Xia Qiancheng's face turned crimson, and she felt that her cheeks were heating up.
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
Xia Qiancheng, who has always been strong, chose to apologize to Ye Anran.
"Ms. Xia braved the artillery fire of Japanese planes and used her life to support the front line. It should be us who are causing you trouble."
Ye Anran pointed at the classic car that was comparable to the war damage level of Syria. "The loss of this car will be recorded on me. After the war, the car will be sent to Hecheng Provincial Government. I want to keep it as a souvenir."
After carrying the supplies, Li Yukui responded: "Yes!"
Ye Anran pointed to the military horse and said, "Miss Xia, please."
He stretched out his hand to Xia Qiancheng and helped her get on the military horse.
Xia Qiancheng got on the horse, and Ye Anran flew up and sat behind her.
"Immediately find a way to send medical supplies to the front line."
"yes!"
Ye Anran said something, and he took Xia Qiancheng and rode away from the soup place.
Xia Qiancheng felt restless.
This is the first time she has been so close to a man.
She could almost feel Ye Anran's heartbeat.
As a person with Western education, Xia Qiancheng is not opposed to this kind of contact.
The premise is that the man must be Ye Anran.
After running around for an hour, Ye Anran arrived at Gujiadian.
He helped Xia Qiancheng dismount.
The muddy battlefield and the deafening sound of cannons shocked Xia Qiancheng's jaw.
Ye Anran brought Xia Qiancheng a chemical protective suit.
"Put it on."
Xia Qiancheng didn't hesitate. She took the clothes and quickly changed them, then entered the trench with the medical kit.
She always remembered the purpose of coming to the battlefield.
Wounded soldiers were squatting on both sides of the air-raid trenches. Under the weak light of kerosene lamps, their suppurating wounds could almost be seen clearly.
Xia Qiancheng took a kerosene lamp and stopped in front of a soldier who had lost his right hand.
The kerosene lamp shone on his hands.
Xia Qiancheng's heart thumped, and the entire palm of his right hand exploded.
The flesh and bones were wrapped around the bones. As a doctor, she couldn't let go after seeing this scene.
His wounds were smeared with soot and black soil, and there were obvious traces of being burned by fire.
Just messing around!
How can one use black soil to cover up wounds?
Xia Qiancheng woke up the soldier.
He was in so much pain that he passed out.
The soldier woke up and held the rifle with a bang in his left hand. He looked at the woman squatting in front of him and shouted coldly: "What are you doing?"
Xia Qiancheng: "Don't be nervous. I am a doctor from Dongxing Hospital. Your hand needs surgery."
The soldier obviously couldn't trust Xia Qiancheng.
He even took the initiative to hide his hands behind his back, "No need, my hands are fine."
"If you don't clean the wound in time, it will become infected, you will get septicemia, and you will die!"
"Then let me die!"
"Tie a bomb to my body, and I can hug some little devils before I die!"
The roar of the soldiers echoed throughout the trench.
Xia Qiancheng was startled. Did she say something wrong?
The soldiers in the trench had bright eyes.
They all looked at Xia Qiancheng.
The sound of artillery fire outside was deafening, and they wanted to go out and continue fighting the Japanese.
They don't want to die in the hospital.
They would rather die on the charge than die cowardly.
If it weren't for the infantry guarding the end of the anti-aircraft trench, they would have rushed out long ago.
These wounded soldiers were at odds with the Japanese.
All they see is fighting!
Fighting the Japanese to the death was their only thought at the moment.
They don't want treatment.
From the moment the Japanese stormed the Gujiadian position, these brave soldiers put their lives and pain aside.
As soon as Ye Anran arrived at the trench, he heard the roar of the soldiers.
He came to the wounded soldier.
"Master!"
The soldiers in the air defense trenches stood up quickly, bent down, and saluted Ye Anran.
Xia Qiancheng stepped aside.
So shocking.
These warriors were lazy and very unhappy just a second ago.
As soon as Ye Anran came out, their aura changed.
Ye Anran straightened the collar of the soldier in front of him.
"What's going on? What are you calling?"
"Commander, please send me to the battlefield to kill the Japanese. We are not useless!"
"My right hand is crippled, but I still have my left hand!"
"With my left hand disabled, I can strap explosives to my chest!"
Ye Anran turned sideways and looked at the soldiers sitting with him.
"what about you?"
"Please Commander, let us go to the front line!!"
"Do you feel very brave?"
Facing the soldiers' answers, Ye Anran felt his heart bleed.
Who said that the Northeast Army is all bear soldiers? ? ?
Among these warriors under his command, there is not a single bear soldier! !
"Asking the devils to stab me in the spine, saying I have no humanity, even using suicide bombs, right???"
"Let me tell you, I have long disliked you!"
"Don't fucking think that you are a hero if you are injured. Even if you lose half your life, you still have to obey my orders!"
"Next, Doctor Xia will be responsible for your injuries. If anyone dares to give me eye drops, I will pull him out and kill him!"
When he finished speaking, the trench was silent.
No one dared to object to Ye Anran's order.
Ye Anran was naturally not used to them, "What the hell, are you mute???"
"yes!"
Hundreds of wounded soldiers in the trenches responded immediately.
Ye Anran turned to look at Xia Qiancheng, and handed over the M1911 he had captured.
"Ms. Xia, this gun is for you."
Xia Qiancheng caught the pistol. She did not refuse, but happily accepted it.
"There are too many injured people. We need the support of the medical team. Can you send someone to pick up the ambulance team from Dongxing Hospital?"
Ye Anran was still thinking of teaching Xia Qiancheng how to use the gun...
As a result, people simply ignored this issue.
Ye Anran pondered for a moment, "In that case, I will immediately send an armored vehicle to pick them up. A lot of medical supplies will also be transported to the front line."
"good!"
Xia Qiancheng responded with a good word. She opened the medical kit and prepared to debridement the wounded and sick.
Ye Anran: "Um, can you use that gun?"
He still wanted to teach Xia Qiancheng before leaving.
Otherwise, if she encounters danger, she may not even open insurance.
Xia Qiancheng smiled slightly and said, "No, what you gave me is a Colt M1911 pistol with a .43mm caliber, a ammunition capacity of seven rounds, and an effective range of 50 meters. I used it when I was in Canada!"
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"I need a medical room. This place is too dirty, too dusty, and prone to infection."
"I'll get ready."
Ye Anran left the trench and gave up his forward command post.
The engineers were also asked to seal and reinforce the surrounding windows.
Then armored vehicles and tanks were dispatched to Dongxing Hospital to pick up the ambulance team.
zero point.
Ye Anran ordered the artillery brigade to end the bombing.
The logistics support force sent ammunition supplies to the artillery brigade at Jingxing position through traffic trenches and vehicles.
At the same time, there are also flares just developed by Jin Yinan.
After the shelling, the front of Gujiadian was filled with gunpowder smoke and biochemical smoke.
There wasn't even a sound from the opposite position.
It was as quiet as a cemetery at midnight.
