Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 135 Desperate Standoff (Part Two)

The enemy began to disperse, forming groups of two and three, and surrounded He Yuzhu.

Meanwhile, He Yuzhu had already begun to quietly retreat. The enemy's cannons were temporarily out of the question, and the enemies in front of him were a big problem.

Even if they retreat, He Yuzhu will fire a shot from time to time, slowly wearing down the enemy, which is also a viable strategy.

The enemy made a point of searching around the firing point they had just passed, specifically looking for the heavy machine gun. Since the enemy retreated so quickly, they definitely couldn't take the heavy weapon with them. If it was left behind, it would become their heavy weapon.

The result was naturally disappointing, and also surprising: how were they taken away?
He Yuzhu fought and retreated. At first, the enemy didn't realize what was happening, but as fewer and fewer people appeared around him, they stopped pursuing. The enemy was a veritable god of death in the dark, with incredibly accurate marksmanship. Basically, every shot was fatal. Keep in mind that this was in the dark. Even with the moonlight and the snow providing some light, this was mountainous terrain, and many people had obstacles in front of them. They didn't know where a shot would come from and they would be gone.

Meanwhile, the two ammunition handlers were given a good scolding by Mei Sheng when they returned: "You just came back like that, leaving your platoon leader ahead? You couldn't catch up with the artillery shells, so why didn't you grab your guns and follow along?"

The two soldiers lowered their heads and dared not speak.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and go provide backup!"

"Yes."

"Wait, go find the third company commander and ask him to borrow a squad of men. Just tell him to tell me what to do, and if there are any problems, have them come to me."

"Yes, instructor."

The soldier went and returned shortly with a platoon of fully armed soldiers. After the company commander found out what had happened, he immediately assigned one of the most elite platoons to the company. He knew how many comrades had been killed by artillery fire earlier.

When Mei Sheng saw them coming, he said directly, "No need to say anything. Your task is to assist Squad Leader He Yuzhu, follow his orders, and set off now. Be quick."

"Yes." Everyone saluted and ran after He Yuzhu.

Actually, Mei Sheng's side hasn't been able to make any impact tonight. They've been using bazookas the whole time, and since the enemy can't come up the cliff, the mortars haven't had a chance to be effective yet.

He was now truly hating his poor eyesight; otherwise, he could have been with Wu Qianli at the front, or he could have joined He Yuzhu in striking down the enemy's heavy firepower.

During the day, He Yuzhu gave him another injection. Before, his vision was blurry, but now he is constantly tearing up, along with some other tissue fluid. So, basically, one of his eyes is almost blind, and he can only see things up close with the other eye.

When He Yuzhu was blocking the enemy's advance, the main position was hit by another round of artillery fire. This time, the casualties were less because the craters created earlier could be used as foxholes, and there weren't that many people on top of them.

The enemy didn't react when they shelled the road last time, but this time they must have learned from that experience. After the shelling, they started clearing the road with tanks.

Fortunately, the first round of 7 companies destroyed a lot of tanks and armored vehicles, making them difficult to clear out; otherwise, they would have really wiped out the entire area.

Then the tanks that were responsible for clearing the roadblocks became new roadblocks themselves. A lot of enemy infantry got through, but the people on this position couldn't do anything because they couldn't shoot them all.

When the soldiers of that platoon found He Yuzhu, they were stunned. He Yuzhu had already started cleaning up the battlefield. The enemy was scared away by him. Having lost more than half of their manpower, they collapsed.

Once He Yuzhu had recruited the men, he began assigning tasks. He deliberately released a few bazookas and several boxes of rockets, then had a few soldiers send them back, and called some more people to collect guns and ammunition.

The positions suffered heavy losses from the shelling.

Then he found a place where no one could see him, threw out two mortars and two boxes of shells, and called four men to continue searching for the enemy's heavy artillery positions.

The remaining soldiers cleaning up the battlefield were somewhat numb. Were these people even human? They were all killed with a single shot. They had only heard from the soldiers of the 6th and 7th Companies that He Yuzhu was very capable, but now they had truly witnessed it for themselves.

No wonder the political instructor of the 7th Company wanted to borrow troops to rescue people, but they didn't need any rescue; they could only help clean up the battlefield.

He Yuzhu led his men on a frantic run across two hills before finally spotting the flames of artillery fire on the highway. After finding a suitable location and setting up two cannons, He Yuzhu shouted, "Three rapid fires!"

"Thump, thump" "Whoosh, whoosh"

"Thump, thump" "Whoosh, whoosh"

"Thump, thump" "Whoosh, whoosh"

On the highway, "bang, bang," "bang, bang," "bang, boom, boom boom boom, boom boom boom."

