Liang Jian: I have a canteen

The fire was burning, and there was a crackling sound. After a short period of confusion, the entire hospital began to evacuate in an orderly manner again.

Amidst the noise, a young nurse let out a low cry.

She had just been dug out from the ruins, and she rushed back immediately after being dug out, tearing her way through the rubble with other soldiers, hoping to rescue one more person from the ruins.

Before the bombing, she was persuading some wounded soldiers who refused to evacuate the Eighth Route Army.

It stands to reason that soldiers take obeying orders as their bounden duty, and you have to withdraw if you are asked to withdraw, but a few Eighth Route Army soldiers who have improved and can basically take care of themselves will not withdraw, but will stay to cover other comrades in arms.

There are still many wounded like this, and the task of the little nurse is to persuade a few wounded she had taken care of to let them evacuate as soon as possible.

But before he could say a few words, the first bomb fell.

The sudden explosion stunned the little nurse, who had never experienced an air raid, and completely forgot the air defense drill she had done.Although she forgot, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army did not. The moment they heard the explosion, someone threw her to the ground and used their bodies to block the impact of the explosion behind them.

The little nurse who was crushed under him couldn't see anything, he could only feel that the soldiers on him were getting heavier and heavier, and his originally steady breathing became weaker and weaker, and finally became inaudible.
The little nurse's hand had been cut by sharp tiles and was bleeding, but she didn't care about it at all, she just dug vigorously with tears in her eyes.

Bricks, rubble, even large rocks that she couldn't move before, she can easily move back at this moment.

She has an expression on her face, digging numbly, digging
It wasn't until a drooping arm appeared in front of her eyes that there was no fluctuation on her numb face.

Seeing this arm, the little nurse moved faster and the blood flowed more.

Soon, with the help of other fighters, the soldier buried under the rubble was dug out.

Wiping off the stains on her face with her hands, the little nurse found that she knew the man who had just been pulled out. He was a soldier who had been in the same room with him before the explosion. At this moment, his eyes were closed and he was not breathing. .Someone sniffed his nostrils for breath, then shook his head and turned to continue digging at the other survivors.

The little nurse touched the soldier's still warm body, put away her tears, knelt down in front of him, took a deep breath, and started cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

chest compressions,

artificial respiration,

Every movement of the little nurse is strictly and meticulously executed.

Although the hope is slim, the little nurse is unwilling to give up this last chance.

In just one minute, there were beads of sweat on her forehead, and her arms began to tingle, but even so, she still carried out the work meticulously according to the standard.

Time passed little by little, and she didn't know how long it had been, when she suddenly felt a slight tremor in her fingers.

He bent down, put his ear to the warrior's chest, and listened.

"Boom~boom~boom!"

"Boom~boom~boom!"

The sound of her heart beating again made her weep with joy, and the tears flowed down again.

At this moment, she felt a sense of weakness, and she sat down on the ground weakly, then opened her mouth and shouted loudly, "Save me! Save me! Come on!"

A big hand rested on her shoulder, and a gentle voice came from behind, "Leave it to me, thank you."

Then, two soldiers passed by him, skillfully put the wounded on a stretcher and carried him away.

The little nurse turned her head and found that the person who had just spoken was a 25-year-old Eighth Route Army soldier.

His face was covered with black and gray, and he couldn't see his specific appearance, but she was sure that he didn't know this person.

"Who are you?" the little nurse asked.

Yun Conglong squatted down, looked at the little nurse's face, and said in a soft tone, "I am Yun Conglong from the Flying Tigers of the New Second Regiment. I was ordered to come to support. Our Flying Tigers are the first to come. The main force should be here soon."

The little nurse looked at Yun Conglong a little surprised. The plane had just left, and there were troops coming to support it, so she asked with a little doubt, "Big troop? Which troop is it? Whose order is it?"

"It's the New Second Regiment! It's an order from the headquarters. Our entire New Second Regiment will come! Don't worry, with us here, the devils won't dare to come again."

"That's good!" The little nurse supported the ground with her hands and stood up vigorously, but just as she stood up, she felt that her eyes were dark and she was about to faint.

Yun Conglong stretched out his hand to support him, "Don't force it, cardiopulmonary resuscitation is very exhausting, you should rest for a while."

The little nurse shook her head to wake herself up, then stared at Yun Conglong, "How do you know this?"

"It's the head of the regiment who asked the hygienist to teach us. Every soldier of our Flying Tigers has received first aid training." He said, pointing to other fighters of the Flying Tigers who were helping to rescue the wounded.

After a short rest, the little nurse felt that the dizziness disappeared and her physical strength recovered, so she said, "Thank you! I have rested, and I am going to rescue the wounded."

Yun Conglong took out a few candies from his pocket, handed them to the little nurse, and said, "You take this first, and if you still feel dizzy, eat one."

Looking at the candy, the little nurse swallowed, "Thank you, no need!"

"Take it! We old men don't like to eat this sweet thing, but our leader insisted on giving it to us, saying that it can replenish our strength at critical moments!"

The little nurse hesitated for a moment, and only took one piece, "Your group is quite rich!"

Yun Conglong scratched his head, "How can there be? Poor ones, it's just that our Flying Tigers are treated better."

"Report!" A voice interrupted the two conversations.

Yun Conglong took a look, it was Zhao Mengde, the youngest fighter in the team.

Zhao Mengde had just turned 14 years old. He used to be the head of the Zhaozhuang Children's Corps. The soldier who joined the regiment with Yue Hongxin, the political commissar, was a good seed. He was specially approved by the political commissar to join the Flying Tigers.

Zhao Mengde took out a few bullet casings from his pocket and handed them to Yun Conglong, "Captain, I found this. These bullet casings are not the caliber we commonly use, nor the caliber commonly used by devils."

Yun Conglong picked up the cartridge case and pinched it, then his face darkened, "This seems to be the .45 that the head of the group said."

"What gun is it on?" Zhao Mengde asked.

"It seems to be an American submachine gun. I haven't seen it, but the commander has." Yun Conglong said thoughtfully, "I'll just tell the commander about it. You'd better not mention it, so as not to offend others." frown."

"What brows can't I touch?" Ding Wei's voice came from not far away.