Sword of Death Camp

Chapter 3 Woke Up, But Became a Fool
"Scholar, what did you say?"

Sun Shijiang was illiterate, so he didn't know what was written on this piece of paper, but from the change of expression on the old scholar's face, it could be seen that what was written on this piece of paper was very important.

The old scholar looked at the Eighth Route Army soldier lying on the ground with a complicated expression, and quickly squatted down to check where the fainted Eighth Route Army soldier was injured.

If the old scholar was resistant to the arrival of the soldier in front of him before, he resisted from the bottom of his heart that the soldier in front of him came to their last hiding place, because it represented a risk.

Now, the old scholar is really worried about the injury of this Eighth Route Army soldier.

The old scholar squatted down and carefully looked for the wounds on the Eighth Route Army soldier, while answering Sun Shijiang's question.

"This is a hero, their battalion has been withdrawn from the front line with only 67 men left, and has run out of ammunition and food.

But in order to save the villagers who were about to be massacred by the Japanese, they still went up to fight with the Japanese and saved the villagers who were about to be massacred with 66 lives.

Only the one in front of me is not dead.

They knew they had no bullets, so they rushed up singing military songs and saved the common people with their own lives.

It seems that the rumors are true, the Eighth Route Army really has the common people in mind.

They are heroes! "

Sun Shijiang breathed a sigh of relief. He was also worried that he would bring back a disaster to the villagers. He was relieved after hearing the old scholar's words.

However, knowing that there are no bullets in the gun, but still go up and fight, only one person will die, just to save the common people?
hiss!
This is real?

If it was true, then I did the right thing in carrying him back. If I didn't carry him back, such a hero would probably die in a coma at the hands of the Japanese.

Sun Shijiang felt that he had done one thing right again.

"No, there is no wound on this person, why is he unconscious?

Mason Sun, do you know how this man was injured? "

The old scholar turned the Eighth Route Army soldier over and checked him up, down, left, and right, but he couldn't find any wounds.

But there is no wound, why is it unconscious?
The old scholar was puzzled, if he could not feel his chest and heartbeat, and his pulse showed that the person in front of him was indeed a living person, the old scholar would have thought he was dead.

"I don't know why, my family of four hid in the lost ditch under the back of the house, thinking that even many villagers in this village could not find it, so it should be safe.

Unexpectedly, the Eighth Route Army and the Japanese army met at Wubei Ridge and fought!
Our family waited in fear for them to finish fighting and leave in Lost Valley, but they didn't expect two people to fall down from above.

The bayonet on the gun in the soldier's hand stabbed the Japanese in the heart, and he just fell off the mountain and fell into the lost ditch. It is impossible to fall down the hillside of more than ten feet without injury! "

If it rolled down from a hillside more than ten feet high, would it be internal bleeding?

As soon as the old scholar heard what Sun Shijiang said, he immediately had a guess, and then hurriedly tried to press the Eighth Route Army soldier's abdomen lightly with a nervous expression, and touched the pulse gate. After feeling it, he was relieved.

"Fortunately, the internal organs were not injured by falling from such a height!
But why are you unconscious?

Did you hit your head? "

Old scholar, take off the hat of this Eighth Route Army soldier and take a closer look. There is indeed a very big bulge in the short hair wearing the hat.

hiss!
"It did hit the head, and it was serious!
No wonder he was unconscious, but there is no medicine here, I can only use silver needles to clear up the blood on his head!

All that was left was to wait for him to wake up by himself. The hillside more than ten feet high rolled down and hit his head. It was lucky that he didn't die!
Just do your best!

Whether you can survive or not depends on God's will! "

So, two days finally passed.

Sun Shijiang went out every day to inquire about the news, to see if the Japanese had been driven away?
Unfortunately, there are still Japanese soldiers in their village, although not many.

But never mind how many there are, even just one can pose a huge threat to all the villagers in their village, so they dare not go back.

Sun Shijiang went to inquire about the news and came back, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the Eighth Route Army soldier he carried back woke up.

A tall young man in Eighth Route Army uniform was sitting on a big rock, as if thinking about something.

"Mr. Xiucai, it seems that you are the one with the best medical skills in ten miles and eight villages. You can heal your head if you roll down a hillside of more than ten feet!"

Sun Shijiang smiled and said something to the old scholar.

The old scholar shook his head, with a look of helplessness and powerlessness: "His own recovery ability is amazing, the injury on his head should also be injured on the skull.

He didn't expect such a serious injury to recover in just two days, this is what the old man didn't expect.

However, although the injury has recovered, there is no recovery, and there may be no way to recover in the future.

He is now stupid!

It must have been knocked against something when he rolled down a hillside more than ten feet high, knocking his head silly!
He doesn't know anything now, and it's not right, he knows his name, and he doesn't know anything else! "

What?
Sun Shijiang looked in surprise at the tall young man in Eighth Route Army uniform who had come to his senses and was sitting on the rock next to him.

Silly?

How is it possible, this doesn't look like it!

"If you don't believe me, go and ask yourself, you will know once you ask!"