The final salvo of shells hit the enemy's shell pile directly, and the secondary explosion was incredibly powerful, leaving a hundred-meter radius around the road looking like it had been plowed up.

The cannons were blown into the air, and trucks, jeeps, and armored vehicles were overturned by the blast waves. Where were the people in that area? They were either blown to pieces or blown away to who knows where.

Even He Yuzhu and his group, who were on the mountain several hundred meters away, felt the shockwave. He Yuzhu shouted, "Get down!"

The soldiers were alert and quickly lay down. Then they felt a gust of evil wind blowing over their heads, carrying stones and other things that made their helmets clang.

After the shockwave subsided, He Yuzhu felt that the trip shouldn't have been in vain, so he ordered the remaining shells to be fired at the densely populated enemy areas below.

With this small artillery group destroyed, the enemy will probably have to use larger caliber artillery if they want to use larger ones. He Yuzhu has no choice but to go down the mountain, since they are just a few small fry; why would they go to their deaths?

"Withdraw." He Yuzhu led his men, carrying the mortars that were out of ammunition, and ran back to their own positions.

The explosions were so loud that Wu Qianli and his men heard them too. Wu Qianli shouted, "It's done! The enemy has run out of cannons. Give those bastards down there a good beating!"

"Yes, morale is high on the front lines."

Before He Yuzhu could even catch his breath after returning, Mei Sheng began chanting a curse. Startled, He Yuzhu hurriedly asked the soldier beside him, "Where are the wounded?"

The soldier pointed in a direction, and He Yuzhu jumped up and ran.

Mei Sheng couldn't say anything to him, because He Yuzhu had gone to save a life.

When He Yuzhu arrived at the wounded, he saw that they were all gathered together: Yu Congrong, Xiong Jie, and Huang Liwen. Huang Liwen was now conscious, but he had lost too much blood and his face was as white as a dead person.

Yu Congrong was still chatting with Xiong Jie, but he had to hiss every time he said a word.

Who is the most seriously injured?

"What, are you trying to send us on our way?" Yu Congrong joked.

"Looks like you're not going to die anytime soon, and it won't hurt that much either, so you'll be the last one."

"No, no! I've already been disemboweled, and you're still letting me be the last one?"

"I see you still have the energy to speak."

"Isn't it because I'm afraid I'll fall asleep?"

"What are you two talking about? I'm getting a little dizzy," Xiong Jie said.

"This is our military doctor, you'd better hurry up and curry favor with him," Yu Congrong said with a wink.

"Ah, Zhu Zi, the army medic? He's going to make a fortune!"

“Do you think we’d even look at an ordinary person?” Yu Congrong said.

"You guys are all idiots, okay?"

"Looks like you two are really alright. I'll deal with the others first. Hey, Wu Wanli, what's up with you?"

"He got hit in the head by the explosion, he can't see people clearly, and he feels nauseous."

"That's alright, you should rest now."

Where is the first aid kit?

"This, this." A medic ran over; his skill level was only enough to bandage the wounded.

"Learn from Squad Leader He, and you'll be able to save more people in the future." Xiong Jie had witnessed firsthand how capable this young medic was; the wounded had suffered terribly at his hands.

"Yes, 6th Company Commander," the medic said somewhat embarrassedly. He Yuzhu disinfected his hands and then began to treat the soldiers' wounds; he couldn't do things like removing bullets from internal organs.

After a flurry of work including suturing wounds, removing bullets from muscles and bones, setting bones and splinting, and treating and stopping the bleeding, Xiong Jie was the last one to be treated, since he only had a broken leg and his head injury wasn't serious.

Yu Congrong was supposed to be last, but it was actually his turn very soon. He Yuzhu saw that he was about to fall asleep again, so he played a MF (Magic Find) and Yu Congrong woke up again. He even said that he had a moment of lucidity before death, and He Yuzhu gave him a flick on the forehead.

But this guy is definitely a tough guy; he didn't utter a single sound while the wound was being cleaned and stitched up.

He Yuzhu deeply regretted Huang Liwen's actions. If he could find the severed arm in later generations, it might be able to be reattached. When Huang Liwen treated the wound, he would even smile at He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu forced an awkward smile onto his face.

Huang Liwen said, "It's really ugly."

He Yuzhu had just finished treating most of the wounded when another group was carried down, with Wu Qianli at the very front.

"Squad Leader He, please save our company commander!" the soldier carrying the man cried out.

"What happened to the company commander?" Yu Congrong recognized the voice and opened his eyes to see Wu Qianli covered in blood. He tried to stand up, but He Yuzhu pushed him back with a palm.

"If you don't want your wound to reopen, you'd better stay put."

"My brother, what's wrong?" Wu Wanli could hear but couldn't see clearly.

