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

Chen Jingshan stood at the door of the tent, looking at Wang Jin with a worried look on his face. After hesitating for a moment, he finally asked, "Wang Jin, are you...are you feeling unwell?"

Wang Jin's eyes became moist and tears rolled down his cheeks.

He replied in a trembling voice, "Captain Chen, I... I can feel my left leg move. The operation was truly... truly successful!"

Jiang Jiyun stood aside, looking at Wang Jin's excitement, and couldn't help feeling happy for him.

But she still calmly reminded him, "You should avoid strenuous exercise on your leg in the next few days. Even though you've used a lot of special medicine, it will still take time for it to recover as normal."

Wang Jin tried hard to calm his excitement. He took a deep breath, then nodded carefully and said, "I understand. I will definitely follow the doctor's instructions."

At this time, Xiao Wei and Xiao Tian came over, they put the stretcher next to Wang Jin, and then gently moved him onto the stretcher.

Wang Jin lay on the stretcher and looked at them with gratitude.

Xiao Wei and Xiao Tian lifted the stretcher and walked out of the tent, taking him down the mountain. Jiang Jiyun followed them and left.

Their figures gradually moved farther and farther away until they disappeared from Chen Jingshan's sight.

Only Chen Jingshan and Jiang Wenming were left in the tent.

Jiang Wenming noticed that Chen Jingshan seemed to be hesitant to speak to him, and he immediately understood what Chen Jingshan wanted to say.

Jiang Wenming sighed and said softly, "Does Captain Chen know of any effective medicine?"

Chen Jingshan nodded silently.

Of course he knew about that special medicine, which was a rare and precious medicine that was hard to come by. This time he only got two pills.

Jiang Wenming said to him solemnly, "We used almost ten kilograms of pure special medicine to treat his leg!"

When Chen Jingshan heard the number "more than ten pounds", his heart suddenly shook and he couldn't help but be shocked.

He remembered that when they were cleaning the battlefield this time, they had found bottles of medicine on the bodies of their fallen comrades, but the total weight of those medicines was far less than three kilograms.

Those comrades who died didn't even have the chance to take medicine before they left this world forever.

And now, he actually had to use ten kilograms of pure special medicine to treat a person's legs, which was something he had never dared to think about before.

Jiang Wenming looked at the shocked expression on Chen Jingshan's face and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Because he had discussed this issue with Jiang Jiyun in the space before, Jiang Jiyun was silent for a long time and said that if it was really as Chen Jingshan thought, then wouldn't people with money and power be able to do whatever they want in the future?

Moreover, Jiang Jiyun also said that perhaps one day, this special medicine will completely disappear along with her and will never appear again.

Without a specific drug, this difficult operation will never succeed, and we are afraid that someone will take the risk and do something illegal.

Jiang Wenming quickly packed up the tent, then turned around, his eyes falling on Chen Jingshan who was not far away.

At this time, Chen Jingshan was working hard, completely ignoring his previous thoughts, and continued to concentrate on cleaning up the Japanese corpses on the battlefield.

Not only that, they also carefully sorted out the packages that had not been leaked and kept them properly.

Jiang Wenming just took a quick look, turned around quickly, and started chasing in the direction Jiang Jiyun and the others left.

After all, they have done their best here, and the next task is still waiting for them.

Jiang Wenming walked quickly and soon caught up with the people in front. He carried the listless Jiang Jiyun on his back and followed the team closely.

Jiang Jiyun lay quietly on his uncle's back, moving up and down with his steps, and soon fell asleep.

Commander Zhang and other soldiers at the foot of the mountain were also busy.

They worked together and quickly set up four tents, providing a relatively safe environment for the soldiers who needed re-operation and isolation, as well as the medical staff who were waiting on the spot.

Finally, amid everyone's anxious waiting, they slowly went down the mountain.

Sun Yunhe walked forward with a gun on his back and a crutch made of branches.

He walked to a place not far from Commander Zhang, stopped, stood at attention and saluted, then reported loudly: "Report to the Commander! The death squad has completed the mission and returned victoriously to report! The team was supposed to be 362 people for this operation, and only 74 people have arrived!"

Captain Zhang looked at the dozen or so soldiers lined up in neat rows and covered in dirt in front of him, and he knew in his heart how difficult the mission they had just experienced was.

Although these people stood upright, it could be seen from their exhausted faces and scarred bodies that this battle was by no means easy for them.

Captain Zhang's eyes slowly swept over the soldiers who were carried down on stretchers. They were seriously injured and needed a second operation.

These are his subordinates, his comrades, who paid a huge price to complete the mission this time.

The success of this mission was due not only to sufficient weapons and equipment and special medicines, but also to the timely support of Comrade Jiang and others. More importantly, it was the soldiers' spirit of not fearing life and death.

If it weren't for the assistance of Comrade Jiang and others, I'm afraid that today not only would the suicide squad be wiped out, but their entire regiment might also suffer destruction.

Captain Zhang suddenly thought of a key question: was it Comrade Jiang and his men who discovered the traces of these devils and reported them in a timely manner?

If they had not appeared, the Japanese plan would most likely succeed, and the consequences would be even more unimaginable.

When the second and fourth battalion commanders looked around the crowd but still couldn't see the figure of the first battalion commander Ye Jingsheng, their hearts suddenly felt as heavy as if a heavy rock was pressing down on them.

The fourth battalion commander finally couldn't contain his inner anxiety. He stared at Sun Yunhe standing beside him and asked anxiously, "Xiao Sun, where is your battalion commander Ye? Is he still busy arranging work up there?"

When Xiao Sun heard the Fourth Battalion Commander's question, his tear-stained face became even more distraught. His lips trembled as he managed to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth: "Our Battalion Commander... he also died..."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, exploding in the ears of the Second Battalion Commander and the Fourth Battalion Commander. The two men stood there as if struck by lightning, their faces filled with disbelief.

Political Commissar Xu stepped forward quickly. He knew how the soldiers felt at the moment, so he decisively arranged for someone to take the dozen or so soldiers to a tent to let them rest for a while.

At the same time, Political Commissar Xu also listened to Jiang Jiyuan's advice and decided to isolate and observe these soldiers to ensure their physical condition and safety.

"Out of more than 300 people, only a few dozen returned. These devils have gone crazy!"

"More than a dozen of them look intact. They must have taken some powerful medicine!"

"Without taking effective medicine, I guess no one will have a chance of coming back alive."

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The sounds of everyone talking and sobbing reached the ears of Jiang Wenming and others.

Jiang Wenming hugged his sleeping niece and could only sigh helplessly. The losses in this battle were really heavy. They had not seen such a tragic battle for a long time.