my bright sword career

Chapter 351 Transformation
Thanks to Gao Hongming's golden finger, the Liantai militia has always been famous for its wealth and wealth.

In view of the fact that there is basically no danger to defend Yangping Town, Gao Hongming also became ruthless. As soon as he arrived in Yangping Town, he ordered the troops to start building positions. Fortifications and blockhouses, Xinyang Village alone has built a blockhouse group consisting of nine bright and dark forts, and these blockhouse groups have now played an important role.

"Kakakakaka..."

"Front left...front right...straight ahead..."

Accompanied by the sound of machine guns tearing tarpaulins, tongues of heating flames spewed out of the barrel of the MG42 machine gun. A young machine gunner was sweating profusely, looking ahead and moving his mouth. Trigger, on his left side, a deputy shooter indicated the target for him while supplying ammunition, and behind them, another ammunitionist was using a shovel to shovel the piled up shell casings into a small wooden cart aside.

The 213th Battalion and 600rd Company stationed in Yangxin Village used the bunker group to block the 213th Regiment of the Japanese Army here for two days and two nights. The Japanese Army did not get any benefits except for the wreckage of seven or eight chariots and more than [-] corpses. This is also the reason why Kawahara Youbing of the [-]th Regiment was so furious.

With a loud "boom", the shell landed behind a ditch behind Guojialing, accompanied by billowing smoke, scorching shrapnel and stones flying across, and a nearby tent shook like an earthquake.

Miyoko Sugita, who had just bandaged the wounds of the wounded, just straightened her waist, and with a "whoosh", something flew past her ears, and then there was a clear sound of glass breaking in the ambulance station.

Miyoko Sugita turned her head, and a glass bottle on the table against the wall was smashed by something.Out of curiosity, Miyoko walked over, and with the dim kerosene lamp, she could see a piece of black metal between the glass fragments of the tray.Miyoko touched it with her fingers, but it was still hot.

The Japanese attack became intense from the very beginning, and the roar of shells was everywhere since yesterday.Holding the scorching shrapnel, Miyoko listened to the wounded soldiers groaning in pain and looked at the blood on the ground, hating this damn war even more in her heart, "Why do you want to fight?"

Since being captured by the Rentai militia, Miyoko officially joined the Japanese National Defense Army, and became a medical staff member of the National Defense Army like more than a dozen captured Japanese female nurses and Dr. Miyamoto Ichiro.

However, the nature of the Japanese national defense soldiers is special and their number is small, so they rarely have the opportunity to go on missions. Their medical team has almost become a decoration, so they were transferred to the medical brigade a few days ago.

Because the third army fought fiercely with the Japanese army in Guojialing, and suffered heavy casualties, they have been running around continuously for the past two days, and Miyoko has not closed her eyes all day and night.

There was a lot of noise at the temporary treatment station, and another batch of wounded was brought in. Among the crowd carrying stretchers, Jiamei saw a familiar figure.

"Fengzi...why are you here?"

Seeing her friend, Miyoko was surprised and also a little strange.

"Let's come to help." Fengzi smiled sweetly, and she looked very cute with her round face, "Because the battle here is fierce, the captain wants to pick a few nurses to help, so I came here."

"You……"

Miyoko shook her head helplessly, and said angrily, "It's very dangerous here, isn't it good for you to leave behind the medical brigade?"

"I'm not afraid, everyone can come, why can't I!"

Fengzi wrinkled her cute little nose: "Don't forget, I'm very capable."

Miyoko looked at her friend who was pretending to be heroic, and knew in her heart that she was worried about her guessing and asking to come, and she couldn't help hugging her when she was moved, "Okay, since you're here, let's do it well."

"Don't worry, I will work hard. Don't forget that when I was in nursing school, my grades were only behind you." Feng Zi giggled.

"Nurse Miyoko, come quickly!" Dr. Miyamoto's shout sounded from the tent again.

Miyoko quickly responded loudly, and then ran over.

After seeing the nurse coming, Ichiro Miyamoto, who was covered in sweat, pointed to the flashlight next to him: "Take the flashlight to illuminate."

"Hi!" Miyoko hastily picked up the flashlight and shined it on the wounded soldier's back. Seeing the flesh and blood cut open by the large shrapnel, Miyoko couldn't help but feel his stomach churning.Dr. Miyamoto shook the shrapnel inserted into the wounded soldier's back, and the wounded soldier passed out after moaning a few times.

Seeing that the shrapnel was stuck in the flesh, Dr. Miyamoto grabbed a scalpel and cut open the flesh around the shrapnel, and moved it hard again.

Seeing this, Miyoko's hands trembled a little, and the flashlight also shook.

"Don't shake!" Doctor Miyamoto's tone became severe, and after dozens of seconds, he took out a piece of red and black shrapnel.

Then Dr. Miyamoto gave the wounded another shot of pethidine, and the wounded soldier who was in a coma and sweating from the pain fell into a drowsy sleep. At this time, Miyoko was already sweating coldly from fright.

After doing all this, Dr. Miyamoto waved his hand: "Carry it down!"

Soon the medical soldiers carried the wounded down, and they were sent to the medical brigade in Yangping Town, and then sent to the rear by a transport plane for further treatment.

"Doctor... Hurry up and save him!"

At this time, a sergeant rushed in with an officer on his back and put a wounded man on the operating table. Miyoko saw that the wounded man's shoulder was a captain.

Dr. Miyamoto hurried forward and looked down. There was a hole the size of a thumb on the wounded man's forehead. He turned over the wounded man's head and looked again. It turned out to be a hole the size of a fist. Brains flowed out of the hole .

Seeing this, Dr. Miyamoto said expressionlessly, "He's dead, take him away!"

"no!"

The sergeant yelled loudly, pulled out a shell gun from his waist, pointed it at Dr. Miyamoto's catalog and shouted fiercely: "I want him to live! If you don't save my company commander, you little devil, I will kill you!"

Facing the sergeant's threat, Dr. Miyamoto still shook his head regretfully, and said in blunt Chinese: "I'm just a doctor, not a god! If you think killing me will make you feel better, then please shoot me!" "

Looking at Dr. Miyamoto's calm eyes, the muscles on the sergeant's face kept shaking, and finally he rushed out of the tent with a roar.

It wasn't until the sergeant disappeared that Miyoko walked over tremblingly, "Doctor Miyamoto, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Dr. Miyamoto sighed softly.

From being a doctor in Japan to becoming a member of the Japanese National Defense Army after being captured, Ichiro Miyamoto's views have also changed a lot, especially his views on this war have undergone earth-shaking changes.

(End of this chapter)