Sword of Death Camp

Chapter 19 That Wasn't a Dream
Chen Shanhe woke up from a coma and found that he was being wrapped in sackcloth, not gauze, especially his chest, which was wrapped layer after layer.

Looking at the large circle of linen on his chest, which seemed to have been washed many times, Chen Shanhe asked with difficulty: "Have you ever boiled this bundle of linen?"

The hygienist's face darkened instantly. You can question my medical skills, but not my hygienic conditions.

Ok!

Looking at his chapped hands, it's impossible to be too hygienic these days.

(There was once a record: During the Anti-Japanese War, the North China Eighth Route Army had a very high disease rate due to the severe situation.

The Japanese Communist Party implements the policy of "three alls" (burning, killing, and robbing) the base areas. Natural disasters hit the base areas again, and food is extremely difficult. In summer, the army eats black beans as the staple food, and their health declines. The number of sick people increased sharply. Dysentery, enteritis, scabies and other diseases were prevalent.

In some units, the incidence rate is as high as 80.00% or even more than [-]%, the company has become a rest center, the company commander has become the 'director', and the head of the regiment has become the 'dean')
At that time, a battalion health worker was an urgently trained soldier, and he could simply bandage him. What kind of medical skills could he have?
Looking at his face, Chen Shanhe knew that the roll of sackcloth on his body must not have been boiled, it should be washed and dried.

So he sat up with difficulty, and began to unwrap the sackcloth wrapped around his body. He didn't want to be infected by the sackcloth instead of being shot to death.

The health worker turned around and walked out with an ugly face. Since he woke up, he wanted to inform the platoon leader waiting outside, but unexpectedly, the battalion commander was also there.

Chen Shanhe was struggling to remove the sackcloth wrapped around his body, the battalion commander and platoon leader came in, and as soon as he entered, he saw Chen Shanhe was removing the cloth strips wrapped around himself.

The battalion commander looked at it and quickly asked: "Hey, what's the matter with you, you need to bandage if you are injured, what's the matter with you taking it apart?"

Chen Shanhe looked disgusted: "If you use this to bandage, you may not be shot to death, but you will be infected and fester to death because of using this to bandage!
Not even boiled! "

Although it is said that the Eighth Route Army has dealt heavy losses to the Japanese army after several battles, after a large part of the veterans who climbed the snow-capped mountains and crossed the grasslands were consumed, they again recruited a large number of local soldiers. He has no real training and combat experience.

Of course, the hygienists are too, they are all ordinary soldiers, find a smart one to train for two days, and just learn how to bandage.

Although I have also studied in the headquarters hospital, the bandages used to cover wounds must be boiled and sterilized before they can be recycled.

But these days I have been fighting and moving, and I don't have the time to light a fire to cook these linen cloths for dressing, so I can only wash them.

When the battalion commander heard this, he quickly looked at the hygienist: "Hygienist, have these bandages been sterilized by high temperature?"

The health worker had a bitter expression on his face: "Battalion Commander, we have just moved, and now we have settled down, and we haven't had time to do all of this!
Besides, it was cleaned..."

The battalion commander already understood what was going on when he heard this,
"I order you, immediately, steam all the bandages at high temperature, and after drying, replace the bandages on all the wounded!
If the wounded are infected because the bandages have not been sterilized by high-temperature cooking, I will shoot you! "

(There is no doubt that health workers are also people who are often sacrificed on the battlefield. Soldiers brought up temporarily, even after a short study, do not have much experience and knowledge. It is normal to make mistakes.)
The hygienist went to the pot with the removed bandages and other unused bandages.

Chen Shanhe looked at the two people in front of him calmly: "How did I get here?"

As soon as he woke up, he saw himself in the room, on the kang. If he hadn't seen the Eighth Route Army clothes that the health worker was wearing, he might have reacted naturally and killed him. Even if he was injured, he still had the strength to fight.

At this time, the two men in the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army in front of them seemed to be officials.

Hearing Chen Shanhe's question, the platoon leader of the reconnaissance platoon hurriedly stood up and explained the matter.

I heard that the equipment of the dozen or so Japanese soldiers that I killed was also brought by Sun Shijiang and the others.

"Comrade Chen Shanhe, in addition to 10 rifles, there are matching guns, ammunition, bullet belts, and a silver-white box, which looks quite expensive. Do you know what it is?
The fellow villager Sun Shijiang said, after you jumped off the cliff with two Japanese soldiers in your arms, when they found you, you carried that silver-white box. "

Silver and white box.

Only then did Chen Shanhe remember that when he stabbed a Japanese soldier with a bayonet, he pushed him into another Japanese soldier with a command knife, who looked like an officer, and fell down the mountain wall hundreds of meters high.

"...just when I thought I was going to die, I appeared in a strange place.

High-rise buildings, beautiful women, and those strange people and guns, and cars...

The beautiful woman said that it was our country 70 years later...

He also said that we have won this war against the invaders!

When I came back from that world, she gave me a silver-white box, which she said was a medical box! "

After hearing what he said, the battalion commander and platoon leader didn't say anything, they just looked at him with pity, and then sighed in unison.

It took a while for the battalion commander to comfort him: "Don't worry! Comrade Chen Shanhe, we will definitely win, and the little devil will be driven back to that island by us!"

After speaking, he exchanged a glance with the platoon leader, his eyes full of regret.

Perhaps, in their hearts, Chen Shanhe might be crazy at this moment, even if he is not crazy, there is still a serious problem in his mind.

Only when he thinks wildly, but even if he thinks wildly, his wish is good, which proves his true love for this country.

Because in his wild imagination, he saw the victory of the war and the beautiful country decades later.

As for the medical box, I'm afraid it was taken from the Japanese army!

"Hey, by the way, I haven't asked yet, which unit of the Eighth Route Army are you from?" Chen Shanhe remembered that he hadn't asked the other party's identity yet.

The battalion commander took a closer look at the big bag on the top of Chen Shanhe's head, and it seemed that it would disappear completely in three or four days.

What a pity for a fighting hero!

He sighed and replied: "I am Zhang Dabiao, commander of the first battalion of the new regiment of the 386th Brigade, Comrade Chen Shanhe, do you remember which regiment you are? Which battalion?"

Chen Shanhe shook his head: "I don't remember!
But I remember that I was holding the medical kit before I fell into a coma. Is the medical kit in your hands now? "

Although he has no memory now, he knew that it was a medical box when he saw the box.

Know more generally what is inside, at least there are anti-inflammatory drugs and injections.

Just now, the hygienist wrapped the wound with sackcloth that has not been cooked at high temperature for many times. If it is not treated in time, it may cause infection.

That's why he couldn't wait to ask about the medical kit.

In addition, he was a little skeptical that the scene he saw was real.

That medical box is a proof that the people and things I met, as well as the high-rise buildings, are really... a proof.

So he looked forward to the next answer.

The leader of the reconnaissance platoon nodded: "There is indeed a silver-white box in our hands. I haven't opened it yet to check. I don't know if it is a medical box!"

When Chen Shanhe heard it, there really was a medical kit.

If there is such a thing as a medical kit, then the high-rise buildings before, where the lights are brightly lit even at night, are not the illusion I had before I fell into a coma!

If all this is true, then have I really been to the world 70 years later?

So, the battle won?
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