in a hurry and tell me the story of the battle."
Luo Fugui quickly stopped: "I still have something to do."
This woman is so beautiful, but Luo Fugui doesn't want to talk to her, and he can't move his tongue around her.
Directly past Song Xiaoci, he left the cooking team door again.
Song Xiaoci didn't care and trotted to keep up: "Hey, I told you not to leave yet."
The real-life versions of the beast and the fairy entered the rebuilt courtyard of the health team one after another.
When Bao Si saw Luo Fugui, he immediately beamed: "Mule, are you back?"
Luo Fugui looked proud: "Hey, your grandma owes me Jiuying a favor this time."
"What did you say?" Bao Si took the baggage smoothly and was stunned for a moment. It's so light?
With red eyes, Xiaohong came out of the wounded room behind Baosi: "Daniu, he may not be able to survive."
Bao Si felt that the baggage was light and peach-like, and the sharp corners inside still hurt his arms through the cloth. He looked at Luo Fugui: "What is inside?"
Luo Fugui rubbed his hands excitedly, looking forward to it: "Will you find out if you open it and take a look?"
Bao Si was not in the mood to talk nonsense with Luo Fugui, so he asked Luo Fugui to deliver it to the health team in person. Based on his feeling, he guessed that there might be medicine in the bag.
After untying the big and fluffy baggage and taking one look at it, the gloomy expression on his face immediately disappeared.
After looking at Baosi's dead face for half a month, he actually smiled? Song Xiaoci, who was following Luo Fugui, was a little curious: "Are there any medicines? Can you let me see them?"
Bao Si smiled a little exaggeratedly, and he suddenly felt that there was hope for the wounded again.
There was a buzz in his mind, even though the political commissar said that the medicine would not be delivered until tomorrow at the earliest. One day would probably mean one or two lives for the wounded.
Bao Si rolled his eyes and suddenly fell back.
Luo Fugui, with quick eyesight and quick hands, grabbed Bao Si and muttered: "The wicked girl's crow's mouth actually hit the mark, and Bao Si was really happy to death."
Xiaohong next to her quickly put down the wooden basin with the bandage in her hand, and came up to pinch the four of them.
By the way, he took a look at the big baggage in Baosi's hand.
He left Bao Si who had just woken up, reached out and took out a box, his eyes widened: "Suan'an?"
Then he looked excitedly at the label on the other box: 〈薬〉ペニシリン. "Penicillin" ともいう.
If other people don't understand, it doesn't mean that people on the health team don't understand either.
Before the Chinese New Year, the instructor from Kangda University came to the wine station and taught him a lot.
Bao Si was so excited that he trembled all over, picked up the bag and turned around and ran to the health room.
He could see clearly that the white cloth underneath, although only two circles were exposed, must be surgical forceps, they should all be surgical instruments!
It doesn't take any brain to figure out that the Ninth Battalion must have robbed the enemy's hospital!
Under the setting sun, the sparkling muddy river flows quietly.
Uncle Niu sat on the edge of the suspension bridge and smoked.
This time he was not smoking dry cigarettes. He was afraid that the little girl would come over and choke her later.
It will be dinner time soon. The little girl who went to the regiment headquarters has not reported to the cooking class yet.
Jiuying has been out for more than half a year, and there must be a lot to report.
Time flies so slowly.
All the veterans knew that Uncle Niu was in a good mood, and some brave ones even went to hang out with Uncle Niu and smoke cigarettes.
Jiuzhan Village needs to be rebuilt, and Sun Cui is very busy.
Ma Liang, who was looking at his wrinkled military uniform, arrived with a large group of puppet troops.
He directly abandoned the villagers who were building a shed, picked up a baggage from the ground next to him, and rushed towards him.
Ma Liang, like Hu Yi, likes to be neat and tidy. Sun Cui gave Ma Liang the military uniform he had prepared earlier: "Sister, I have prepared new clothes for you. You are finally back."
Ma Liang was a little embarrassed, but fortunately, although the soldiers behind him were curious, no one spoke, and they lowered their voices: "We won't stay for too long when we come back this time. We will leave in a few days. Can you find a way?" Let’s settle them first?”
The women, children and other villagers who were building shacks in the distance did not come to watch the fun.
They just stopped what they were doing and watched quietly from a distance, without speaking to each other.
They were not looking at Ma Liang, but at the dusty man at the end.
That man was the commander of the Ninth Company, and they stubbornly believed that Hu Yi was still the commander of the Ninth Company.
That man was cold, as cold as the winter that had passed long ago. Everyone knew that his heart was not cold.
It could even be said that they were very close, but no one came forward.
This time we brought back far fewer familiar faces and so many more strangers.
Needless to say, many Japanese and puppet troops must have been killed.
At most, until dark, the legend about him will spread.
I heard Gao Yidao say that he took people to the plains. Although the crops in the mountains were destroyed by the Japanese and puppet troops, everyone was fine.
Damn it, the little devil didn't even see a hair on the villagers' heads.
It is his ruthlessness that allows everyone to live safely in the mountains.
He came back with more people.
Not only that, but the things you bring are also more reassuring.
In the past, only Wang Xiaosan carried a submachine gun, while those behind him carried twenty or thirty.
Although there is an iron piece on the military cap, the villagers stubbornly believe that they are also the Eighth Route Army.
The team following the man must be the Eighth Route Army
Sun Cui suddenly raised his voice: "What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and clear out the nest and prepare a place for me to rest."
The villagers who were watching the excitement immediately dispersed.
Everyone went home and threw away the rags in their homes.
When the tough men go home, of course they have to live in their own homes.
(End of chapter)
