Chapter Fifty-Seven: Penicillin

  12.7mm white phosphorus bullets, like a long whip of flame, fiercely lashed at the belly of the Japanese aircraft, and the finger-thick bullets easily penetrated the wooden fuselage, the friction heat quickly igniting the white phosphorus, and in almost an instant, this Kawasaki Ki-88 light bomber was engulfed in flames.

  Not only that, the penetrating power of large-caliber bullets was obviously too cruel for this aircraft made mainly of wood and canvas. Several of them even directly penetrated the entire fuselage, hitting the pilot's body from below, and then this bomber, which had not yet dropped a bomb, flew straight over the cargo hold, crashing into the distant city wall in an instant, turning into a dazzling flame.

  "Whoa! That's too awesome!" Yang Feng exclaimed excitedly.

  Three more bombers of the same type immediately stopped their bombing and swooped down without hesitation.

  Yang Feng suddenly accelerated to over a hundred, like an arrow off the string rushing towards the city gate. The dense bullets hit the car body with a loud clang, and the two little girls were scared pale, but Yang Feng was excited as if he had been hit by a fortune.

  Three bombers surrounded the big guy and others at the back, forcing them to crouch behind the car head, not daring to show their faces. Even Lao Liu and his wife dared not move, hiding behind the steel plate.

  Of course, such an attack is clearly meaningless for the cargo that can't even move its anti-war guns. Yang Feng still rushed out of the city unscathed, and these three Japanese bombers seemed to have been enraged by their companion's death, abandoning their mission and pursuing him relentlessly.

  Once out of the city, Yang Feng didn't have much to worry about. To be honest, if it weren't for fear of being too shocking and unconventional, Xiaohuang's speed could reach 300 kilometers per hour, leaving these planes in the dust wouldn't be a problem. The fastest bombers of this era were only around 300 kilometers per hour, and even with a full load of bombs, they could barely fly at 200 kilometers per hour.

  Outside the city of Mityun are vast farmlands, just right for him to show off his driving skills. The small truck was like a cunning fox, nimbly weaving through the fireballs of exploding bombs, occasionally stopping to let the machine gunner behind harass the Japanese planes.

  The Japanese planes didn't have enough time to play around, flying from the airport in Hohhot to here, and they didn't have much time left for bombing. This cat-and-mouse game only lasted for a dozen or so minutes, after which the three planes that had dropped all their bombs and even fired off all their bullets had no choice but to fly away.

  When Yang Feng returned to Miyun again, he was welcomed as a hero. Many people watched his performance on the city wall, and everyone understood that if it weren't for Yang Feng luring away the Japanese planes, those powerful bombs would have killed countless civilians.

  "In fact, Brother didn't think that much, just felt that he had a weapon and couldn't bear to watch the Japanese harm his fellow villagers." Yang Feng said with an expression that was very different from his usual image, looking silly and honest as he spoke to the surrounding wealthy and inferior officials who were thanking him.

  The hero who saved the people, with a sense of satisfaction, led the convoy to continue on to Gubeikou amidst cheers and applause. With powerful firepower to rely on, the clever civilians and students from Miyun followed closely behind him. The long convoy moved slowly forward, finally arriving at Shiguanzhen before nightfall. This was the rear base of the 25th Division, and ahead lay the battlefield.

  Along the Chao River upstream, Gao Ling Town, Huang Tu Liang, Nan Tian Men, and then to Gu Bei Kou, this series of fortifications layered and blocked, forming a complete defense system, tightly guarding the Chao River valley, the most deadly gap on this Great Wall defense line.

  At this time, Guan Linzheng still led the remaining 25 divisions with about 5,000 people to defend the Gubeikou. The Japanese army facing him also suffered heavy casualties, especially at the beginning of the war when Guan Linzheng's artillery bombarded almost an entire artillery battalion, and the infantry also suffered heavy losses due to lack of artillery support. As a result, the offensive weakened during this period, and both sides were deadlocked.

  At this time, the Shi Xiang town was crowded with wounded soldiers waiting to be evacuated. The bloody scene in the field hospital made the two little faces of Xin Er and Yang Feng turn pale. However, Yang Feng didn't care about it at all. He originally had a good psychological quality, and he had already experienced similar situations in Chifeng, so he still carried his paper box around to distribute cigarettes.

  "Mr. Yang, you didn't just bring cigarettes, did you?" Just as Yang Feng was enthusiastically discussing the female body structure with several wounded soldiers, a soft voice suddenly spoke up from behind, and the surrounding wounded soldiers immediately dispersed in a hurry.

  Yang Feng turned around, and Helen, wearing a white nurse uniform, stood there with her hands in the front pockets of her apron, looking at him with a hint of a smile.

  "How did you end up here?" Yang Feng asked with some surprise.

  "I'm a volunteer, and so is my father." She said with a shrug.

  Yang Feng immediately perked up and, with a somewhat suspiciously flirtatious tone, put his arm around her shoulder and said mysteriously: "I have a new medicine here that has an immediate effect on post-operative infections. Want to try it out?"

  "Is it more effective than sulfonamide?" Helen immediately became spirited, asking with a surprised face, without noticing Yang Feng's downward gaze.

  "It's extremely effective, one might even say it's divine." Yang Feng nodded solemnly.

  Penicillin is about to make its debut, and now, including Beiping, the hospitals in the Pingjin area are packed with wounded soldiers. This is undoubtedly the best advertising opportunity. Yang Feng brought back 5,000 penicillin injections this time, considering that people at this time have no drug resistance, these 5,000 can be used as 50,000. Now it only needs a starting point for diffusion, and Helen and her daughter are honored to take on this important task again.

  It's necessary to explain that Helen's father, Lucas, was a famous surgeon during World War I. Unfortunately, after his wife passed away, he became an alcoholic and had an accident while performing surgery, so he couldn't stay in the US anymore. He then ran to China and opened a clinic here. Many people at the Western Hospital in Beiping knew him, so they often asked for his help with difficult surgeries.

  Helen came to China with him when she was ten years old, and even went to Tsinghua University. Except for having a Western face, there is not much difference between her and Chinese girls in other aspects. Because of this, among the Westerners in Beiping, she is as welcome as an angel.

  During this time, Yang Feng had been using her as his free advertising model. At least sanitary napkins have now spread among Western women in Beiping, and Yang Feng's patent application has also been sent to the United States and Europe. The patent application for triangular underwear matching sanitary napkins has also been issued. Yang Feng even plans to bring bikinis over in the summer. Just thinking about Helen's sexy body wearing a bikini on the beach makes Yang Feng have an urge to bleed from his nose.

  (Today I went home and spent an afternoon on the bus. In the afternoon, I played with my daughter for a whole afternoon and didn't have time to write much, please forgive me.)