The War of Resistance: From Overseas Chinese Mechanics to King of Nanyang

Huang Zurong naturally had some understanding of Zheng Tingji. He was brave and skilled in battle, an effective military commander, and a tiger general with excellent battlefield command ability.

Indeed, if Huang Zurong hadn't arrived, he would have led his troops to break through the Japanese defenses the next morning and successfully returned home. That's why Huang Zurong was so polite.

"Just a little bit of empty fame." Zheng Tingji shook his head. At this moment, he was extremely anxious. Dai Anlan had been shot and fallen to the ground, her life hanging in the balance, so he didn't have much time to waste with the other party.

"Are you really the local security force?" When he saw that the soldiers behind Huang Zurong were all armed with British-made weapons, he understood why the major who had reported earlier had looked like he had seen a ghost.

Because he had a similar expression right now, he couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, it's genuine," Huang Zurong replied with a smile.

He understood what the other party meant; it was simply that their equipment was too superior.

"Tsk tsk tsk, your militia is much more extravagant than mine as the commander of a main force regiment." Zheng Tingji couldn't help but joke. Even if they hadn't lost their heavy weapons, the enemy was not much worse than the main force regiment of the Central Army. Now that they had lost their heavy weapons, their firepower was far inferior to the enemy's. Thinking of this, he felt a little sour.

"Just lucky." Huang Zurong didn't explain further. He couldn't very well tell him that he had already predicted the British army would run away and then spent money to buy all the weapons in advance, could he?

If I told them this, they probably wouldn't believe a word of it, so it's better to keep it a secret.

"Commander Huang, are you going to provide supplies to my unit?" After exchanging pleasantries, Zheng Tingji was too lazy to play any games, so he went straight to the point.

"Yes," Huang Zurong replied.

"That's wonderful! My unit retreated hastily from the front lines and lost a lot of supplies. We're in dire need of all kinds of supplies now, so thank you so much." After confirming that the other party really intended to provide supplies, Zheng Tingji's attitude became exceptionally enthusiastic.

At this moment, a communications soldier ran up to Zheng Tingji, glanced at Huang Zurong, and then whispered something in his ear.

After the communications soldier finished speaking, Zheng Tingji's expression changed drastically, but considering that there were still outsiders present, he suppressed his expression and forced a smile as he asked.

"Commander Huang, does your unit have any surplus medicines and medical equipment?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Zurong instantly understood that an ordinary soldier could not possibly cause Zheng Tingji's expression to change so drastically. The only explanation was that Dai Anlan was still injured, and he had rushed there but was still a step too late. Fortunately, he had plenty of medical supplies.

"Yes, but may I ask one more question? Which officer from your department was injured?" Huang Zurong nodded.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Tingji's expression changed. He knew that this kind of thing couldn't be kept secret for long, so after hesitating for a moment, he still told the truth.

"He is our division commander. Not long ago, he personally went to the front line to command and was hit by stray bullets. He was shot twice. Fortunately, his subordinates risked their lives to save him, but due to the lack of medicine and medical equipment, he cannot have surgery for the time being."

"I'll have someone fetch the medicines and medical equipment right away. But I have a suggestion: could I go over there? Many of the medicines are imported, and your military doctors might not be able to recognize them," Huang Zurong suggested. He certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity to gain favor.

This put Zheng Tingji in a difficult position; he couldn't very well refuse, could he?

After all, this was a timely help from the other party, and he couldn't very well refuse.

"Don't worry, I'm just giving instructions on the dosage; I won't say anything else," Huang Zurong explained, perhaps noticing Zheng Tingji's hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Tingji hesitated slightly before agreeing. He couldn't bear the responsibility if he refused to let the other party go and something unexpected happened.

Seeing this, Huang Zurong smiled. At this moment, the person in charge of getting the medicine returned. In order to speed things up, Huang Zurong had several bicycles brought over.

Before long, they arrived at the open space behind the 200th Division. Huang Zurong was deeply shocked by what he saw. The open space was full of wounded soldiers, and cries of pain echoed everywhere.

Clearly, these wounded soldiers had no choice but to lie on the open ground and wait to die because they had no medicine.

"Awen, get all our medicines here, and also get our medical team to come and help with the rescue," Huang Zurong said, turning to Huang Zhiwen, who was still somewhat dazed.

"Yes." Huang Zhiwen, regaining his senses, immediately replied and then quickly pedaled his bicycle away.

"Thank you so much." Zheng Tingji almost burst into tears when he heard that the other party was going to use all the medicine in the group to save their wounded. He had been clenching his fists tightly the whole way. It wasn't that he was ruthless or heartless and didn't care about the lives of these wounded soldiers. It was just that there was no medicine available and he had no other choice.

"You're too kind, we're all compatriots." Huang Zurong waved his hand, indicating that the other party didn't need to do that.

Soon, the group arrived at a simple campsite.

"Deputy Division Commander, this is Commander Huang of the Tengchong Security Regiment. We owe a great debt to them this time; otherwise, we would not have been able to defeat the Japanese army so easily," Zheng Tingji quickly introduced upon seeing Gao Jiren.

Upon hearing this, Gao Jiren merely nodded symbolically, then said anxiously.

"Zhu Zhai, have you found the medicine? The commander's condition is critical. Although the bleeding has been stopped, he remains unconscious. If we don't have the medicine, I'm afraid he won't make it back to the country."

"Yes, Commander Huang has brought all their medicines," Zheng Tingji quickly explained, meaning that they should be more polite. This was their 200th Division's savior, and even though they were from the Central Army and were very proud, they could only beg for help in a humble manner.

As expected, Gao Jiren's expression changed upon hearing this. Recalling his previous attitude, he quickly apologized.

"Commander Huang, I was just too anxious. I apologize for being a bit cold earlier."

"I understand." Huang Zurong nodded. Under these circumstances, he was certain he could understand the other party's behavior.

At this moment, the military doctor also arrived, mainly because he was very curious when he heard that someone was delivering medicine.

"Great! With these instruments, we can perform surgery on the division commander. But what are these medicines?" The military doctor was overjoyed at the large number of medical instruments, but he was completely clueless about the medicines.

Fortunately, Huang Zurong provided an explanation at the right time, which surprised the other party.

"Anti-inflammatory drugs? Penicillin?"

Clearly, this medicine was beyond his expectations. Everyone knows that the mortality rate of wound infection is very high. If such a miraculous medicine really existed, the casualty rate could be greatly reduced.

In addition to these, there are painkillers, etc.

Because anesthetic drugs are controlled substances, Huang Zurong couldn't buy them and had to use painkillers instead. Even so, the medical conditions were still several times better than before.