Sword of Death Camp

Chapter 17 Entering the Base Area

Originally, this matter was unjustifiable. When some things are not on the table, you can do whatever you want, but once they are on the table, some things must not be done.

For example, snatching the trophies of friendly troops is a more resentful thing.

The 10 rifles in front of me and other ammunition and equipment, if all of them were captured by the wounded carried by the villagers and captured by the Japanese army, then it would definitely be a shame to report it to the second theater commander's department.

Although, I don't know if the Eighth Route Army will be able to do this, but what if?
In fact, the most important thing is that the opponent's two machine guns have been positioned at the best shooting angle, and they can suppress their own firepower at any time.

It is said that the firepower configuration of the Eighth Route Army is a bit low. Sometimes a company may have less than 40 rifles, but it is not like it now!

There are already two machine guns in a mere platoon, and all the soldiers have one gun in each hand, and they seem to be quite capable.

In case of a fight, it is obvious that the opponent's combat effectiveness is much stronger than that of his own logistical arrangement.

You will suffer when you fight.

The most important thing is that if things are going to break out, if there are casualties on my side, it will be a big deal.

At that time, let alone the benefits of these 10 guns, I will not get much into my pocket, and I may not even be able to be the platoon leader.

The benefit is much smaller than the loss, and anyone can calculate this account.

The platoon leader of the Jinsui Army quickly calculated the gains and losses. Although he was a little bit reluctant, he still ordered his subordinates.

"Since the friendly army has said that this is their seized supplies, then give them back the items!"

Seeing that the other party finally returned the things, the platoon leader of the Eighth Route Army didn't talk nonsense, so he made way for the Jinsui Army to drive two carts away.

As for the supplies on the two carts, don't even think about it.

Sun Shijiang watched the Jinsui army leave, and hurriedly greeted the platoon leader of the Eighth Route Army who came over.

"Boss, are you the Eighth Route Army?"

The platoon leader of the Eighth Route Army quickly responded: "Yes, my fellow, we are the Eighth Route Army!
Thank you folks for bringing our wounded here, thank you so much.

What about our comrades? "

While talking to Sun Shijiang, he walked towards the wounded on the stretcher side, and he wanted to see what was going on.

When Sun Shijiang heard that he had found the right owner, he hurriedly said excitedly: "It can be regarded as finding you!
Hurry up, Shanhe was shot three times, and one shot passed through the chest. The boss said just now that it smashed his lungs. "

This platoon leader of the Eighth Route Army is also a veteran. When he went over to see it, he was shot in the shoulder, in the rib, and in the right chest.

In this way, I guess it really can't be saved.

But regardless of whether he can be saved alive or not, he is still alive, so he must try his best to save him, and he must be sent back to the base area first.

Four soldiers from the Eighth Route Army also came over consciously, took the stretcher, and a few soldiers started to pack up the sacks on the ground.

"Platoon leader, besides guns and ammunition, there is also an inexplicable box!"

The soldier who went to collect the spoils took out a silver-white box from the sack.

This is an aluminum alloy box, which is a must-have first aid kit for emergency doctors on the 120 ambulance.

Yang Baiqian put it at Chen Shanhe's hand and sent it over in a hurry. It was just a necessary medicine box for an ordinary emergency doctor.

But at this moment, this style of box appeared in this time and space. Just the appearance of the box already made people realize that this box is not simple and very precious.

Seeing the soldier carrying out the box, Sun Shijiang said: "This is Shanhe who jumped down the mountain with two Japanese soldiers in his arms. When we went down to look for them, we didn't see where the two Japanese soldiers died. We saw Shanhe lying in the grass This box is all around!

Mountains and rivers are also fateful, rolling down a mountain of hundreds of feet, they did not die!

Since he will not die at that time, the scholar of Emen Village said that those who survive the catastrophe must have future blessings!
Shanhe will definitely not die, boss, are you right? "

The platoon leader of the Eighth Route Army did not dare to promise blindly, after all, the bullet passing through the chest was not a minor injury.

He could only say: "We need to rush back to the base area for treatment as soon as possible, he is our comrade, of course we hope he can be well.

Folks, you need to go back with us and let us find out about the situation!
convenient? "

Sun Shijiang didn't say a word: "What's the matter, let's go!"

So, a group of people walked back carrying the wounded, and the platoon leader asked Sun Shijiang about the situation while walking.

The other soldiers in the platoon also chatted with the young men who were originally carrying the stretcher, and they were also learning about the situation.

This was caused by the form of struggle at that time. Their platoon was a reconnaissance platoon, a sharp-edged unit in the battalion.

This can also explain why they are full of people in a platoon, everyone has a gun in their hands, and there are two light machine guns in just one platoon.

This is more than rich, it is simply rich, for the Eighth Route Army.

If it weren't for the fact that they were reconnaissance platoons and sharp knife platoons, such a lavish equipment would have been impossible.

So their awareness of prevention is also top-notch.

They didn't know the Eighth Route Army soldiers on the stretchers, and the Eighth Route Army's badges were not like the badges of other Central Army Jinsui Army that sometimes had their names and detailed unit numbers written on them.

For example, their Eighth Route Army is generally only written on the armbands and badges, the Eighth Route Army or the 18th Army.

Besides, even if they knew each other, they would have to inquire about what should be asked.

What's more, they are the reconnaissance platoon, almost the entire battalion, the most elite troops, and they still have a sense of prevention and combat awareness.

Therefore, during the chats between the soldiers and these young adults, intentionally or unintentionally, they began to find out their bottom line, chatting as they walked.

First of all, it is necessary to determine whether their identities are really young and strong from nearby villages.

This point can be slowly explored and chatted from topics such as working in the field and harvesting, and who they planted.

By the way, how did the wounded get to them and how did he get injured?

Of course, the platoon leader is also asking about this, and the question is aboveboard.

Others were insinuating about some daily situations. After returning to the base, these inquiries had to be summed up with each other, and then checked to see if the situation they inquired matched.

This was considered a relatively careful awareness of prevention at that time.

Then they found out after a while.

The wounded was actually Sun Shijiang who fell from the hillside and fell in front of him when he was avoiding the military disaster.

When he almost died with the Japanese soldier who was stabbed to death by him, he was carried back by Sun Shijiang.

For this reason, the platoon leader once again thanked Sun Shijiang for his righteousness, and then continued the conversation.

I also learned that the wounded man in front of him lost his memory because he suffered a relatively violent blow to the head when he died with the Japanese army. This is the judgment of the old scholar in their village.

Now the wounded only remembers his name, Chen Shanhe.

The most important thing is that a person with amnesia, a half-fool, actually killed a small unit of the Japanese army.

Sun Shijiang said that there are more than a dozen Japanese people, twelve or three, what is it if it is not a small team?
With only one person, he killed more than a dozen people in a small unit of the Japanese army.

The platoon leader in front of this point can be seen from the captured 10 rifles, as well as matching belts, bullets, grenades, and cans.

The more he listened, the brighter his eyes became, shining with an inexplicable light.

Such a character, who killed more than a dozen by himself, is a proper battle hero.

How could such a person let him sacrifice like this?

Of course, he didn't believe it so easily. After the person was rescued, there would naturally be military inspectors to verify the identity of the wounded person.

And go to the battle scene to check the traces of the battle.

Most importantly, I learned from the mouth of the fellow in front of me that there were [-] or [-] Japanese soldiers.

But there are only 10 guns in front of me, and there are three or four guns left!

Soon, after passing through several light or dark checkpoints, they came to the base.

"Report to the battalion commander, the reconnaissance platoon has brought back a wounded person and a few ordinary people from outside."

(End of this chapter)