The War of Resistance

A Japanese plane flew in, and the Chinese officers who were waiting in line for instructions cheered and dispersed.

"We're not afraid of the sky or the earth, we're just afraid of planes pulling us in." There was no other way. Since the Japanese planes were coming, everyone had to hide.

This time, a total of four Japanese planes came, but it can be seen that the bombing by the Japanese planes was blind this time. Those planes only chose places with many houses to drop their bombs, but when the nose of the plane was pulled up, they did not drop their bombs. Then it bombed, but flew away again.

"They say you are quite good at fighting. Have you ever shot down a Japs plane?" Zhao Chuandong asked Shang Zhen who was lying next to a pig pen.

Shang Zhen was originally found by Zhao Chuandong, because the commander of the 59th Army came.

The 337th Brigade belongs to the 51st Army of the Northeast Army. The 51st Army is responsible for the hundred-mile defense line of the entire Huaihe River. Although it caused heavy damage to the Japanese army in the blocking battle of the entire Huaihe River, it also suffered huge losses on its own side. Now reinforcements have finally arrived.

Brigadier Liu Chengyi called Shang Zhen over to consult him on the enemy's situation when necessary.

But who would have thought that as soon as the officers of the 337th Brigade or the 59th Army gathered together, the Japanese planes would arrive.

"We have actually defeated them before." Shang Zhen said while looking up at the Japanese aircraft flying further and further away.

"Real or false?" Zhao Chuandong didn't believe it.

"We won't lie when we talk to the little devil's plaster flag." Shang Zhen replied.

"Why are you talking to the little devil's plaster flag?" Zhao Chuandong didn't understand.

"The plaster on the little devil's flag is the sun, don't you know?" Shang Zhen asked.

"Fuck, you just said you were talking to the sun, and you made a plaster flag to spite me!" Zhao Chuandong said dissatisfied, but then asked, "How did you knock it down?"

"Use a rifle, maybe to kill the kid flying the plane. After that, the plane will fall down. Just be a blind cat and a dead mouse." Shang Zhen replied.

Zhao Chuandong looked at Shang Zhen in surprise and shock and remained silent.

He still believed Shang Zhen's words, but he really found it unbelievable that he could actually shoot down a plane with a rifle.

After a while, Zhao Chuandong muttered: "That's okay, I'd rather be that blind cat."

At this point, the Japanese planes were flying farther and farther away, and at this time Shang Zhen and Zhao Chuandong heard footsteps coming from behind.

When the two people hurriedly got up and turned around to look, they saw the brigade commander Liu Chengyi and the commander of the 59th Army standing in front of them, followed by a group of officers.

Just now Shang Zhen saw Commander Zhang of the 59th Army from a distance, and Zhao Chuandong also pointed it out to him, but before Commander Zhang could speak, the Japanese plane arrived.

"Brigadier!" Shang Zhen shouted.

It's just that he wasn't very good at it when he got up, and this time he subconsciously put his legs together and raised his chest, and couldn't help but say "Ouch" and bend his waist.

"What's going on? I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you still showing off your butt? Why is this aisle so hot?" Brigadier Liu Chengyi teased.

(Note: Labaer Labaer, the dialect roughly means to falter)

Shang Zhen had been fighting with the Japanese army for many days. The clothes he wore were stained with the smell of fireworks, and the cotton cover was torn in some places and exposed.

The so-called handsomeness and perseverance of a soldier have nothing to do with his current image!

Perhaps Liu Chengyi felt that Shang Zhen's image was embarrassing to him. After all, he was standing with the commander of the friendly army, so his words were a bit harsh.

"Report to the brigade commander, I'm injured." Shang Zhen reported quickly.

If Shang Zhen is said to be stupid, then the world may be full of fools.

How could he not know that he needed to give his superiors face in front of outsiders? But that place really hurts.

"Where's the injury?" Liu Chengyi finally asked.

"Gate, my head was swollen after I hit a brick while dodging the Japs' bullets." Shang Zhen replied helplessly.

Which Gada is Negada? Any obscurity involves privacy. People from the Northwest Army also travel north and south, and it's not like they don't understand the Northeastern dialect. As a result, some officers have smiles on their faces.

Where is that rattling? Do you even need to ask? That is the lifeblood of a man.

Liu Chengyi glanced at Shang Zhen. He didn't smile, but said with regret, "I originally planned to give you some work."

What can Shang Zhen say? He could only be speechless.

Yes, the injured area did hurt. When he woke up in the morning, he felt that it was burning, but he happened to be with Gao Yuyan again.

In desperation, he could only endure the pain and eat something randomly.

And when he got to the dark place, he felt it again and found that the area was already swollen, and it was really a serious impact.

"Oh, we are all stepmothers, and we lack medical treatment!" At that time, Commander Zhang, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, sighed.

Then Commander Zhang walked straight forward, and the officers behind him, including the 337th Brigade Commander Liu Chengyi, naturally followed.

But just before the officers had taken a few steps, Shang Zhen suddenly said loudly: "Excuse me, sir, one of my brothers is seriously injured and was carried to your hospital. I wonder if he can be treated."

Shang Zhen's question came so suddenly that all the officers walking in front stopped.

"Don't mess around. Can Commander Zhang be bothered by such a big deal?" Liu Chengyi turned around and glared at Shang Zhen fiercely. After he finished speaking, he glanced at Commander Zhang's face.

Although the Northeastern Army and the Northwest Army belong to the Central Army in name, in fact they are all miscellaneous armies. In the Central Army, they are all those that grandma does not love and uncle does not love.

The Northwest Army is also a poor man. Just imagine if the Northwest Army is not poor, why can't they even afford bayonets, so they let their people practice swordsmanship?

It sounds heroic to chop off the Japanese with a big sword and spear, but in reality, if there are enough steel mouths and good enough bayonets, no one has to use a big knife. This is a helpless move.

As the saying goes, "If you are poor, you will be interspersed; if you are rich, you will be blown up by me." If you have enough firepower, anyone can use it.

"Huh?" Upon hearing what Shang Zhen said, Commander Zhang's expression became strange as he turned to look at Shang Zhen.

After a while, Commander Zhang asked Shang Zhen: "There are many soldiers who have sacrificed their lives for the country on the battlefield.

I've already told you that there is a shortage of medical treatment, so you have to give me a reason why I want to save your brother. "

If Commander Zhang is telling the truth, isn’t that what the Chinese military does today? The Anti-Japanese War has been going on for eight years, and the number of officers and soldiers killed in action must be hundreds of thousands at least.

And among the hundreds of thousands of dead officers and soldiers, were they all killed by the Japanese army? Not really.

Many were wounded on the battlefield and then carried by stretcher teams to hospitals in the rear.

But the so-called hospitals mostly bandage the lightly injured, while the seriously injured can only be left to fend for themselves.

The reason is naturally because of myrrh!