The First Part of the National Martyr's Lonely City Blood War Chapter 16: Medicine Crisis

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  Song Yuanhang watched as the remaining thirty or so Japanese soldiers changed back into their uniforms and withdrew from battle. He knew that not finishing off the enemy would lead to endless trouble, but he had no way of stopping them. The company of military police he led was almost completely wiped out, with more than half of the guards killed or wounded, and even two of the ten sharpshooters who were providing cover fire were killed in the exchange with the Japanese soldiers.

  In the most intense battle, the main tunnel of the command bunker was filled with the bodies of Chinese and Japanese soldiers. The smoke had not yet dispersed, and the hot blood that had just been boiling had already deeply penetrated into the ground, leaving only a black mark.

  All the fallen Chinese soldiers fell in one direction, that is to say, no one retreated during the battle! The brave win in a narrow path, but no one has ever cared about the price the brave pay for victory.

  The second battalion commander of the 598 regiment was killed in action when he was ambushed by a Japanese special punishment team, and the one sent to contact Song Yuanghai was a lieutenant with head and left arm injuries.

  Song Yuanhang didn't even go to listen to what the lieutenant was saying, he just silently leaned against the wall of the trench and sat among the corpses of Chinese soldiers. After lighting a cigarette, Song Yuanhang casually closed the wide-open eyes of one of the Chinese soldiers.

  What good soldiers! Many of them are from peasant families, those who have been oppressed and bullied in their daily lives, yet they stand out at the critical moment when the nation and country are in danger. Wives send off their husbands, mothers send off their sons, I live for my country, I die for my country, it is relying on their silent sacrifices that the nation can continue with difficulty.

  Song Yuanhang knew he had to quickly sort out his emotions, if he wanted to continue fighting with Gu, he absolutely could not be disturbed and influenced by his emotions. Since it was a war, the sacrifices and casualties of soldiers and even civilians were inevitable. As a professional soldier, being prepared to sacrifice at any time was a necessary awakening. The casualties of soldiers, officers, and even generals were just a numerical game for their superiors, in which personal feelings could not be mixed in at all.

  Yagyu Kazuo sat alone on an ammunition box, quietly smoking a cigarette in front of the 112th Brigade Command. Commander Imai Shingo stood beside him, gazing at this lucky guy who had been promoted to Major General at the age of thirty-four, and couldn't help but think that Yagyu looked just like a woman!

  Iwai no Shusuke knew that the Kamikaze Special Punishment Corps had suffered its greatest defeat since its formation today, and the main reason for this defeat was that his own corps could not break through the defensive position of the Chinese army. He rubbed his hands awkwardly, with a very sincere bow, saying: "Mr. Ryūsei! Today's responsibility is entirely mine, I am deeply sorry for the death of your subordinates, and I will report to the division commander and the dispatch army about this matter!"

  Yagyu Kazuo, who had been holding a grudge against Imai since the battle of Nanking, was taken aback by the sincerity of the apology from the military officer with a deep background. He quickly stood up and bowed, saying: "Today's defeat is not your fault, Mr. Imai. I have never seen such a fierce attack from the Chinese army before. The enemy's firepower, the quality of their officers and soldiers' combat skills are all on par with ours! Everyone fought to the death! It's truly shocking."

  Soon, Imai and Yagyu became "brothers" wearing the same pants! Furious that the intelligence department did not discover the Chinese army with amazing combat power within the ancient city, they attributed the responsibility for this defeat to the dereliction of duty by the intelligence department and vowed to demand an explanation from the dispatched military authorities!

  Since the enemy situation has undergone a major change, the attack should naturally stop as well. After issuing the order to cease the attack, Itoi Shigeyuki and Yanagizawa opened several cans of fish and Itoi even made an exception by treating Yanagizawa with a bottle of imperial sake. As they chatted and exchanged cups, both of them understood that after such a major defeat, it was impossible for the regiment to shirk responsibility on its own. What needed to be done now was to drag more departments and people into this mess and muddy the waters.

  After resuming contact, the reinforcements of the 598th Regiment, led by their chief of staff Sun Furong, replaced the heavily damaged Second Battalion. Sun Furong represented the entire regiment in expressing great gratitude to Song Yuanhang for his daring reinforcement.

  After the remains of the martyrs were collected, Song Yuanhang returned to the Garrison Command. As soon as he entered the courtyard, Song Yuanhang, covered in blood and dust, was dragged by Xu Tu'an to a field hospital in the basement for bandaging his wounds.

  As soon as I entered the basement, the strong smell of blood mixed with the pungent smell of disinfectant and the smell of char made me feel nauseous. Under the dim light, the wails and groans of the wounded, accompanied by faint cries for help from the doctors, made my heart tremble.

  Several doctors were busy making preliminary diagnoses for the wounded who had just been carried in, and those who were hopeless and had no value in rescue were carried out again after initial diagnosis.

  Some exhausted medical staff, casually find a corner, fall asleep...

  "What's wrong?" Wang Wen asked with a tired face, looking at Song Yuanhang standing in the middle of the corridor with an inquiring expression.

