The fire was burning and there was a crackling sound. After a brief period of chaos, the entire hospital began to evacuate in an orderly manner again.
Amidst the noise, a young nurse made a low cry.
She had just been dug out of the rubble. She rushed back immediately after being dug out. With tears in her eyes, she and other soldiers dug around the rubble, hoping to rescue another person from the rubble.
Before the bombing, she was persuading several wounded Eighth Route Army soldiers who refused to evacuate.
Logically speaking, it is the duty of soldiers to obey orders. If you are asked to withdraw, you must withdraw. However, a few Eighth Route Army soldiers who have improved and can basically take care of themselves do not withdraw. Instead, they have to stay and cover other comrades.
There are many wounded people like this, and the little nurse's task is to persuade several wounded people she once took care of to let them evacuate as soon as possible.
But before he could say a few words, the first bomb fell.
The sudden explosion instantly stunned the little nurse, who had never experienced an air raid, and completely forgot about the air defense drills she had done. Although she forgot, several Eighth Route Army soldiers did not forget. The moment they heard the explosion, someone threw her to the ground and used their bodies to block the impact of the explosion behind them.
The little nurse who was pressed under him couldn't see anything. He could only feel that the soldier pressing on him was getting heavier and heavier, and the originally steady breathing became weaker and weaker, and finally became inaudible.
The little nurse's hands had been scratched by sharp tiles and were bleeding, but she didn't care about it at all and just dug hard with tears in her eyes.
Bricks, rubble, and even large rocks that she couldn't move before were now able to move easily.
With an expression on her face, she dug numbly, digging
It wasn't until a hanging arm appeared in front of her that her numb face showed a little fluctuation.
Seeing this arm, the little nurse moved faster, and the blood on her hand flowed more.
Soon, with the help of other soldiers, the soldier buried under the rubble was dug out.
Wiping off the stains on her face with her hands, the little nurse discovered that she knew the man who had just been pulled out. He was a soldier who had been in the same room with him before the explosion. At this moment, his eyes were closed and he was no longer breathing. . Someone breathed in his nostrils, then shook his head and turned around to continue digging for other survivors.
The little nurse touched the soldier's body, which still had some warmth, put away her tears, knelt in front of him, took a deep breath, and started cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
chest compressions,
artificial respiration,
Every movement of the little nurse was carried out strictly and meticulously.
Although there is little hope, the little nurse is unwilling to give up this last glimmer of hope.
In just one minute, large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her arms began to ache, but even so, she still performed meticulously according to the standards.
Time passed little by little, and she didn't know how long it had passed. She suddenly felt a slight tremor in her fingers.
He leaned down and put his ear to the warrior's chest to listen.
"Boom~boom~boom!"
"Boom~boom~boom!"
The sound of her heart beating again made her cry with joy, and her tears flowed down again.
At this moment, she felt a sense of weakness. She sat down on the ground completely weak, then opened her mouth and shouted loudly, "Save me! Come back! Someone come quickly!"
A big hand put on her shoulder, and a gentle voice came from behind, "Leave it to me, thank you."
Then, two soldiers passed by him, skillfully put the wounded man on the stretcher, and carried him away.
The little nurse turned around and found that the person who had just spoken was an Eighth Route Army soldier in his mid-twenties.
His face was covered in black dust and she couldn't see his specific appearance, but she was sure that he didn't recognize this person.
"Who are you?" the little nurse asked.
Yun Conglong crouched down, looked at the face of the little nurse, and said in a soft tone, "I am Yun Conglong of the Flying Tigers of the New Second Regiment. I have been ordered to come for support. Our Flying Tigers are the first to come with fast legs and feet. The main force should arrive soon."
The little nurse looked at Yun Conglong and was a little surprised. As soon as the plane left, there was an army coming to support it, so she asked with a little doubt, "Big army? Which army is it? Who gave the order?"
"It's the New Second Regiment! It's an order from the headquarters. Our entire New Second Regiment will come! Don't worry, as long as we are here, the Japanese will not dare to come again."
"That's good!" The little nurse put her hands on the ground and stood up vigorously. But as soon as she stood up, her eyesight turned black and she was about to faint.
Yun Conglong stretched out his hand to support her, "Don't force it. Cardiopulmonary resuscitation consumes a lot of energy. You should rest for a while."
The little nurse shook her head to wake herself up, then stared at Yun Conglong, "How do you know this?"
"The regiment leader asked the health workers to teach us. Every one of our Flying Tigers soldiers has received first aid training." As he said that, he pointed to other Flying Tigers soldiers who were helping to rescue the wounded.
After a short rest, the little nurse felt that the dizziness disappeared and her strength recovered a little, so she said, "Thank you! I have rested, and I am going to rescue the wounded."
Yun Conglong took out a few pieces of candy from his pocket, handed them to the nurse, and said, "Take this first. If you still feel dizzy, take one."
Looking at the candy, the little nurse swallowed her saliva and said, "Thank you, no need!"
"Take it! We old men don't like to eat this sweet stuff, but our leader insists on giving it to us, saying it can replenish our energy at critical moments!"
The little nurse hesitated for a moment and took only one piece, "Your group is quite wealthy!"
Yun Conglong scratched his head and said, "No way? We are very poor, but our Flying Tigers' treatment is better."
"Report!" A voice interrupted the two conversations.
Yun Conglong glanced at it and saw that it was Zhao Mengde, the smallest soldier in the team.
Zhao Mengde had just turned 14 years old and was once the leader of the Zhaozhuang Children's Corps. The new soldier who joined the regiment following the political commissar Yue Hong was a good youngster who was specially approved by the political commissar to join the Flying Tigers.
Zhao Mengde took out a few bullet casings from his pocket and handed them to Yun Conglong, "Captain, this is what I discovered. These bullet casings are not of caliber commonly used by us, nor are they commonly used by the Japanese."
Yun Conglong picked up the cartridge case and squeezed it, then his face darkened, "This seems to be the .45 that the regiment leader said."
"What kind of gun is attached to it?" Zhao Mengde asked.
"It seems to be an American submachine gun. I have never seen it, but the regiment leader has." Yun Conglong said thoughtfully, and then said, "I can just tell the regiment leader about this matter. You'd better not mention it, so as not to touch it." frowned."
"What brows can't I touch?" Ding Wei's voice came from not far away.
