My Bright Sword Logistics Career

Chapter 4 Dignity!

"you're awake."

Zhao Chenghu woke up faintly, opened his eyes, and found that his vision was blurred, his whole body was extremely heavy, and his head was dizzy. In a daze, he heard Wang Chengzhu's voice.

"Pillar···"

Blinking his eyes with some difficulty, his field of vision gradually became clear, but he still couldn't see his surroundings clearly, and the feeling of heaviness all over his body didn't ease at all.

Although Huzi didn't hurt his head, he was in a coma for a long time, had three operations in a row, and the anesthesia hadn't subsided at this time, which made his thinking dull. After a while, he asked intermittently:

"Where is this...?"

"Hospital."

Wang Chengzhu replied.

"Hospital, headquarters hospital?"

Huzi spoke slowly:

"Captain, are they all right?"

Huzi, Zhao Chenghu is Li Yunlong's bodyguard. He has been there since Li Yunlong took over the new regiment, and he often followed Li Yunlong to kill.

"They are safe and have retreated to Xingjia Village."

Pillar replied.

"That's good."

Huzi closed his eyes again. Feeling the hunger in his stomach and the dryness of his lips, he asked:

"Is there any water? Is there any food?"

"Have."

Wang Chengzhu put down the book in his hand, glanced at the oversized rice with shredded pork with green pepper and egg that he had finished eating next to him, picked up a water glass, dipped a cotton swab in some water, and applied it on the tiger's lips:

"It's only been two hours since your anesthesia ended, you can't eat or drink now, wait a while."

"Oh··"

After moistening his dry lips a little, Huzi felt better and soon fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, it was already six hours later.

At this time, it had been more than eight hours since the end of the operation, and it was in the afternoon. After waking up this time, Huzi obviously felt much better, his vision was clear, his mind was not confused, and most of the heaviness in his body disappeared.

"You kid is still alive!"

Seeing Wang Chengzhu at the side, Hu Zi was stunned and his eyes widened.

After killing the Bantian headquarters, Wang Chengzhu jumped up happily, and was shot twice in the body. He was already... as the head of the regiment's bodyguard.

"Hahaha···"

Wang Chengzhu laughed, put down the pencil and "Artillery and Artillery" in his hand, lifted the heat preservation box next to the table, and replied with a smile:

"The little devil has not been killed, how can labor and capital die?"

"Come on, have something to eat."

As he said that, Wang Chengzhu had already opened the insulated lunch box sent by the doctor not long ago, and fed the steaming meat porridge to the tiger.

"Meat porridge!"

Already very hungry, Huzi almost swallowed his tongue after taking a mouthful of chef-level meat porridge. After eating half a bowl of lean meat porridge, he finally noticed the environment:

"Where is this?"

He has been to the headquarters, and he has also been to the headquarters hospital. The hospital in his own headquarters is absolutely impossible to be so luxurious.

The luxury of supplies in this room at the moment, it is estimated that only devils can be so rich.

"here is···"

Wang Chengzhu continued to feed the thin porridge to the tiger, explaining the reason.

"···"

"We are now located on the side of a barren mountain, and the terrain is also in the southeast of Shanxi."

"There is no one around. The hospital is camouflaged, so it is very safe, and the structure of this hospital can be transferred quickly."

It took a full 10 minutes for Wang Chengzhu to explain the details of the matter clearly. At this time, all the bowl of lean meat porridge had entered Huzi's stomach.

"Boss Mo..."

Huzi said to himself, and then said with emotion:
"It's all thanks to Boss Mo that we can get back this life."

"really."

Wang Chengzhu nodded in agreement.

At this time, all the wounded in this hospital are people who have entered the Palace of the King of Hades with half their bodies. It is all thanks to Mo Fan that they can survive.

"Return to the team and fight the devils."

Wang Chengzhu looked at Huzi and said:

"That's the biggest thank you we can do."

"It's natural."

Huzi narrowed his eyes and killed Tenteng:
"Humph."

"I didn't expect Laozi to survive this life, and there is still a credit for that little devil. Laozi must thank him well and send more devils to accompany him."

"Ha ha··"

Wang Chengzhu laughed, waved the "Artillery and Artillery" in his hand, and said:

"By the way, anyway, you still have more than two months before you can be discharged from the hospital. Come and learn artillery!"

"There is an artillery instructor here, who is very powerful, and he is willing to teach us, and he teaches very carefully. Many wounded in our regiment are listening to his lectures."

Wang Chengzhu's tone was filled with respect from the heart.

Obviously, the artillery instructors produced by the system have already impressed Wang Chengzhu with professional artillery knowledge and serious teaching attitude.

"artillery?"

"I?"

Huzi was taken aback.

He was the head of the guard before, and he didn't know anything about artillery.

"Correct."

Wang Chengzhu nodded:

"I found out that if you want to play artillery well, you can't just rely on feeling. You need to master a lot of professional knowledge, and you can't play it alone. You need to cooperate with each other."

"Our group, your cultural knowledge is one of the best, you must do it."

