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

Political Commissar Shen smiled and looked at the child in front of him with interest.

He saw Jiang Jiyun chattering away while reaching into his bag to grope for something.

After a while, the child's little hands finally took out two small bottles containing some white pills.

Jiang Jiyun handed the bottle to Political Commissar Shen and said, "These pills are for anti-inflammatory and pain relief."

Political Commissar Shen took the pills with a smile, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Jiang Jiyun stood aside and watched Political Commissar Shen take the pill and immediately put it into his mouth. His mouth twitched when he saw him drink water from the bullet-hole-ridden kettle.

"Drink mine. There are several bullet holes on yours. All the water must have leaked out." Jiang Jiyun checked his own kettle and handed it to him after finding no bullet holes.

Political Commissar Shen took the kettle and took a sip without being polite to her. His eyes fell on his legs.

Jiang Jiyun was skillfully sprinkling hemostatic powder on the wound on his leg and bandaging it carefully.

After Jiang Jiyun finished bandaging the wound, she breathed a sigh of relief and leaned gently against Political Commissar Shen.

Perhaps because she was too tired, she fell into a deep sleep as soon as her head touched Political Commissar Shen. After a while, a slight snoring sound came from her nose.

Political Commissar Shen looked at the sleeping Jiang Jiyun and couldn't help but sigh that such a young child was working so hard following the adults. He took off his military coat and covered the child with it out of heartache.

When Jiang Wenming and Xiao Wei hurried over, they were surprised to find that Political Commissar Shen was gently patting Jiang Jiyun who was already fast asleep.

Jiang Wenming quickly stepped forward and draped his military coat over Political Commissar Shen. Then he bent down, gently picked up Jiang Jiyun, and said softly, "Political Commissar Shen, I'm so sorry that my niece disturbed your rest."

Political Commissar Shen smiled and shook his head. Looking at Jiang Jiyun sleeping peacefully in Jiang Wenming's arms, he said with emotion, "She didn't disturb me at all. She's very well-behaved and sensible. She even helped me treat my wound. I think she's just too tired. Let her have a good sleep."

At this moment, a figure covered in stains suddenly ran over, shouting: "Uncle, uncle..."

Jiang Wenming looked back and saw that it was Xiaotian.

His brows immediately furrowed, and he asked seriously, "Why are you here? Where are those children?"

Xiao Tian explained breathlessly, "Uncle, don't worry. They reunited with Xiao Lingchen and the others three days ago. They are all with the Yan family now, and Xiao Lingchen is taking care of them. I followed Wang Dalong and the others back to the battlefield."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes fell on Jiang Jiyun in Jiang Wenming's arms, and he asked with a worried look on his face: "What happened to Xiaoyun? Is she injured?"

Jiang Wenming quickly comforted her: "Don't worry, she just fell asleep."

After saying this, he carefully held his little niece in his arms and walked towards the temporary camp at the edge of the ruins of the city wall.

At the same time, he also asked Xiaotian and Xiaowei to carry Political Commissar Shen over as well.

Jiang Jiyun slept for two days and two nights.

If Jiang Wenming hadn't been worried that she would be hungry, he probably wouldn't have had the heart to wake her up.

Finally, Jiang Jiyun slowly opened her eyes and looked around sleepily. She felt a little urgent to pee, so she drowsily went into the space to go to the toilet.

After she finished her urgent need, her stomach started to growl, and she realized that she was extremely hungry.

Jiang Jiyun washed and changed her clothes in the space before coming out. She was holding a few peeled boiled eggs in her hand and eating them while walking.

When she filled her stomach, she found that her uncle and the others were nowhere to be seen.

She looked around in confusion, wondering: Wasn't this a victory? Why did everyone look like they were crying?

Jiang Jiyun was gnawing on an egg while aimlessly searching for his uncle in the camp.

But after turning around, she still didn't see her uncle and the others.

In desperation, Jiang Jiyun had to take out his cell phone from his pocket and call his uncle.

On the other end of the phone, my uncle's voice was a little low: "Xiaoyun, we are burying the fallen soldiers in the wasteland over here..."

Hearing this, Jiang Jiyun's heart sank. She finally understood why the atmosphere in the camp was so depressing and gloomy.

She walked slowly towards the new grave, her heart filled with heaviness and sorrow.

At a glance, countless graves are like rows of silent guards, extending to the end of the sight, as if there is no end.

The air was filled with smoke from burning paper money, and the pungent smell made people feel suffocated.

Many ordinary people gathered in front of the grave, some sobbing quietly, some praying silently, and everyone's face was filled with sadness and helplessness.

Jiang Jiyun squatted quietly on the ground, looking at the new graves, tears welling up in his eyes.

Her heart ached so much that she couldn't express it in words.

At this moment, Peng Yongyan's voice sounded behind her: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Jiyun slowly raised his head, looked at Peng Yongyan, and asked with a slightly choked voice, "Brother Peng, did many people sacrifice this time?"

Peng Yongyan was silent for a moment, then sighed and looked at the new grave in the distance.

He said slowly, "Alas, in such a large-scale battle, how could there be no casualties? Political Commissar Shen's regiment was basically killed, and almost half of the three regiments that came to support it were also killed. Even some people from the supporting team also died."

Jiang Jiyun couldn't hold back her tears and shed them. She whispered, "So many lives have been sacrificed..."

Peng Yongyan comforted them, "Fortunately, the field hospital still had some effective medicines and treated many seriously injured soldiers. It's just that there were too few medical staff, and many seriously injured soldiers died before they could receive treatment..."

His voice gradually became lower, as if the lives that had been lost were right before his eyes.

Jiang Jiyun stood up and turned to walk back to the camp. Peng Yongyan was worried that she would get stuck in a rut, so he followed her and said, "Xiaoyun, don't think too much."

Jiang Jiyun shook her head and said nothing. She had tried her best. If it weren't for her, this little butterfly, not only Captain Song's regiment, but also the three regiments that came to support them would probably have only one in ten survived.

Even the brigades coming later would not be able to get any advantage in front of this Japanese division, and by then there would be even more casualties.

Led by Peng Yongyan, Jiang Jiyun returned to their temporary tent.

Jiang Wenming waited for a long time but Jiang Jiyun didn't come. After he contacted his niece, he found out that she had gone back with Peng Yongyan.

When he came back, he heard his little niece singing in a loud and bold voice.

"We are soldiers, so what's the difference?"

"Just because we were all wearing plain military uniforms."

"We are soldiers, so what's the difference?"

"It's been hard to see my parents since I left my hometown."

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"We are all young and passionate."

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