Costume Mountains and Rivers

The temperament of the Shen family tends to be straightforward and arrogant, but there are not many bad intentions. Seeing that Mo Qinghe drank a bowl of water to the bottom, she added another scoop, and asked him softly: "How old are you?"

Mo Qinghe spoke slowly: "21."

Shen Piaoping asked him again: "We are in the same year, which month's birthday?"

Mo Qinghe took a sip of water and said with a smile: "Then I don't know, the old master never said that."

Shen Piaoping thinks he is cute, and can't help but bend her eyes: "My birthday is in the first lunar month, and I'm probably older than you. It's shameful to call you sister-in-law. If you want, call me sister. From now on, third brother will bully you, and I will replace you." Early."

Mo Qinghe was startled, bowed her head and did not speak.

Seeing his hesitation, Shen Piaoping said: "I don't believe you guys are really deadlocked. Since ancient times, women's minds are more delicate than men's. I can tell that you are still in love with him."

Mo Qinghe blinked her eyes, and responded in a low voice but straightforwardly: "Sister."

When he called out, Shen Piaoping smiled as if she really had a younger brother. If there was any candy in her pocket at this time, she would have to take it out and share some of the sweetness with him.Mo Qinghe also found it quite interesting, so she pursed her lips and said with a smile: "You, like Brother Shen, treat me like a child. I run in the wind and rain every day. How can I always be fifteen or sixteen years old?" After looking at the time, he sighed and said: "You guys take a rest, I can't sleep anymore, there are so many people here, everyone has to eat, I will take the team out to transport food."

Just when Mo Qinghe led the Hangzhou people to hide in the ancient temple in the mountains, the national army retreated a hundred miles away, but it was a different scene.

A makeshift medical center was cold because of the lack of firewood. The wounded soldiers were lying side by side, groaning. Minor operations, such as extracting a bullet and removing a suppurated eyeball, were performed without any anesthesia. From time to time, someone roared like a beast, and the nurse wiped the sweat from his forehead and threw the tweezers into the metal plate. , with a bang.

People come and go in the medical department, and the sharp increase in the number of wounded soldiers makes the place always filled with a stench of pus and blood, maybe there is a smell of corpses. The seriously injured soldiers are wrapped in bandages, and they are sleeping peacefully. Some of them have stopped breathing. The next time the medical team found these corpses, they asked several soldiers to carry them out and bury them.

The door was knocked open with a bang, several soldiers shouted: "Let's go, let's go", a stretcher was hurriedly carried in, and then, there was a disgusting sound of sawing bones in the crowded hut , creaking, creaking, the female nurses yelled loudly, surrounded by them was a soldier with a festering arm, because of his serious injury, he accidentally got a dose of morphine, he lay motionless on the wooden plank bed, lifeless Looking at the ceiling, one of his comrades who had been taking care of him was covered in sweat and dust. He sat down on the ground, took off the sleeve of the red cross, and let out a man's low whimper.

Bandages, blood, bullets, dirty old military uniforms, festering wounds, and soldiers dying one after another. These are the scenes that will never change since the troops retreated. They can’t even sleep peacefully. Air-raid sirens, and they're off again, burning shacks and carrying stretchers further from home.

Who would have thought that the mighty main force of the 70 national army would fall into such a predicament in just three months.

Their division headquarters is not bad. Since the beginning of the battle, due to their well-trained and effective military command, less than one-fifth of their personnel has been reduced. However, some of the Guangxi troops who met them on the Shanghai battlefield even had their entire division and entire army overwhelmed.

The few soldiers who broke in just now were driven out, and the shed returned to temporary silence. The female nurses shuttled back and forth in the aisle, busy checking the injuries and distributing medicines, all of them looked tired. Just a few months ago, they They were still female students in white clothes and black skirts, they blushed even when they talked to their male classmates, and now they wiped their bodies and changed their dressings for the soldiers neatly, and they haven't had a full night's sleep for many days since they retreated with the team.

The door was pushed open again, and the cold wind blew the winter drizzle into the room. A spirited soldier strode in and shouted at everyone as he walked: "Everyone wake up, our teacher is coming to see you in person! "

The little soldier was not tall, and his voice was loud: "The division headquarters brought medicines and canned food for everyone, so that everyone can recover from their injuries and go to the battlefield to continue fighting the Japanese!"

The wounded seemed to have been given a shot in the arm, and they regained their spirits all of a sudden.

As soon as the words fell, Shen Peinan, wrapped in a black cloak, was surrounded by Sun Jicheng and other guards and walked in. The military uniform was covered with dust, but the military badge on the collar was brand new. At the critical moment, this promotion did not make him happy.

The days of fighting made his face look tired, and the fine lines around his eyes deepened, but his dark eyes were extremely firm.

The wounded were struggling to sit up to meet him, Shen Peinan made a gesture to stop them, walked all the way to the wounded soldier who had just been brought in, lifted a corner of the quilt, frowned and inspected his empty sleeve, the man's severed right The arm was sprinkled with anti-inflammatory powder, wrapped in a thick bandage, soaked in pus and blood, and when the quilt was lifted, a strong smell of blood rushed to the face.

Xiao Bing's face was pale from lack of blood, and he opened his eyes a little. Shen Peinan shook his head, patted him on the shoulder twice, and said, "Good job."

He turned his head to look at the wounded soldiers in the room, and raised his voice: "Everyone is doing well!"

The wounded soldiers cheered, and the nurses walked back and forth, placing pillows behind the soldiers who were not seriously injured, so that they could lie half-lying freely. Many wounded who were able to walk on the ground even gathered in front of Shen Peinan, you Report back to the original situation in a word.

The successful breakout of the troops from the Shanghai battlefield made this young commander of the national army famous and has become the spiritual force of the whole division. However, many soldiers only watched him from a distance when giving lectures, and rarely had the opportunity to sit around and talk. At this moment Seeing that Shen Peinan didn't have the airs of an officer, and was tired of lying down, they all dared to speak up. Everyone scolded the Japanese for a while, and then started their rude jokes—commenting on the female nurse's appearance and figure. Well, these female students who used to be known for being graceful and shy didn't mind at all. They regarded themselves as qualified soldiers, and pretended to roll their eyes at them, but smiled on their lips. They respected and loved these hooligans who fought for their country from the bottom of their hearts. As the war draws closer, this kind of love has surpassed their ladylike demeanor and turned into a kind of motherhood that does not match their age. They simply dote on this group of soldiers with dirty faces and vulgar behavior like children.