"At that time, we will cooperate with each other on the battlefield and bombard the devils fiercely."

As Li Yunlong's guard, Zhao Chenghu is very serious about learning cultural knowledge, and his knowledge level is among the best in the regiment. He can draw military maps and write documents.

Seeing that Huzi was still hesitating, Wang Chengzhu continued to persuade:

"The opportunity is rare. After passing this village, there will be no such shop. The instructors here are the top in the world."

"Then I'll give it a try."

Hu Zi was a little unconfident.

But he thought that it would take two and a half months before he could be discharged from the hospital. The regiment leader would definitely have to find another guard, and as Zhu Zi said, the opportunity was rare, and his own army was very short of artillery talents.

There is always nothing wrong with learning something.

And, he also has a great yearning for becoming an artilleryman.

Just at this time,
"Pillar!"

"Tiger!"

"Haha, you are still alive! You are really still alive."

Sun Desheng rushed in, looked at Huzi and Zhuzi, and was about to give Huzi a bear hug, but when he saw the bandage on Huzi's chest, he stopped abruptly, the joy on his face was like a flower.

I laughed very happily.

"Sun Desheng!"

Huzi and Zhuzi also greeted each other with joy beyond words.

Outside the temporary wooden house, Mo Fan did not go in, but waited outside, so that the new group of old comrades who were almost separated by yin and yang could meet.

······
10 minute later.

"Boss Mo, thank you!"

Outside, Sun Desheng faced Mo Fan, straightened his back, and saluted a standard military salute:

"In the future, if there is anything I can help, just say, as long as I, Sun Desheng, can do it, I will definitely help."

"It is my pleasure!"

Mo Fan nodded and responded with a smile.

"I will report to the head of the group truthfully when I go back."

Sun Desheng said.

Sun Desheng didn't know about the business yet, but Li Yunlong told him to see if there was a new group of wounded and report what he saw.

"Stay and have a meal before leaving."

Mo Fan looked at the listless military horses:

"I let people prepare some fodder and let the horses rest."

There are not many kinds of supplies in the system mall now, medicines and food are not open for exchange, and the 'field hospital' only accepts the wounded and provides supplies for the wounded.

But to provide a good meal for the liaison officer sent by the 'client', and to prepare a good fodder for the liaison officer's horse, these two applications were passed.

unfortunately,

He also applied for three bottles of wine, but the system ignored him.

"...Thank you."

Sun Desheng actually wanted to refuse, but when he thought of Wang Chengzhu's dinner with those wounded, he really refused.

"Before I go, I have something else to give you."

After preparing a good meal for Sun Desheng and preparing soybeans, corn and other feed for the army horses, Mo Fan also said something to Sun Desheng.

"what?"

Sun Desheng asked suspiciously.

Mo Fan didn't answer.

·····
Ten minutes later, after eating and drinking, Sun Desheng led the army horse, which was also full of food and drink, and fell silent while looking at the things Mo Fan brought over.

before his eyes,

There are twelve exquisite iron bottles, and twelve photos inlaid with wooden frames.

"We failed to rescue these twelve soldiers of your regiment."

Mo Fan sighed.

The system is not omnipotent.Of the 95 wounded, only [-] were rescued.

Sun Desheng didn't speak, but silently looked at the twelve photos——to be precise, the twelve posthumous photos.

He slowly approached the photos.

They are all black and white photos, but they are very clear.

The soldiers in the photos are all dressed in neat uniforms of the Eighth Route Army, with neat hats, clean faces and peaceful expressions. They seem to be smiling faintly, as if they are asleep and dreaming a sweet dream.

Can't see the slightest difference.

When the new regiment was formed, Sun Desheng was in the army. He couldn't say he knew all the soldiers of the new regiment, but he knew most of them. Among the twelve posthumous photos in front of him, he knew seven of them.

Two of them are still very familiar to him, they are soldiers in his company.

Sun Desheng still clearly remembers that during the battle in Cangyunling, when one of them was battling the devil's bayonet, he failed to pick the devil's bayonet away and was pierced through his chin by the bayonet, but he also stabbed his own bayonet into the devil's chest .

Later, the soldier was slashed head-on by a devil sergeant with a samurai sword. His whole face was bloody, and his ears and half of his face fell off.

That devil Sergeant Cao was rushed up and hacked to death by him.

At this time,
The soldier was lying quietly in the photo, with a complete chin, a clean face, and intact ears under his military cap.

Only after getting close, Sun Desheng could see the subtle, almost imperceptible stitching marks on the soldier's face and ears.

The other fighters are similar,

In the bayonet battle, among those who fell, how many can be complete?
After being silent for a long time, Sun Desheng suddenly turned around and saluted Mo Fan again with a standard military salute.

"Thank you."

Sun Desheng exhaled loudly:
"Please allow me to express my thanks on behalf of the twelve soldiers from the Xinyi Regiment of the [-]th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army, their families, and their comrades in arms."

At this moment, in his resolute eyes, hot tears rolled down.

Startled, Mo Fan subconsciously returned a military salute.

　Don't expect too much,

　　This book is slower than the previous one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)