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

Jiang Jiyun stood where he was, staring at the people in patrol uniforms.

These officials also knew that there was an antidote here that could save their lives, so they ran over after drinking the medicine.

Just after the man shouted, he quickly turned his gaze to Uncle Yan and said anxiously: "Uncle Yan, people in the city have started to die, time is running out!"

There was a hint of urgency in Jiang Jiyun's voice, and her brows were tightly furrowed as she considered how much medicine was left.

Then her eyes fell on the pot in the yard, and she sighed helplessly and said, "I don't have any extra pots here, you'll have to find one yourselves. But don't worry about the herbs, this old man should be able to recognize which herbs you need."

Mr. Qi, who had been hiding in the corner and trying to be invisible, was once again the focus of everyone's attention.

He put away the pills in his hand with some resignation and said slowly, "I have the herbs in my shop, and I will be responsible for preparing them. However, I will have to rely on you, the little doctor, for the detoxification."

Jiang Jiyun nodded slightly in agreement, her expression still serious as she explained, "But you're all aware of the current situation. I don't have enough antidote here, so only my brother and I can ensure the exact dosage."

Hearing this, the man in police uniform stepped forward and assured firmly, "We understand. Don't worry. We'll get the necessary supplies here as quickly as possible, and the people delivering the medicine along the way are all our own people."

Mr. Qi also agreed, "What medicinal materials do you need to make the detoxification pills? If I have any, I'll give them to you. Can you make some?"

Jiang Jiyun shook his head and replied, "The problem isn't a lack of herbs, but rather a lack of time. The antidote will take at least two days to prepare and make. By that time, the daylily will be cold!"

The people around sighed after hearing what she said and prepared to escort Mr. Qi back to the pharmacy.

"Ah...you let my child go, what are you doing?" Suddenly, a terrified scream came from behind the crowd.

The sound attracted everyone's attention, and everyone present turned to look.

Everyone saw a man standing at the back of the crowd, holding a child tightly in his hands. The man's face, neck, and even his exposed hands were covered with hideous bloodstains, which was shocking.

"Give me medicine, I only want medicine..." The man's voice was extremely hoarse, revealing a sense of despair and madness.

He opened his eyes wide and stared straight ahead, as if he would cut the child's neck with a knife if his proposal was rejected.

Jiang Jiyun was about to speak when he suddenly saw Peng Yongyan raise the iron box in his hand, and a silver needle flew out and flew straight towards the man.

There was a crisp "clang" sound, and the silver needle hit the man's hand accurately.

The man's hand suddenly felt numb and he loosened his grip involuntarily. The knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

At this moment, the people around seemed to be awakened and swarmed towards the man.

"kill him!"

“Where did he come from?”

"Beat this bastard to death!"

Angry shouts rang out one after another, people's emotions were completely ignited, and they were full of resentment and disgust towards the man who hurt the child.

It is also a warning to those who poisoned the food, and the practice of killing the chicken to scare the monkey has begun.

Jiang Jiyun witnessed all this and secretly applauded Peng Yongyan's decisive action.

She turned to look at Peng Yongyan, only to see the corners of Peng Yongyan's mouth slightly raised. Jiang Jiyun couldn't help but give him a thumbs up and praised him, "Brother Peng is amazing. He defeated the enemy without saying a word!"

Peng Yongyan smiled slightly and responded, "Haha... Didn't you say that villains always die because they talk too much? If you can defeat the enemy with one move, then don't talk too much!"

After saying that, he winked at Jiang Jiyun mischievously.

At this time, Jiang Wenming, who was outside the city, had no time to understand the situation in the city. He followed some military doctors to move the camp.

With sufficient weapons and ammunition, the team led by General Lu was like a heavy tank, advancing forward unstoppably.

Their firepower was so fierce that the enemy's resistance seemed insignificant, like a small splash of water, instantly submerged by the powerful force.

Now that the position has moved forward, Jiang Wenming, carrying a medical kit, hurried to the front line to treat the injured ordinary soldiers.

But when he saw Jiang Jiyuan with shrapnel stuck in his head, all his worries about the other wounded were thrown out of the window.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: his eldest nephew must not die!

Chen Meng and Xiao Wei carried the stretcher, and Jiang Wenming followed closely beside them, running all the way.

Jiang Wenming generously sprinkled the hemostatic powder in his hand onto Jiang Jiyuan's wound, so as to stop the endless bleeding.

At this tense moment, Jiang Wenming had only one goal in mind, which was to stop the bleeding for Jiang Jiyuen, and he could not care about anything else.

He knew that only by stopping the bleeding would Jiang Jiyuan have a chance of survival and be pulled back from the brink of death.

Jiang Wenming ran wildly while hurriedly stuffing the special medicine into his mouth.

Since he didn't know whether he was still conscious, he wiped his fingers clean, crushed the medicine skin, and then put it away.

"What on earth is going on? Why is he so badly injured?" Jiang Wenming was extremely anxious and asked the two people carrying the stretcher while running.

On the other side, Zhang An, who was holding the stretcher, was also extremely anxious.

He ignored his own injuries and quickly replied, "The Japanese artillery regiment's artillery attacked us, and we've suffered heavy casualties. Xiao Yuan used his body to protect Commander Zeng when the shells fell."

Hearing this, Jiang Wenming felt even more depressed. He didn't know who to blame.

On the battlefield, everyone's life and death was disregarded, and the ones who deserved to die the most were undoubtedly the Japanese devils.

After nearly half an hour of running, they finally arrived at the position hospital.

Jiang Jiyuan was quickly sent to the tent and received emergency treatment.

Jiang Wenming stood outside the tent and looked at the sky. It was already the second night of the battle. The sun was about to rise. The soldiers must be tired and thirsty, and they didn't know when this battle would end.

Jiang Wenming stayed behind to wait for Jiang Jiyuan, while Zhang An and the others went back to participate in the battle.

They agreed that they could not tell the little girl about Jiang Jiyuan's injury for the time being, otherwise the girl would rush out of the city regardless.

After waiting for a while, Zhang An and his companions left Jiang Wenming to wait for news, while they went back to participate in the battle.