"Waaaaah, the company commander got hit by artillery fire."

"Zhu Zi, Zhu Zi, hurry, hurry and save our company commander!" Yu Congrong shouted.

"Shut up, we're watching right now, bring a few more flashlights over."

Some of the lightly wounded rushed over to help by shining flashlights, and even Xiong Jie followed along, leaning on a gun. He didn't want to see his old acquaintance lose his life here.

He Yuzhu cut open the clothes and roughly examined them. They were all shrapnel wounds, the most serious one on the right chest. There was also a cut on the head because a piece of shrapnel from the helmet was stuck in it.

The problem now is excessive blood loss, so He Yuzhu asked, "Do you know Company Commander Wu's blood type?"

“I know, I know, he has type A blood. The doctor told me that at the field hospital last time,” Yu Congrong said.

"Who else has type A blood?" The soldiers fell silent.

"Then who has type O blood?" Still silence.

“Send someone to the positions and the artillery to ask who has type A or type O blood.”

"Yes." The soldier who carried the man ran off.

"Don't get so close, I need to have surgery," He Yuzhu said to the people next to him.

The group spread out a little, and He Yuzhu helped Wu Qianli disinfect, stop the bleeding, and remove the shrapnel. The shrapnel in his chest was very deep. He Yuzhu checked Wu Qianli's pulse and it was still strong. He also did not have any symptoms such as vomiting blood, so it should not have damaged his internal organs.

He thought to himself, "I'm lucky. If there's no match, I'll have to do it myself."

He specifically asked during his enlistment physical examination that he was blood type O, because he knew he was going to the battlefield. He just didn't expect that other soldiers on the battlefield didn't know their blood type.

The soldier who went to ask brought back a man named Meisheng.

"How is Lao Wu? I have type O blood, can I use it?"

"Forget about you, you're already very weak, you'll need a lot of blood transfusions this time." He Yuzhu didn't even look up.

"Are we just going to watch Lao Wu die?" Mei Sheng said. He was educated and had been wounded, so he knew a thing or two.

"I'm also blood type O, I'm very strong, I'll use my own in a bit."

"No, you're weak after losing. Right now, you're the only one who's strong in combat, and you're still a whole body. I don't agree."

"Are you expecting the soldiers to carry both of you?"

"Zhu Zi, why don't you listen to Mei Sheng?" Xiong Jie said from the side. He knew that He Yuzhu was worth at least a platoon, and such a person was their last line of defense.

"He'll die if he loses so much blood."

"I'd trade my life for Lao Wu's."

"No, take the instructor away," He Yuzhu said to the soldier.

"Squad Leader He, it's me..."

"Company Commander Xiong."

"Hey, Meisheng, listen to Zhuzi." Xiong Jie could tell from He Yuzhu's determination that he was determined.

"Can I have mine? I think I can have mine?" Wu Wanli asked.

"Do you know about blood types?" He Yuzhu asked.

"do not know."

"I wouldn't dare use it if I didn't know; people could die."

Although He Yuzhu was talking, his hands were moving quickly, and in a short while, he had basically dealt with most of the wounds except for the one on his chest.

"Hold down Company Commander Wu for me."

"Yes." Two soldiers immediately came forward.

He Yuzhu grabbed the shrapnel and pulled it out sharply. A spurt of blood gushed out, and one, two, three pieces of hemostatic gauze were applied. Wu Qianli's face grew even paler.

The bleeding had almost stopped. He Yuzhu examined the wound and found that the bone was broken. After straightening the bone, He Yuzhu began to suture it and then put a splint on Wu Qianli's chest.

They began to disinfect the needles to be used for blood transfusions. Mei Sheng was about to step forward when He Yuzhu shouted, "Hold the instructor back!"

His shout, emanating a murderous aura, sent a chill down the spines of everyone around him.

Two soldiers held Mei Sheng down from the left and right. He Yuzhu first inserted one end of the tube into his own meridian, and only after blood dripped from the other end did he insert the needle into Wu Qianli's meridian.

Wu Qianli was lying down while he sat with his hands raised, the scene eerily quiet.

Even the distant sounds of artillery fire seemed to have stopped.

"Everyone, disperse. Bring me two cans of food, and some chocolate and candy too."

"Let me go, go help Sergeant He with that," Mei Sheng ordered the two soldiers holding him down in a calm tone.

“Instructor Mei, you should be guarding the artillery position,” He Yuzhu said.

"I'll just take a look and leave. Thank you, Zhuzi. The Seventh Company owes you!" Mei Sheng saluted He Yuzhu.

Then the rest of the 7th Company saluted him.

"I have the ability, and this is what I should do."

He Yuzhu did not get up because he was unable to, so he could only sit and nod to everyone.

(End of this chapter)