Chapter 615: The wounded, the doctor...

Starting from January 20, the war between China and Japan has reached a white-hot stage.

More than 100,000 people were stalemate on the narrow battlefield, sacrificing their lives to fight desperately. Thousands of soldiers fought for each other's country with red eyes.

The Chinese army is fighting hard, and the Japanese army is fighting hard.

As the news came from the rear, in order to completely defeat the enemy in Anqing, the National Government once again dispatched 11 divisions of troops and rushed to the front line through Wuhan.

The National Government's attitude is very obvious, and it is to eat the Japanese pirates here in one go!

At this time, the 111th Division received a warm and exciting news. After launching consecutive assaults on the 3rd Division Command of the Japanese pirates, it defeated the 3rd Division Command on the 18th. In addition to the missing division commander Fujita Shin, most of the Japanese pirates were wiped out.

The victory and victory greatly encouraged the soldiers on the front line. As the Battle of Anqing continued to develop, more than 20,000 people fell on the battlefield in just over ten days.

The war became more and more cruel and bloody.

The entire Japanese army was put into the attack, and the fierce battle made people numb. Sometimes when an attack ended, the soldiers who were still screaming at fighting a few minutes ago fell to the ground, and no matter how the commander scolded him, he would never stand up again...

But when the order for the battle was issued again, we could soon see these soldiers quickly joining the battle again.

The Japanese pirate soldiers knew very well why they were fighting this time, not for the benefit of the empire, not for His Majesty the Emperor, but for themselves.

Only by breaking through the defense line of the Chinese army can you return to your hometown alive.

Once this energy is stimulated, the effect is undoubtedly amazing.

The Chinese defenders ushered in the most difficult battle from this time.

On the 20th day, the two sides fought in total 216 battles in all sizes and 216 times, and a large proportion of the casualties in more than ten days occurred today.

Both sides are filling the battlefield with their lives.

The Japanese pirates took the lives of soldiers and fought hard, trying to tear apart a passage. The Chinese army took the lives of soldiers, sacrificed their lives and defended every position tightly.

Even when night falls, the flash of fire passing by the rain of bullets can still be clearly visible.

The shouts of killing continued, and the horn of charge never stopped.

Fatigue and fear have long been abandoned without a trace, and all they have in their eyes are enemies.

Bullets were consumed in boxes, and soldiers were dying in groups.

A soldier hurriedly ran back to report the situation of the battle, and suddenly tripped, and his head fell into something soft.

The soldier pulled his head out and saw it in the fire. He immediately lay on the ground and vomited heavily, wishing he could vomit all his internal organs.

His head fell into the chest of a corpse.

The entire chest of the corpse was blown open by shells, and the organs inside had long been blown to pieces. The soldier's head rushed directly into this chest...

A team of soldiers carrying stretchers rushed off the battlefield with the wounded.

Just after walking a few steps, a shell exploded beside him. The soldiers were blown away. When the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, they fell to the ground in a row, and most of them had lost their lives.

A dying sanitation worker climbed forward a few steps, his hands seemed to want to reach towards the stretcher.

Lying on the stretcher was their company commander, a heroic company commander. He commanded his company and repelled the Japanese pirates' charge dozens of times in one breath. In the end, he himself was seriously injured.

The regiment headquarters came to order to take the company commander down from the position.

But now I can't take it down, and the health officer saw that their company commander had died on a stretcher...

The sanitation officer crawled forward a few steps and finally fell into a pool of blood.

They saved countless people when they were alive, but when they needed help, they could no longer see a living person around them.

War is a war that people hate but have to face.

War brings people more than death. In decades, the psychological harm caused by war may not dissipate.

Everything bloody here, the torture brought by the fear of death.

Perhaps many years later, those who have participated in this war and survived by chance will suddenly wake up from the nightmare, because they saw that terrible scene in their dreams...

The war lasted until the end of the month.

In nearly a month, 80,000 people fell on this bloody battlefield, and a large number of wounded soldiers had to struggle on the brink of death because they could not be effectively treated.

Both sides have begun to face serious difficulties in supply, especially in medicine.

The Japanese pirates could have saved their lives just because they were not treated in time every day, but they had to watch as many as 200 soldiers who died in pain.

When the Chinese army died for this reason, it far exceeded the Japanese figures.

In February, Mr. Tan Kah Kee, chairman of the "Nanyang Overseas Chinese Relief Association for the Motherland Refugees", arrived at the Third War Zone.

After hearing the news, Zheng Yong immediately put down his work and greeted him in person.

