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

During the disinfection process, Jiang Jiyun was not idle.

She quickly called her brother and reported the situation here to him. The battle was over, but a small number of Japanese devils still managed to escape.

She immediately told her brother to be more vigilant and not let these devils spread the virus.

At the same time, she asked her brother to prepare several tents because there were many wounded people here who needed isolation and treatment.

These wounded people are not only seriously injured physically, but are more likely to become carriers of the virus. If they are not careful, the virus will be inadvertently brought out, causing a greater disaster.

"We must ensure that the seriously injured receive timely medical treatment," Jiang Jiyun emphasized. "Some are severely injured and require surgery, and are unable to move on their own. You must arrange for someone to pick them up as soon as possible."

When the soldiers who had been on standby heard the news that they had to go into the mountains to pick up the wounded, they instantly became excited like a lit powder keg.

They volunteered one after another and vied with each other to carry out this task.

Political Commissar Xu looked at these soldiers full of fighting spirit and felt both moved and gratified.

After careful consideration, he finally decided to select two hundred experienced and physically fit soldiers to go into the mountains to pick up the people.

Before departure, Political Commissar Xu also specifically reminded them to take protective measures to ensure their own safety.

However, shortly after the two hundred soldiers entered the mountains, an accident occurred.

There was a loud "bang", followed by intensive gunfire and panicked shouting from not far away.

"There's a Japanese soldier running out here, everyone be alert!" someone shouted.

This sudden situation caught everyone off guard, and the originally tense atmosphere instantly became solemn.

The soldiers quickly entered combat status, raised their weapons and stood ready.

The sound of gunfire rang out one after another, and their hatred for the Japanese was rekindled after they learned that their comrades who entered the mountains had suffered heavy casualties.

When they saw the Japanese soldiers fleeing from afar, they pulled the trigger without hesitation in their rage.

Today, they did not see a single surrendered prisoner; they were all invaders who refused to surrender.

The third battalion commander Chen Jingshan led the team and after two or three hours of forced march, they finally arrived at the edge of an open space.

However, the open space was not as empty as they expected. Instead, it was filled with corpses and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Chen Jingshan looked around nervously, his eyes sweeping over the corpses, but he still couldn't find his good friend Ye Jingsheng.

His heart beat faster and faster, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Finally, Chen Jingshan couldn't help but ask, "Wang Jin, where is your battalion commander?"

Wang Jin was sitting on the ground, his left leg already incomplete. When he heard Chen Jingshan's question, his tears burst out like a flood.

"Our battalion commander...he died!" Wang Jin's voice was choked with endless grief and despair.

Chen Jingshan's eyes widened, looking at Wang Jin in disbelief. "How could this be? Don't you have a bulletproof vest?"

Wang Jin gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Those devils don't fight normally at all! They used a suicidal, mutually destructive tactic. We have nowhere to hide!"

At this moment, a figure came rushing over like the wind.

Jiang Jiyun was holding a transparent bag in his arms, which contained a left leg, and blood had dyed the water in the bag red.

"Uncle, I just checked. The owner of this leg has the same blood type as you. Let's try to reconnect your leg!" Jiang Jiyun shouted breathlessly.

Chen Jingshan's eyes fell on the leg. He saw that it was a bare leg, soaked in the red water, which looked particularly glaring.

He saw that the child was not tall, and because of the gas mask and helmet, he couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl.

Wang Jin looked up at the leg and asked stupidly, "This... this... my leg?"

Jiang Jiyun blinked her bright eyes, staring intently at the person in front of her, and said softly, "It will be yours from now on. Do you want to go to the battlefield again in the future? Do you want to join us in making a bet?"

Just now, Jiang Jiyun felt sorry for Wang Jin after learning that his left leg was blown off.

When she saw the body parts scattered all over the ground, she suddenly had an idea. She took out the blood type test card from the pharmacy in the Space Mall, and then she came up with a whimsical idea - to use the exchanged space water to treat Wang Jin's legs.

So while helping Wang Jin treat his wound, Jiang Jiyun took the opportunity to collect his blood sample.

Then, she searched around the battlefield and finally found several corpses with the same blood type as Wang Jin.

After careful selection, Jiang Jiyun finally picked out several corpses whose height, weight and blood type were exactly the same as Wang Jin's.

Then she walked up to the people responsible for carrying the body and told them her idea.

After hearing this, those people first turned around to look at Wang Jin who was sitting there with a look of despair on his face, then looked at the corpses of the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground, as well as those comrades who had died, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

After a while, the squad leader took a deep breath and said resolutely, "No, we absolutely cannot use the Japanese's limbs! Their blood is too dirty. If Captain Wang knew that we were using the Japanese's limbs to save his leg, he would rather be disabled than accept it!"

After saying this, he slowly squatted down and looked at the soldier who had died in front of him.

The team leader's voice was low and respectful: "His name is Shen Jijun. We were the ones who dug him out from among the piles of dead bodies."

"He wasn't supposed to be on the death squad for this mission. He said he had no parents, no wife, and no children. His only wish in life was to kill those damned devils with his own hands and avenge his family."

The captain's throat trembled slightly. He suppressed his inner grief and continued, "If his spirit in heaven could know all this, I believe he would agree without hesitation to donate his leg to his comrade."

"Because as long as he can help his comrades get back on their feet and continue to fight the Japanese, he will never hesitate, even at the cost of his own legs."

After Jiang Jiyun came to Wang Jin again and measured his leg size, he ran back to state his requirements.

The team leader and other team members walked silently to Shen Jijun's body.

After they saluted Shen Jijun's body solemnly, they carefully removed Shen Jijun's left leg.

They gently placed the left leg into a vacuum-packed bag that Jiang Jiyun took out, and soaked it in space water to keep it fresh.

He waited quietly for Wang Jin's consent. As long as he got permission, his left leg could be reattached at any time, allowing Wang Jin to regain the ability to walk and continue to fight against the enemy.