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

Jiang Jiyun slowly squatted down and carefully examined the situation in front of him.

She frowned slightly, a look of helplessness on her face. She shook her head and said, "Let's give them the special medicine first. I've never seen these symptoms before. Neither in the books nor in the notes of Sixth Grandpa and Master, there's any record of this virus."

Jiang Jiyun had a strong memory, and memorizing books was no longer a difficult task for her. As long as her uncle read it twice, she could recite it completely.

However, for those traditional Chinese characters, she seemed to have difficulty in copying them due to the large number of strokes, and she had to carefully identify and guess the characters when recognizing them.

"Uncle, please record this. The entire county needs to be thoroughly disinfected." Jiang Jiyun turned to look at his uncle and gave the order.

Her uncle and brothers were quite disgusted with her handwriting, especially when she wrote with a brush, which was often blurred and difficult to recognize.

Therefore, every time a prescription was written, it was always my uncle or brothers who did it.

Jiang Jiyun told his uncle in detail a series of things that needed attention.

He then turned his gaze to the people present and said seriously, "After taking the special medicine, they must clean their clothes and belongings to prevent the virus from remaining and infecting them again."

After hearing this, Jiang Jiyuan immediately asked Captain Lin and others to gather everyone together without saying a word.

He himself rushed to the side and quickly released several empty containers.

Xiao Wei held a large metal speaker and shouted, "Everyone, listen carefully! Line up in order! First, take your medicine, then take off your clothes, enter the container for disinfection, and finally change into new clothes."

Peng Yongyan and Xiaotian cooperated very well and took the special medicine first to prevent infection with the virus. Then they put on masks and disposable gloves and began to distribute pills in an orderly manner.

Jiang Jiyun was not idle either. She walked quickly to the other side and put out box after box of clothes.

Among these clothes, the most eye-catching ones are the underwear. They are the big flowery beach pants that Jiang Jiyun bought from the mall!

When Jiang Jiyuan distributed these colorful shorts in the container, his hands were shaking slightly.

He tried to keep a calm expression as he handed them to the little warriors whose faces had expressions of disbelief written all over them.

Jiang Jiyuan noticed the resistance in the other person's eyes, so he quickly spoke to comfort him: "Don't worry, it's just worn inside, no one will notice."

"Besides, you're not the only one wearing it. Everyone has two sets of clothes. The clothes you take off may carry the virus, so don't be picky. Otherwise, you're naked..."

"I'll wear it!" When the young man heard that he was naked, he took the clothes and put them on after Captain Lin disinfected his whole body.

Jiang Jiyun watched from outside the container as the neatly dressed comrades came out and left one by one with strange expressions. They put on protective clothing and went to help clean up the battlefield.

Those Kuomintang troops also wore New Fourth Army uniforms, and they naturally integrated into this group.

Before dawn broke, they changed their clothes quickly and orderly.

The bodies of the Japanese soldiers were lying all over the battlefield. The remains of these invaders were thrown mercilessly into a large pit dug in advance.

Barrels of gasoline were poured on the corpses, instantly igniting a raging fire that engulfed these sinful bodies.

Flames licked the night sky and black smoke billowed, which was the final judgment on these invaders.

At the same time, the bodies of the sacrificed New Fourth Army and National Army soldiers were carefully placed in another deeper pit.

Although their bodies are cold, their spirits will live forever in people's hearts.

After deep disinfection, the remains of these martyrs were solemnly buried, allowing them to rest in peace.

After matters outside the city were dealt with, everyone prepared to enter the city to disinfect and treat the infected.

However, when they arrived at the city gate, they encountered unexpected obstacles.

The people in the city gathered together spontaneously and blocked the road into the city.

Among the crowd, an old man was particularly eye-catching. His face was covered with a piece of cloth, revealing only his white beard underneath.

He stood at the front and shouted to the people entering the city with a trembling voice: "Comrades, please leave quickly! Our county town has become a hell. You can't come in! We can't hold you back!"

Jiang Jiyuan and others who were wearing protective clothing immediately understood what the people were thinking after hearing the old man's words.

The people in the city knew that their illness was serious and did not want to become a burden to the anti-Japanese fighters, so they would rather choose to fend for themselves.

At this time, Captain Jian Yizhi Jian stepped forward, walked up to the people, and said sincerely: "Fellow villagers, don't give up hope! We will definitely be able to cure your illness. Look at the clothes we are wearing, they are specially prepared for your treatment. We are here to save you!"

However, the old man shook his head firmly and rejected Captain Jian's kindness.

He sighed and said, "Too many people have died in the city. This disease progresses too quickly. Even if you start treatment now, it might be too late!"

The old man wiped away his tears and continued, "We all know that your supplies are very scarce. Those young warriors don't even have enough medicine to treat themselves, but they are still holding on. How can they possibly have extra medicine for us old guys?"

His words revealed helplessness and despair. "If you live, you can kill more devils and avenge us. As for us, living will only waste your medicinal materials. This is our voluntary decision. Please don't blame yourself or feel guilty."

Political Commissar Li Hexing, leaning on a stick, walked unsteadily to a place not far from the old man.

His voice was a little low but full of sincerity: "Uncle, do you think this will work? Send the critically ill patients out first and let our doctors treat them. If they can really be cured, then you can trust us and let us in. Is that okay with you?"

The old man was silent for a moment, and the people behind him seemed to be discussing something in a low voice.

After a while, someone stood up and said, "Okay, let's give it a try. We'll go get him out now. It's better to live than to die!"

After more than ten minutes, the children who were carried out were all under ten years old.

Their small bodies looked so fragile on the stretcher, and their dying appearance was heartbreaking.

When Captain Lin saw this, he hurried over with his men and carefully took the children.

They have all taken the best protective measures, wearing thick protective clothing, masks and goggles to ensure that they will not be infected again and avoid having to use another life-saving medicine.