"Mr. Chen, thank you all the hard work." After seeing Chen Jiageng and the overseas Chinese behind him, Zheng Yong gave a military salute:

"The battle situation on the front line is tense, and artillery fire is everywhere along the way. Mr. Chen and you all will arrive at this time, which is a great spiritual encouragement to my combat soldiers!"

Chen Jiageng, wearing black-rimmed glasses, walked up quickly and grabbed Zheng Yong's hand tightly: "General Zheng, we have heard of the general's reputation for being a general overseas for a long time. The general fought hard and was the number one hero of the Chinese nation's war of resistance!"

"Sir, I'm too proud. Japanese pirate planes will come to bomb at any time. Please follow me and you to the air raid shelter, which is much safer there..."

Chen Jiageng waved his hand and rejected Zheng Yong's kindness:

"General Zheng, we are here to visit the frontline soldiers, not to avoid shells in the air raid shelter. Thank you for your kindness."

Zheng Yong was a little helpless.

Under his instructions, members of the "Nanyang Overseas Chinese Relief Association for the Motherland Refugees" were taken to a relatively safe field hospital to visit the wounded.

As soon as I entered the hospital, the painful cry inside was clearly heard by every member of the delegation.

A bloody scene soon appeared in front of them:

A wounded person is undergoing amputation without any anesthesia!

His whole person was tightly tied up. A doctor held the surgical instrument and sawed it down at his injured leg expressionlessly. The people who were in charge of the operation were also numb.

The wounded man's mouth was stuffed with a piece of wood wrapped around his strips. As the operation progressed, his mouth kept making "whimpering" sounds, and the violent pain was clearly visible on his face.

"Next, move quickly!"

The doctor who had finished the operation was still indifferent, and he was too lazy to see the injured person who had just finished the operation.

"Bastard, stop!"

A delegation member who could no longer bear it rushed forward and grabbed the doctor, pointing to the wounded man who had just been carried down, his angry face distorted:

"You are inhumane, why don't you give him anesthetics? Why? Don't you know..."

The doctor pushed him away:

"roll!"

"General Zheng, we protest, we protest to you. It is inhumane to perform the surgery under such circumstances. We will report everything we see to the Federation of Refugees of the Nanyang Overseas Chinese to raise relief to the motherland!"

The overseas Chinese was extremely angry and shouted loudly.

"Our medicine has been used up." Zheng Yong said lightly.

Overseas Chinese were stunned for a moment, and then said in an atmosphere:

"No, it's impossible. We just organized a batch of medicines last month and delivered them. How could it be that they could use up so quickly?"

Zheng Yong exhaled gently and said calmly:

"Sir, I know that you organized a large number of medicines to be delivered to China, but do you know how big the battlefield in China is and how many people can be delivered to us?

In my third war zone, thousands of people die every day, and thousands of people need medicine every day. There are not many people assigned to various troops, and some wounded people cannot be treated at all.

Do you think he is cruel, do you think he is cruel? But I believe that the pain in his heart is stronger than any of us. He is a doctor, but he has to watch his patients die due to lack of medicine.

I don't blame him, I have never blamed them. I know they have tried their best. These people among them have given blood for the wounded, but I am afraid that even they themselves have forgotten... "

The overseas Chinese stopped yelling and listened blankly like all the overseas Chinese to what they had never heard before.

Zheng Yong walked to the doctor and said softly:

"He is the dean here. As far as I know, since the decisive battle in Anqing, he has worked for several days without rest. During this period, he fainted several times due to transition fatigue.

But do you know what he does every time he wakes up? Keep picking up his weapons and treating the wounded, and even the order I gave him rest, he completely threw it behind his head."

The overseas Chinese who was still losing his temper at the doctor just now suddenly walked to the doctor and bowed deeply:

"Doctor, I'm sorry, I don't know, I don't know anything."

"No need to say sorry. If you really want to be sorry, please find me some medicine and just think I am begging you." The doctor was still so indifferent and said softly.

Mr. Chen Jiageng took off his hat and bent down at all the doctors and nurses in the hospital:

"Thank you, thank you. Although you are not fighting Japanese pirates with weapons, your contributions are no worse than those of any soldiers on the front line!"

No one looked up because of his words. Now, treating the wounded is more important than anything else.

But Chen Jiageng didn't think they were rude at all. It was them who used their own efforts and hard work to save the lives of one wounded one after another, and made their own alternative and special contributions to the War of Resistance...
Chapter completed!