I really came here to fight against Japan

Song Wenwan took the people from the guard battalion (actually his guard company and the Gansu Southwest Special Forces Brigade) to visit the Luoxiao Mountains.

Song Wenwan itself is a mobile supply station. When they are in the mountains, they don't have to worry about supplies.

They were already accustomed to Commander Song's ability to appear and disappear at will.

The sudden appearance of supplies was all thanks to the strategic planning of their commander.

So these days, they also followed Song Wenwan and became money-giving boys.

When you come across a secret camp, throw two bags of food into the woods.

Add to that a packet of salt or something, and hundreds of bullets are enough.

Sometimes the role of salt is more important than food and bullets.

In addition to the reason that the human body cannot lack salt, it can also provide anti-inflammatory treatment for the wounds of the wounded.

It’s not that Song Wenwan didn’t want to give the anti-inflammatory medicine, but this thing is obviously a Western medicine.

Not to mention ordinary people in the Soviet area, even ordinary officers of the Central Army could not get a position just by wanting it.

Those medicines can only be prescribed by doctors in hospitals in big cities.

If precious Western medicine suddenly appeared in this remote place, I'm afraid someone would soon suspect him.

In the mountains of Jiangxi, there was no one else except Song Wenwan who ran around with anti-inflammatory drugs in his pocket.

In the end, it was the people from the special forces who were much more flexible than the others and finally figured out a solution.

In a dark and dense forest in the mountains, there was a rustling sound of crying.

There was a female Red Army soldier squatting under a low slope, crying secretly.

After a while, a Red Army soldier came over.

"Captain Zhu, why are you here? The comrades who were looking for herbs are back, and they want to report to you."

Captain Zhu wiped away his tears secretly, turned around and followed the Red Army soldier back.

When I returned to the base, I saw that the comrades who had returned were all silent, so I knew that the herbs had not been found.

An older Red Army soldier nearby said, "Captain Zhu, the damn White Bandit Army is too evil.

They pulled out all the nearby herbs that could reduce inflammation and fever.

This is their plan to wipe out the entire family and force our wounded Red Army soldiers to death."

When Captain Zhu heard the news, his face suddenly turned pale.

She murmured to herself, "If this continues, I'm afraid our Deputy Political Commissar Sun won't be able to survive his injury."

The old soldier said, "Instructor, please let me go into the city once! The pharmacy in the city..."

Captain Zhu refused directly: "No, old squad leader, you can't go!

Two of our comrades have already sacrificed their lives in order to buy medicine.

I'll go if I want to go, after all I'm a female comrade. If I go into the county town, it won't be easy to attract the enemy's attention."

It was getting late and everyone went to rest, leaving only Captain Zhu to look after Deputy Political Commissar Sun who was still in a coma.

Captain Zhu’s original name was Zhu Beibei, and his family was a red capitalist group that supported the revolution.

A few years ago, my family was betrayed by a traitor and my parents were killed by the Kuomintang army.

Zhu Beibei was sent to the base by the organization, and later changed her name to Zhu Bei and joined the Red Army.

When the main force of the Red Army broke through, she took the initiative to ask to stay and insisted on fighting the enemy in the base area.

As a young girl, she has been leading the soldiers for almost a year and a half.

Being able to become a company commander also shows her strong fighting power and command ability.

However, due to the lack of medicine, many injured comrades died.

Even her spiritual pillar, Deputy Political Commissar Sun, who was also a party representative, was seriously ill, which made her feel particularly uncomfortable.

She had just put a cool towel on Deputy Political Commissar Sun's forehead and sat down in the shed to rest.

She closed her eyes and listened quietly to the sounds outside.

Hmm? That's strange. Why haven't the sentries changed their posts yet?

At this moment, Zhu Bei suddenly smelled a strange fragrance in his nose.

She didn't open her eyes, and her first reaction was to pull out the revolver from her waist.

Although there were only two bullets left in her revolver.

As soon as she put her hand on the gun handle, she felt as if her neck was pricked by a needle.

She wanted to touch her neck with her hand, but just when she raised her hand halfway, she put it down softly.

She tried hard to open her eyes, but not only did her eyes become more blurry, her body also began to slowly go limp.

Just when she was about to fall to the ground, she suddenly felt someone holding her up.

He slowly laid her down on the hay, and a man's big hand waved in front of her eyes.

Before Jube lost consciousness, he saw the watch on the man's wrist.

This should be a new watch from an imported brand.

Although she had left Shanghai for several years, she still knew the brand of this watch.

She thought to herself: Oh no, this must be a trap set by the enemy!

Before she passed out, she heard the owner of the watch say, "Laojiu, is your skill in making incense still good enough?"

The man called Lao Jiu whispered outside the house: "Commander, hurry up, this incense has a time limit."

Song Wenwan was so angry. Why were you talking nonsense instead of just keeping watch outside?

You're making me sound like a flower thief. Isn't this ruining my reputation?

He looked down at Zhu Bei who was sitting on the ground, gently pulled out a wooden thorn from her neck, put it in a small box and put it in his arms.

In order not to alarm the Red Army soldiers and to treat their wounds.

With the help of Lao Jiu, Song Wenwan made the incense and blowgun, and now it seems that they are really effective.

The military doctor here first treated Deputy Political Commissar Sun's wound and then gave him an anti-inflammatory injection.

As long as his fever subsides tomorrow morning, Deputy Political Commissar Sun's life will be saved.

The military doctors here changed the dressings of the wounded one by one. Song Wenwan was also not idle, and went to get Zhu Dan's Mauser pistol.

Unexpectedly, this female Red Army soldier had quite strong hands (she couldn’t have become a company commander without real skills).

He pried Zhu Bei's fingers apart for a long time before he finally took out the revolver.

The military doctor curled his lips and thought that young people nowadays are really restless.

Song Wenwan was so angry that she really wanted to yell, "I'm just working and I don't want to touch anyone's hand."

He opened the magazine of the gun, removed the bullets and saw that there were only two bullets left!

He took away the old bullets (not knowing whether they could still fire), and then loaded ten new yellow bullets into the magazine.

He took out a handful of bullets from his pocket, that is, from the back of the system, and put them into Zhu Bei's pocket.

There was a pencil in her pocket, about the length of a thumb.

She pulled out two more pencils from her backpack, one of which had already had its tip sharpened, and put them in her pocket.

After everyone finished their work, Song Wenwan hid his achievements and fame, waved his hand, and everyone retreated.

When he walked to Zhu Dan, he took out a small wooden comb from his backpack and put it into her pocket.

Song Wenwan stood up and looked up. This was too embarrassing!

Unexpectedly, Deputy Political Commissar Sun had already woken up and was staring at him.

Song Wenwan pointed at Zhu Dan and then at herself.

He waved to Deputy Political Commissar Sun, indicating that he had not done anything bad and asked him not to worry.

He took out a revolver from his backpack and stuffed it under Deputy Political Commissar Sun's coat.

Song Wenwan, who knew the rules, paid a generous "hush money" with a guilty conscience, and then turned around and left with the others.