The old scholar's complexion was not good-looking, and he couldn't do anything about the disease of his head becoming stupid.

"Have the Japanese in the village left?"

"Don't go away, there are still seven or eight of them, and they seem to be planning to live in the village!

Boss, do you remember? "

The last sentence, Sun Shijiang said to the tall young man sitting on the rock. After all, I wanted to carry him back that day, because he woke up in the ravine to let himself know that he was alive.

Otherwise, whoever cares about a dead body, he doesn't care anyway.

The tall young man in front of him understood Sun Shijiang's words, then shook his head, and went on in a daze again.

"Boss, what's your name, is it the Eighth Route Army?"

Sun Shijiang continued to ask.

The tall young man glanced at him: "Chen Shanhe!"

After finishing speaking, I will stop talking, with a confused look on my face, it seems that I am indeed stupid.

"Stop asking, I've asked countless times before you came back, and now he doesn't remember anything except his own name!"

The old scholar took the piece of paper, walked over, handed it to the tall young man, and asked him, "Can you understand the words on it?"

The tall young man looked at the words on the paper, then at the old scholar, and nodded.

"Understand!"

The old scholar heaved a sigh of relief, then nodded to signal him: "This is yours, if you understand it, just read it according to the words on it!
You will know who you are! "

The tall young man didn't say a word, just read the words on the paper.

"That day, we retired from the front line to rest...

...Only 67 people rushed over, bayonet to bayonet...

...The military song is humming softly, generously dying...

... At the cost of 66 sacrifices, we annihilated 54 Japanese soldiers and saved the whole village.

I was the only one who survived in the whole battalion. Before he died, the battalion commander held my hand firmly and said: "You are the only seed in our battalion, you must take the battalion flag back...

... From that day on, from the day I was left alone in our battalion, our battalion was called the Death Battalion.

because,

We dare to die! "

This tall young man who called himself Chen Shanhe seemed to understand something.

Death camp?
It turns out that I am a soldier, and my army is called Death Battalion?

It said that his task was to bring the battalion flag back to the head of the regiment.

Camp flag?

Yes, where is my battalion flag?

Chen Shanhe searched anxiously all over his body, but found nothing.

"Old man, where is my battalion flag? Have you seen my battalion flag?"

The old scholar sighed and said, "Fortunately, you just lost your memory, not becoming stupid!

Well, quite polite, know how to call old sir!
But the old man didn't see your battalion flag. Sun Shijiang carried you back from the battlefield. Ask him if he has seen it? "

Sun Shijiang thought for a while: "At that time, you stabbed the Japanese with a bayonet, and then rolled down the valley with that Japanese.

The Japanese are dead, but you are not.

But you don't have anything else on you, nothing like a flag, you probably dropped it when you were fighting the Japanese!

Maybe still on the hillside! "

This tall young man named Chen Shanhe stood up: "Well, then I'm going to find the battalion flag, and the battalion commander said that he would send the flag back to the regimental commander."

Sun Shijiang quickly grabbed his arm to prevent him from rushing about impulsively like a headless chicken.

"Don't mess around, on the way back, I turned around and took a look, there were corpses everywhere on the hillside, and no one buried them!

As soon as people approach, the crows will fly up densely and densely!
But when I went to look at it, the crow had already been circling in the air, not daring to land.

Thinking about it, maybe there are Japanese ambushing on that hillside waiting for you to pass by, and then clean up you! "

Since ancient times, storytelling has said that if someone in the Three Kingdoms could spot an ambush in the woods at a glance, it must be a frightened bird hovering in the sky.

Sun Shijiang had heard of these stories.

After such a reminder, the old scholar felt that what he said made sense.

After all, if you know that the enemy will go to clean up the corpse, ambushing near the corpse is also a good place to wait.

So he also said: "Although Sun Shijiang doesn't know how to fight, he is better than your current state. After all, your mind is not clear now and you can't remember anything.

Going to the battlefield at this time, if someone is ambushing, wouldn't you send the sheep to the tiger's mouth?

Or wait!
Wait two days before looking for it. The Japanese army cannot stay on that battlefield forever.

You go after the Japanese army is gone. If your battalion flag was thrown on the battlefield, no one else can take it away!

If you want to take it away, you have already taken it now, there is no use rushing to go!

What do you say! "

The young man felt reasonable, nodded and said, "Okay!"

This tall young man named Chen Shanhe respects the old man in front of him who rescued him, and is also very grateful to Sun Shijiang who carried him back from the battlefield and saved his life, so he didn't break free from his hands just now. .

But it was uncomfortable to be held like this all the time, so I struggled lightly to break free from Sun Shijiang's hands.

what!
Sun Shijiang looked at the tall young man in front of him without confidence.

I am a stonemason, and I have great strength, which is well-known in ten miles and eight villages.

Just break away with such a light struggle?
But the young man named Chen Shanhe in front of him didn't take this matter to heart, he now felt a strange thing in his mind.

"Time-space transformation?
What is this? "

(End of this chapter)