Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

Xiang Xiuying swallowed the medicine that was handed to her mouth without hesitation, without even thinking about taking a look at what kind of medicine it was.

Because at this moment, she knew very well that if the other party really wanted to harm her, there was no need to go to such great lengths to act.

After all, she is now at the end of her rope and at the end of her strength. If she waits for a while, the blood in her body will drain out and her life will end.

Jiang Jiyun's face was solemn. He skillfully and quickly took out a thin silver needle from his arms and accurately sealed the acupuncture point to stop the blood from continuing to flow out.

Then, she carefully cleaned the dirt and blood on Xiang Xiuying's wound and disinfected it carefully.

After completing these preliminary preparations, Jiang Jiyun took a deep breath and began to suture the hideous wound.

As time went by, Xiang Xiuying gradually noticed something strange in her body - the heart-wrenching pain miraculously disappeared without a trace!

She raised her head slightly with suspicion in her heart, and her eyes fell on the person who was busy rescuing people.

When her eyes fell on the silver needles gleaming on her belly, the last trace of doubt in her heart instantly disappeared.

"Only the ancestral medical skills of the long-standing large families in China can be so magical!" Xiang Xiuying murmured to herself, her eyes full of amazement and admiration. "It is absolutely impossible for those damned Japanese devils to have such a powerful Chinese medicine practitioner in their homes!"

At this moment, Jiang Jiyun finally finished stitching the wound. She breathed a sigh of relief and then gently sprinkled a layer of fine hemostatic powder evenly on the wound that had just been stitched.

Finally, Jiang Jiyun took a piece of white gauze, gently covered the wound, and bandaged it carefully.

"Hoo!" Jiang Jiyun let out a long breath, raised his arm and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, then said, "Big sister, your wound is finally sutured, but you have to be careful, don't let your wound get wet for a short time."

Xiang Xiuying nodded weakly, her eyes full of sincerity and gratitude, and said softly: "Thank you so much, I really thought I was going to die in this foreign country, but thanks to your help, I was able to save my life, thank you so much."

Jiang Wenming looked at Xiang Xiuying's haggard face and couldn't help feeling a trace of pity in his heart.

He originally wanted to take out some food from his backpack to leave for Xiang Xiuying to fill her stomach, but just as he reached into the backpack to take out the steamed bun, he was stopped by Jiang Jiyun who was standing beside him.

Jiang Jiyun shook his head and explained to Xiang Xiuying, "Sister Xiang, don't get me wrong. I'm not reluctant to give you this little bit of food. It's because your intestines were just stuffed back in your stomach. Although I have tried my best to put them in order, I really dare not let you eat before you fart and clear your intestines. How about this, this kettle is filled with brown sugar water. If you are thirsty, you can drink a few sips to moisten your throat."

As he spoke, Jiang Jiyun took off the metal water bottle he was carrying and carefully handed it to Xiang Xiuying.

Xiang Xiuying took the kettle with a smile and said softly, "Thank you! I'll remember that. By the way, what are you going to do? Do you need my help?"

Jiang Wenming looked back at Xiang Xiuying, who was lying on the ground unable to move but still so active, and couldn't help but frown. He pouted and replied unhappily: "We have a few shells that we need to fire into the city quickly. Just lie here quietly and don't make any trouble! It won't take long. We will be able to handle it soon. When we come back, we will take you away with us."

After saying that, he put down the flashlight, turned around, and strode towards the target direction with Jiang Jiyun.

Xiang Xiuying looked at their figures gradually moving away, thinking secretly in her heart. When she spoke just now, she felt something extra in her hand.

Now she looked down and saw that it was the pistol that the little kid had slipped to her. She held the pistol tightly, feeling its heavy weight, and felt a little relieved.

As there was a strong smell of blood in the air, Xiang Xiuying felt that it was not advisable to stay there for long.

So, she endured the pain in her body, stood up carefully, holding the pistol, and moved slowly and vigilantly towards the bushes on the other side.

Every step she took, she would stop to listen to the movements around her. Not long after, when Xiang Xiuying finally succeeded in hiding in the grass, a faint sound of bombing rang through the sky.

Her heart tightened and she ignored the pain in her body and struggled to stand up slowly, staring into the distance nervously with wide eyes.

I saw huge balls of fire rising above the sky of Kyoto City, illuminating half the sky.

However, Xiang Xiuying was full of doubts at this time. How much effect could just those few shells fired into the city have?

Moreover, such a large-scale operation would easily expose their location. After all, this place was not far from the city gate, and she clearly remembered that there was a Japanese military base not far away.

If a large number of enemy reinforcements were to arrive, the consequences would be disastrous... Thinking of this, Xiang Xiuying frowned and stared into the distance worriedly.

Just as she was anxiously preparing to rush over to find them, suddenly, two figures, one big and one small, appeared in her sight and were slowly walking towards her.

Jiang Wenming walked steadily, carrying a large backpack on his back. He walked in front of Xiang Xiuying and squatted down without hesitation. He said in a firm tone, "You can't make any big moves. Come up quickly. I'll carry you out of here."

Hearing this, Xiang Xiuying's heart warmed up and her gratitude was beyond words, but she did not act too hypocritically or make excuses. Instead, she quickly and naturally lay on Jiang Wenming's broad and solid back.

At this moment, she noticed that Jiang Wenming was still holding two guns in his hands, while Jiang Jiyun beside him quickly packed up other items and ran closely behind Jiang Wenming.

Xiang Xiuying turned her head to look at the small figure. She was trying hard to move her legs and catch up with the adult in front.

Looking at the young yet strong back, Xiang Xiuying's eyes couldn't help but become moist, and she secretly sighed in her heart: "This child is so young, yet he has experienced so much hardship..." Thinking of this, she was filled with pity for Jiang Jiyun.

After a while, Xiang Xiuying felt that her wound was not as painful as before, so she quickly said, "My wound doesn't hurt so much now. Why don't you let me get off and run? You can carry the child. She is running too hard."

However, before he could finish his words, Jiang Wenming's hurried steps suddenly paused, and then he gently put Xiang Xiuying down from his back in the blink of an eye.

Before Xiang Xiuying could even gain her footing, he turned and dashed away like an arrow.

Xiang Xiuying watched Jiang Wenming running back like lightning, then she picked up Jiang Jiyun, who was struggling to fall behind, and ran towards her again.