  Before Song Yuanhang could speak, Liu Mengzi on the side hastily asked: "Was our chief of staff injured by the enemy's hand grenade at 131 high ground?"

  "Oh? Wang Wen re-examined Song Yuanhang and asked: "Where are you hurt?"

  Behind the back, the shrapnel was picked out by me! Liu Mengzi rushed to answer for Song Yuanhang again. Wang Wen glanced at Song Yuanhang's wound and casually threw him a roll of bandages and a small package of hemostatic powder disinfectant cotton: "This little injury will be bandaged by your soldiers, remember not to stand in the way next time."

  "What's with your tone?" Liu Mengzi's eyes widened, his hand instinctively resting on his gun!

  "Nonsense!" Song Yuanhang glared at Liu Mengzi and turned to leave, just as a young nurse rushed to Wang Wen's side and said urgently: "Doctor Wang, the enemy's artillery fire is too intense, we can't send out the wounded who have finished surgery, and the Military Police Command doesn't have enough beds. What are we going to do?"

  Wang Wen, who has been working continuously for 48 hours, is exhausted. Since the outbreak of gunfire, a large number of wounded soldiers have been sent to this field hospital, which can only accommodate 200 wounded people. The sudden increase in wounded soldiers has led to a shortage of medicines, and many operations can only be performed without anesthesia. The heart-wrenching cries of the wounded are also interfering with the doctors, and the severe shortage of medical staff is causing many doctors to collapse from exhaustion.

  She, who was temporarily in charge, had only performed six operations during her two-year internship at a US hospital. Today, she did over a hundred cases in just one day. Due to the primitive medical conditions, she knew that a large proportion of them would be left with lifelong disabilities. Was it necessary for the wounded soldiers, who had just undergone surgery, to lie on the cold concrete floor?

  Song Yuanhang took a step forward and said: "I think I can help you!"

  Wang Wen took a look at the garrison commander who had not left, that damned lecher! She hated most those oily-faced men who specialized in flirting with women. Unfortunately, Song Yuanhang before Lin Junjie was just such a guy, and he had even molested her once, how could she not bear a grudge?

  Song Yuanhang saw that Wang Wen did not refuse, and turned to Liu Mengzi: "Immediately vacate all barracks, offices, logistics warehouses, and rooms for the wounded. Give my room to doctors and nurses as a rest room. Order the kitchen to prepare hot soup and hot dishes 24 hours a day, so that people can eat whenever they arrive!"

  Liu Mengzi stared with wide eyes, first stunned for a moment, then whispered: "Chief of Staff, don't give up your room, Uncle ordered to take good care of you, and said that you are also wounded and need rest and recuperation!"

  "Damn it!" Song Yuanhang glared with a pair of eyes filled with bloodshot, pointing at the wounded on the ground and shouted: "They are like me, Chinese soldiers, in the face of national righteousness against foreign humiliation, there is no distinction between high and low, only different responsibilities, all with a heart full of hot blood to serve the country! If the country is gone, the nation is gone, what else can we soldiers do? I am a lightly wounded soldier, by moral principles, the lightly wounded should not leave the front line, pass on my orders, provide all possible convenience to the field hospital."

  Never had Liu Mengzi seen Song Yuanghai so angry, he was momentarily at a loss for what to do. Song Yuanghai patted him on the shoulder and said: "Sorry! Sacrificing so many brothers, my heart is in pain, go execute the order quickly!"

  Liu Mengzi hastened to deliver the orders with big strides, while savoring Song Yuanhang's words "I'm sorry". The young master has really changed.

  Wang Wen responded to Song Yuanhang's support with a difficult and awkward smile. Medicine had always been her biggest worry. She had gone to the military department many times, but even before the Japanese army surrounded the city, there were few Western medicines and surgical instruments available, let alone now that the Japanese army was besieging the city. Originally, these should have been provided by the British according to previous agreements, but now the British couldn't even take care of themselves, how could they possibly take care of them?

  Wang Wen suddenly remembered the British major from the day before their retreat, young and handsome with golden short hair and blue eyes, of noble royal blood, always so humorous, always so captivating! Looking at Song Yuanhang in front of her, Wang Wen suddenly associated him with a toad.

  Although she knew it was useless, she had an inexplicable urge to tell Song Yuanhang about the lack of medicine and medical equipment.

  Song Yuanhang, who was already seeing stars and had an IQ of almost zero, naturally took it all on himself.

  Wang Wen saw Song Yuanhang's attitude and couldn't help but sneer, saying: "Director Song, I'll remind you that the medicine urgently needed by the wounded is within the category of military supplies. It's within your power and responsibility to do so. Even if you can't do it, I'll understand. However, I hope you don't think that I will have any expectations or impression changes towards you personally! My words remain the same: there is no possibility between us now, nor will there be in the future."

  Song Yuanhang, who had been splashed with a bucket of cold water, returned to the combat room. After calming down, he began to scratch his ears and cheeks, wishing he could give himself two slaps: "Is this the legendary punishment after acting impulsively? Medicines and medical equipment! Where can I find them?"