When it was dawn, Li Wula turned his head and looked at his big feet, which were kneeling in the trench with his butt stuck out to pick up bullets. He had just stretched out his right leg, but before he could kick it down, someone kicked him from behind.
"Who? Who kicked me."
"Me." A dull voice sounded.
Li Wula's eyes lit up and she quickly turned around to look at the person behind her.
"Camp Commander Lin?"
The man squatting behind him was covered in blood. His face, hands, body, and hair... his true colors could hardly be seen.
"You...why are you like this? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Lin Yue grabbed the kettle hanging on his waist, unscrewed the lid and poured some water into his hands. He rubbed it on his face randomly and finally showed some humanity: "I killed a few on the way back. Devil."
How many Japs?
Li Wula didn't think it was a matter of a few Japs.
Bigfoot heard the conversation behind him and looked back. There was an extra slit on his dark face, which contained two rows of white teeth.
"Brother Lin Yue is back, Brother Lin Yue is back."
Lin Yue threw him a canvas bag containing food and cigarettes, then turned to Li Wula and told Li Wula: "Are you running out of ammunition? You can quietly take a few people to the woods on the left to bring the Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun."
"Type 92?"
Lin Yue nodded: "About a small group of Japanese soldiers are in the woods. They should be preparing to ambush us when we are short of ammunition and use bayonets. I will take care of them when I come back."
He said it in an understatement, and Li Wula smacked her tongue when she heard it. No wonder he came back like this. He had killed so many Japanese that night.
"The Japs and the Monkey Spirits were punished by Brother Lin Yue who hid in the woods during the day. They also learned this trick." Bigfoot blew the sand away from his palms and put the bullets he picked up into his pocket.
Li Wula glanced at Lin Yue and thought, "The devil is the devil?" What about him, who is he? Monkey ancestor?
"Go quickly!" He kicked Li Wula again.
"oh."
The Northeastern guy turned over, reached forward and patted Kaname and Kang Ya on the shoulders, and called two more strong men to quietly leave the position.
When Bu La and Snake Butt heard that Lin Yue was back, they moved from the front to the back bit by bit.
"Where did you die? The veterinarian is going crazy looking for you, and he's not even so kind to his own son."
Lin Yue patted his helmet: "Damn Hunan guy, why didn't the Japanese shells kill you?"
"None of you have gone over there. It would be too lonely for me to go alone."
Snake lay on his side on the ground, picked up a blood-stained military cap and threw it out of sight: "How many more were killed last night?"
Lin Yue said: "I don't have time to count."
"You just pat your butt and leave. The devil will take all the anger out on us."
Lin Yue was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "Where is the veterinarian?"
Bu La pointed to the crater on the right front: "Still taking care of the wounded over there."
Lin Yue patted him on the shoulder and used the cover of trenches and rocks to move over. He saw Vet Hao sitting next to a wounded man, sweating profusely and looking at the wound, as if he didn't know what to do.
No wonder he didn't see me when I came back.
The soldier was seriously injured. The fragments from the grenade explosion made a deep wound in his abdomen, and a section of his intestines leaked out.
"Did you use the morphine shot?"
Veterinarian Hao dipped his hand into the sweat on his forehead: "Yes, yes."
"Bigfoot, bring me the kettle."
Lin Yue called Bigfoot, washed the blood on his hands with the water in the bottle, took out the remaining half bottle of medical alcohol from the veterinarian's bag, and poured it on the wound that had been simply cleaned. After finishing, he found two pieces and it was still clean. After covering it with gauze, Bigfoot found an empty can to cover it and tied it with a rope.
"I said you were so anxious that the veterinarian couldn't find you. Battalion Commander Lin was really helpful."
After finishing what he was doing, he suddenly looked up and saw Bu La lying next to the trench, pinching a wild flower from somewhere and clamping it to his ear. It looked quite funny.
He has lived in the world of "Chasing the Dragon" for 20 years. His wife is a nurse by profession, and he has learned a little bit of first-aid skills. Although he is not as good as a regular military doctor, he is still much better than Vet Hao, who is ridiculed and bullied by cannon fodder every day.
"You're very free, aren't you?"
Lin Yue stood up and looked at the wounded who had been moved to the back of the position, and then looked at the trenches ahead: "Ask those second-class soldiers to come over and transport the wounded."
"Where to transport it?"
"I just saw a raft parked at the ferry. Hurry up and carry the wounded to the other side."
Bu La took a look at the wounded in the crater. Although he knew that it would be difficult for most people on the east coast to survive in the past, he still followed Lin Yue's instructions and found dozens of second-class soldiers to carry out the wounded behind the position before dawn.
Lin Yue ordered again: "Veterinarian, you go too."
"What will you do if the goose goes away? If the goose doesn't go away, there are military doctors from the division on the other side. There is no need for the goose anyway."
Lin Yue had no choice but to follow his wish.
When the morning light first appeared on the horizon, the Japanese army charged again, but the scale was not large, and they were quickly beaten back by everyone.
Meng Fanglia lay in the trench and squinted his eyes and said: "The enemy has seen that we don't have much ammunition, so each squadron and brigade took turns to train a group of us. Believe it or not, as long as we have another round of hand-to-hand combat, the Japanese army will launch a general offensive." .”
Long Wenwen, who was sitting nearby with his eyes closed and concentrating, heard a strange noise around him and opened his eyes to glance at Lin Yue who had fallen into the trench.
"Why didn't you blow up that old guy Takeuchi to death?"
Last night, Lin Yue went over to the artillery position and made two attacks. The Japanese troops at the foot of the mountain were in chaos for a while, and then became orderly again, which showed that Takeuchi Mountain was not dead and could still command the battle.
"The Japanese cannons are not as useful as the British cannons."
"Just a few more shots."
Lin Yuexin said that your back hurts when you stand and talk. No matter how hard you fight, you are still alone. Taking advantage of the Japanese artillery defense to go and jerk off twice is the limit. Just like that, those sons of bitches are following behind. After biting for several hours, he finally gave up chasing him because people kept being attacked and killed.
"Brother Lin Yue, Brother Lin Yue..."
He had just sat for a while when Bigfoot's call came from the rear position.
"I'll go take a look at the back."
Withdrew from the front line, Big Feet pulled him to the rear beach. The wounded lined up in a long line on the shore. The three rafts on the riverside were not enough. The straw bag major on the other side stood outside the bunker, holding a telescope from time to time. He glanced this way and showed no concern for the wounded on the shore.
"Leave one bamboo raft for emergency use, and first use the other two bamboo rafts to transfer the seriously injured to the other side."
Bu La looked at Dong An and said, "If I were a high official, I would kill that bastard with one shot."
"Someone will help you fulfill this wish."
Lin Yue patted Bu La's shoulder and walked toward the woods on the left side of the beach. Not long after his back disappeared, a faint whistle sounded.
Bula and Dajiao helped carry the seriously injured people onto the bamboo raft. Before they could take a breath, they saw a person flash out from the edge of the forest.
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