"Why don't you save him?"

The female reporter shouted loudly, and Li Jian just replied a few words lightly:

"I can't save it!"

He said with his back to the female reporter because he really didn't want to see these seriously injured people in pain.

They are all his soldiers, and the mentality of enduring pain in front of him but not sharing the burden for his brothers is really hard.

"How could it not be? We donated so much supplies and oceans to you on the streets. It is definitely enough to buy some medicine to save the lives of these soldiers!"

The female reporter was a little excited, with tears on her face, but Li Jian just answered casually:

"I haven't seen the money you donated. Even if part of it really hits our Eighth Route Army, for dozens or millions of troops, the donated funds are just a drop in the bucket.

Many times, the lives of these warriors cannot be saved at all. Life is so fragile!"

After saying that, Li Jian walked into the hospital. He wanted to see how the seriously injured people who had the surgery were like. Several doctors' eyes were filled with blood. The work for several days and the fatigue caused by not having time to rest made them look like they were old.

It is impossible for a person to be mentally unconscious. After sleeping for an hour, Junko woke up automatically and recovered a lot. After eating some food in a hurry, she came over to continue the surgery immediately.

Those reporters were capturing these scenes, and most people were complaining, why did these soldiers not have any medicine for treatment?

Did someone embezzle those donations?

"Xiaojie, I think this matter is not that simple. Every time we come out to raise donations, we don't get much money, but that is also a considerable amount of wealth!

With the donations from some patriotic merchants, the Eighth Route Army should be able to get some donations?

But the chief just now said that he didn't get it, which is very abnormal!"

"Can he be lying?"

A female reporter stood up and asked again, and the last few people shook their heads and denied the idea.

Although the man looked serious and did not take them very well, the veteran's behavior just now showed that the young Eighth Route Army commander should not be that kind of person.

"You can record it! This is the current situation of our Eighth Route Army. Our independent detachment is pretty good.

If you have the chance, you can go to other Eighth Route Army units to see. They are more difficult than us. At least a large part of our seriously injured people can be treated, but other troops are..."

At this time, a man with a cane walked behind them and said slowly. When a few people turned around, they found that this was an injured Eighth Route Army, with a circle of bandages tied to their thighs!

At the same time, the two girls opened their mouths in surprise and shouted:

"You...you...are you...Zhang Tian?"

There were two more scars on the Eighth Route Army's face in front of me. They should have been scratched by bayonets or shrapnel.

Zhang Tian was also a little surprised. He didn't expect to meet acquaintances here. Thinking of his previous personality, it was difficult for these beauties to have a connection. At that time, he thought it was worthy of pride to attract girls' attention.

Since joining the Eighth Route Army and experiencing countless battles, he realized that that idea was really naive.

Countless warriors on the battlefield lost their lives. When I was studying, I was just thinking about how to attract girls' attention.

"Xiaojie, Nana, hello you guys! I didn't expect to see you here!"

Zhang Tian admitted with a smile. At this time, the girls in front of him were also a little surprised. It was obvious that others had heard of Zhang Tian, ​​but they didn't expect that he would come to the Eighth Route Army to join the army to fight the Japanese.

"Zhang Tian, ​​are you the Eighth Route Army now?"

The female reporter named Xiaojie asked in surprise, and several other reporters also took out their notebooks and pens to record.

"We should not talk here. This is the aisle and cannot block them. Moreover, the soldiers here suffer pain every moment. Let us not disturb them, let them have a good rest!

Come with me here, I will introduce our independent detachment in detail to you!"

After saying that, he led a group of people into a three-story ward area of ​​the hospital. There were severely injured people lying on the aisle, leaving only a narrow road for people to walk through.

Soon, they arrived at Zhangtian's ward and found that there were four beds in this small ward. The four soldiers lying on the ward were obviously seriously injured, and they could only barely open their eyes.

“That’s what you’re seeing, the wounded who are not at great risk of life are outside.

I'm not afraid of you to make a joke. It was a temporary place built by our commander. The sheds were all newly built. They used to be just a yard in the hospital.

Only the real seriously injured can live in this building. At night, the ordinary wounded people will come to squeeze in with us!"

Zhang Tian smiled sadly, and at this time, a reporter happened to photograph the situation in the hospital aisle and three seriously injured people lying on the bed.

Xiaojie looked at Zhang Tianwen at this time and said:

"The same thigh injury, why did the veteran just now be able to recover from the injury here, but you could recover from it?"

"He was not just injured in his thigh. He was stabbed through the abdomen by the Japanese bayonet on the battlefield. If our doctor hadn't rescued him in time, he would have been dead now!"

At this time, a lesbian in the Eighth Route Army uniform walked in with his stuff. Everyone turned their heads and looked at the door. Xiaojie shouted in surprise again:

"You are... Liang... Liang Wanyu!"

Zhang Tian also smiled bitterly. Liang Wanyu would deliver food to him at this time, but he didn't expect to meet an acquaintance at this time.

"Hello Xiaojie, I didn't expect to see you from the Eighth Route Army. I'm so happy."

"Wanyu, I heard that you participated in the Eighth Route Army before, but I didn't expect that you would be here!"

Xiaojie was also a little happy, but she didn't expect to meet an acquaintance.

"This may be fate! This guy has been in the hospital for the first time. Every time he rushed to the front of the battle, the last time the Japanese bullet pierced his chest, which was only one centimeter away from his heart!

It’s really a big fate to be able to survive until now!”

Since Zhang Tian became the company commander, the scars on his body have increased dramatically, including bayonets, bullets, and even shrapnel.

He is no longer the weak young man he used to be, and he can't count the life of the Japanese and his hands and feet.

"Zhang Tian When did you become so powerful? I remember you were not..."

Speaking of this, Xiaojie stopped, but Zhang Tian was not embarrassed. He smiled slightly and said lightly:

"I used to be useless, but after joining the Eighth Route Army, I realized:

It’s great to live foolishly!”
Chapter completed!