The War of Resistance

"Let us out quickly!" Ma Erhuzi shouted, and then there were "bang" and "bang" knocks on the door.

"If you keep making noise, I'll hang you all up on the tree. How dare you speak ill of our commander behind his back!" Then there was a "bang" sound.

The person who spoke was the soldier of the 59th Army guarding the door, and this "bang" was much louder than the "bang" and "bang" of Ma Erhuzi's smashing on the door, because Ma Erhuzi was He hit it with his fist, but he hit it with the butt of his gun.

But Ma Erhuzi would never shut up just because the other party used the butt of a gun.

"What did you do to our brother?" Ma Erhuzi shouted again.

"What's going on? Take him out and kill him!" the soldier guarding the door replied angrily.

But when the soldier said this, there was no movement in the room. The soldier guarding the door didn't bother to talk to the people in the room, and he was happy to keep quiet.

But at this time in the room, Mr. Wang had just let go of Ma Erhuzi's arm. That was when Ma Erhuzi was about to smash the door again, but Mr. Wang stopped him.

"Okay, let's calm down. The little dustpan should be fine.

Think about it, the little dustpan is like that. If you leave it there, it will definitely die. Why should you drag it out and kill it?

Is it possible to kill a small dustpan? They have no grudge against us in the first place, not to mention that we all fight against the Japanese. "Old Mao Wang analyzed.

"Then they arrested us, but they just left the little dustpan there and didn't care?" Qiu Bo asked worriedly.

"I always feel that it is not the case. Our Northeastern Army and Northwest Army have no enmity. I think our two families even joined forces to capture the old man in Xi'an.

So they are different from the Central Army. The Central Army is a direct descendant. Our Northeast Army and Northwest Army are all miscellaneous armies. Even if they don't help us, they won't make it difficult for us. "Old Mao Wang said not very sure.

"Then they won't lock us up to treat Xiaodustpan's injuries, right?" Gu Man also asked doubtfully at this time.

Although Gu Man is also a veteran, he has only been in Shang Zhen's team for a short time. But just because he is a veteran, he knows that the friendship between veterans is forged while fighting side by side, so he will not speak rashly and cause trouble. Shang Zhen and this group of old people are unhappy.

"Then who knows? If they wanted to treat Little Dustpan's injury, they wouldn't have kicked us out in the first place, alas." Old Mao Wang sighed.

He couldn't figure it out either.

Old Mao Wang only figured out why they were disarmed and arrested through what the soldier guarding them said.

Didn't the soldier outside the door just say that they dared to scold the military commander behind his back?

And why did they curse the commander of the 59th Army behind his back? Is that even necessary? The military commander's surname is Zhang, but Qian Chuan'er insists that "no one named Zhang is a good person." Isn't this just a scolding of the military commander?

However, it stands to reason that they were very careful when talking and should not be heard by the guards at the hospital entrance, so it could only be that the walls have ears.

After all, I was careless, and disaster came from my mouth!

It's just that if these good people get into trouble, they will probably be beaten up by the people of the 59th Army, but what should they do with the little dustpan who looks like he is only breathing?

Thinking of this, Mr. Wang felt heartbroken and had a headache.

Naturally, I feel distressed because I feel distressed for the little dustpan.

You can imagine how difficult it was for Little Dustpan to survive the siege by the Japanese army and still survive half a life, not to mention that he, Old Man Wang, was old, but he watched Little Dustpan grow from a child year after year. Grow into an outstanding soldier.

Naturally, the headache was because he really couldn't think of a way to save the little dustpan.

Alas, it would be great if that little kid Shang Zhen could follow him. Maybe he could come up with some tricks, but this little kid was injured and couldn't walk.

Wang Laomao, who really couldn't figure out how to save Xiao Dustpan, could only vent his anger on Shang Zhen in his heart.

But Old Man Wang didn't know that at this moment, in the home of the hospital not far away from where they were imprisoned, a small dustpan that had been stripped to all parts of his body was lying there on a simple wooden stand. .

He was still unconscious, but it was useless even if he was awake because he was not only tied up but also anesthetized.

A doctor wearing a mouthpiece and a white coat raised his hand holding a lancet towards him.

Right next to the doctor, a female nurse was busy. She was also wearing a mask, but she only showed a pair of bright black eyes.

You can't tell a person's appearance by just looking at their eyes, but this female nurse's eyelashes are longer than those of ordinary women.

Time passed little by little.

A soldier guarding the door glanced into the room from the window and saw that several Northeast Army soldiers who had scolded their Commander Zhang in private were already asleep.

As for the sleeping position, the older one fell asleep while sitting on a broken chair. The remaining four slept against the corner or just lying on the cold ground.

"You don't even care about your brother's life or death, yet you still sleep. How cruel!" the soldier said dissatisfiedly.

"I said before that they just snatched Xiao Bengbu back last night. Maybe they also joined the war." At this time, his companion said next to him.

"Fuck, you're going to scold our commander after you join the war?" the soldier said dissatisfied.

"Hey, we are all soldiers. Just like us, we are all people who cannot return home." Naturally, his companion could not speak for Mr. Wang and the others, but his words also revealed his feelings for Mr. Wang and the others. of sympathy.

When his companion said this, the soldier felt something in his heart and finally just "hummed" without saying anything else.

Mr. Wang and the others are indeed too tired and too sleepy.

They fought with the Japanese all night yesterday, and then they carried a small dustpan and ran dozens of miles to find a doctor. Even hard-core people couldn't withstand such a torment.

Time passes, the sun sets, and dusk arrives.

Mr. Wang and the others are still sleeping.

But at this moment, there was a "ding" sound in the room that served as a temporary operating room. It was a 6.5mm pointed bullet stained red by blood that fell into a porcelain plate.

After more than ten minutes, the door of the operating room was pushed open, and the doctor who performed the surgery walked out stiffly, followed by the young nurse.

The two people took off their masks in unison. The doctor was in his forties and looked elegant, while the female nurse had delicate features, but she also showed fatigue.

"Doctor Hua, do you think he can make it through?" the female nurse finally asked.

As a nurse, she participated in the entire process of operating on Xiao Dustpan.

Of course she could tell that Little Dustpan was very young, but in terms of physical strength, he was better than the average soldier nowadays.

You can imagine how brave this young soldier must have been when fighting the Japanese army, just because he had gunshot wounds on the front and back of his body.

If this young Northeast warrior really died in battle without being rescued, she knew she would be sad.

"I don't know either. If he can survive until tomorrow morning and wake up, I think he will be fine." The doctor known as Dr. Hua also answered uncertainly.

Doctors can treat illnesses but cannot save lives. Sometimes they can only look at the fate of the wounded person.

Therefore, Little Dustpan, the young soldier in the eyes of doctors and nurses, is still uncertain about his life or death.