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

Jiang Jiyun looked at the Japanese soldiers who only picked on the weak ones. She wanted to let the Japanese soldiers know that she was a lion that could eat people.

Jiang Wenming and Xiaotian didn't know how many waves of Japanese soldiers they had blocked who wanted to launch a sneak attack on Jiang Jiyun. The purpose of these people was self-evident. They thought that the smallest ones were the weakest, not to mention that the people next to them could not walk properly.

There were more and more Japanese corpses around them, and more Japanese soldiers kept rushing towards them.

Many guerrillas nearby also noticed the situation here and moved towards them, trying to share some of the pressure.

These guerrillas were used to a hard life and were very frugal in using bullets.

In this fierce battle, most people chose to use bayonets and swords for close combat rather than wasting precious ammunition.

But there was one person who was different on the battlefield - Jiang Jiyun.

Zhang Ping noticed that Jiang Jiyun kept firing and seemed to have no need to change magazines at all.

This surprised him greatly, and he thought to himself, how could this kid fire his gun for so long without having to change the magazine? Could this be some new type of weapon?

As time passed, the battle finally ended.

Jiang Jiyun was so tired that he was like a puddle of mud. He sat down on the ground, without even the strength to move.

Zhang Ping was not much better, sitting beside her equally exhausted.

Jiang Jiyun took a deep breath and his eyes fell on Zhang Ping's right leg.

She saw Zhang Ping struggling to move his right leg with both hands, trying to lay it flat.

Jiang Jiyun wiped the sweat from his head and said, "Uncle, how about I help you take a look at your legs? I studied Chinese medicine."

Zhang Ping sighed, smiled bitterly, and shook his head, saying, "It's no use for you to read it. My legs are broken. I'm afraid I'll never be able to fight on the battlefield again. But this is a good thing. I can concentrate on finding my family."

Jiang Jiyun wiped the sweat off his face, then moved over to check his leg and found that his right leg was broken.

And because he insisted on walking to kill the Japanese after his leg was broken, his entire thigh was swollen. Now he needs his uncle to set his bones and then use special medicine.

Jiang Jiyun looked at the man in front of him seriously and said solemnly, "Uncle, your wish is indeed a good one, but I'm afraid it will have to wait until we defeat the Japanese."

She looked down at the red and swollen area on his leg and continued, "Wait for my uncle to come and set your leg and then apply medicine. It won't be long before you can kill enemies freely on the battlefield like before, and you can even run a few more rounds!"

When Zhang Ping heard this, his heart trembled, especially when he saw Jiang Jiyun's serious eyes. He first thought that he might face the fate of amputation.

However, when Jiang Jiyun said, "You can run two laps after taking the medicine for bone setting," his mood instantly became complicated, he was surprised and a little bit unbelievable.

After the battle, Jiang Wenming rushed to look for his little niece as soon as possible.

When he saw Jiang Jiyun resting back to back with a guerrilla fighter, he hurried forward.

Jiang Wenming asked with concern, "Xiao Yun, are you hurt? Let me check you out."

As he spoke, he reached out to touch Jiang Jiyun's body, determined to check her all over before he felt at ease.

Jiang Jiyun felt uncomfortable being tossed around like a pancake by her uncle. She struggled and cried out, "Uncle, I'm really not injured. It was the uncle next to me who blocked the bayonets several times for me. He was injured much more seriously than me!"

Jiang Wenming felt relieved after hearing this. He carefully observed Jiang Jiyun's condition and saw that although she looked a little tired, she was in good spirits.

Moreover, when she was lying on her legs, her hands and feet kept moving around like a turtle, which made her sure that she was not injured this time.

So he gently loosened his grip, allowing Jiang Jiyun to move freely.

Jiang Wenming walked over to Zhang Ping, and before he had time to check, he heard his little niece chattering like a machine gun.

He didn't bother to greet Zhang Ping, but squatted down and checked his right leg.

When he saw Zhang Ping's right thigh was swollen beyond recognition, he couldn't help but frown and asked angrily, "What's going on? Why is it swollen like this? Did you ignore the fracture and force yourself to walk?"

Facing Jiang Wenming's questioning, Zhang Ping lowered his head and said nothing, like a child who had done something wrong.

In fact, he knew very well that this was what he did at that time.

At that time, I thought that since my leg was broken, I might never have the chance to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy again. I might as well kill a few more enemies while I still had a breath, which could be regarded as my last bit of strength for the country.

So, he endured the severe pain and rushed forward regardless of everything, thinking that if he could kill one more person, he would win a pair. If he killed two, he would gain a pair. At worst, he would have to have his limbs amputated. He would not die anyway.

But at this moment, being scolded so harshly by the doctor, Zhang Ping didn't even dare to breathe and could only listen silently.

Jiang Wenming shook his head helplessly, took out a small wooden stick from his bag, handed it to Zhang Ping, and said, "Here, bite it. I need to check if there are any broken bones in your broken leg. If there are, I may need a minor operation."

Zhang Ping took the stick in a daze. After a moment's hesitation, he asked cautiously, "Doctor, can I really save my leg? Will I be able to run like a normal person again?"

Jiang Wenming looked at Zhang Ping's expectant eyes and couldn't help but feel a surge of pity in his heart.

He sighed and said slowly, "If you delay any longer, and your muscles and bones become necrotic, amputation will be the only way to save your life. However, there's still time. As long as you cooperate with the treatment, you can still recover."

Zhang Ping said excitedly, "I will definitely cooperate with the treatment. My relatives are still waiting for me to find them!"

Jiang Jiyun came over and asked, "Uncle, what's your name? Where are you from? Have you lost contact with your family back home?"

Zhang Ping introduced himself, but the piece of wooden stick in his hand was of no use.

When Jiang Jiyun heard that his hometown was actually the same place as Zhang An, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

She suddenly realized that not only were they from the same place, but their names were so similar, which added up to peace.

Jiang Jiyun's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. He looked at the man in front of him nervously and asked with courage, "Uncle, your brother's name is Zhang An, right?"

When Zhang Ping heard this, he suddenly raised his head and fixed his eyes on Jiang Jiyun.

His voice trembled slightly as he asked with a hint of anticipation, "Have you seen him? Is he here too? My third child is Zhang An, the second child has a younger sister named Zhang Qi, and there's a younger brother named Zhang Jun who's only in his teens."