Liang Jian: I have a canteen

According to the regulations, the current main cadres of the independent group finally waited until four o'clock in the afternoon before taking out their walkie-talkies and starting to call Zhao Gang.

This time the blow to the independent regiment was really too great, and the main cadres were killed or injured.

The regiment leader Li Yunlong was seriously injured and unconscious, and the commander of the third battalion was also seriously injured and unconscious. Even the political commissar Zhao Gang, who did not participate in the major battle, was seriously injured. In addition, he was seriously injured and had not recovered, so his condition was not considered good. good.

So now Sun Desheng and Wei Monk are very interested in knowing the conditions of several people in the hospital.

Several people were arguing with each other before four o'clock, but at four o'clock, no one was willing to call Zhao Gang.

They were all afraid of what bad news would come after the communication was connected.

In the end, after a few people guessed, it was determined that Monk Wei would call.

Monk Wei picked up the intercom and pressed the call button, "The abbot is calling the master. The abbot is calling the master. Please answer when you receive it."

After a while, Zhao Gang's hoarse voice came from the intercom, "Master, it's over!"

It was a very standard response, but everyone could hear the fatigue and sadness in his voice.

"How are the members and the big-tailed wolf doing?" Monk Wei asked, but his voice was not loud.

"Still in treatment, big-tailed wolf." Zhao Gang's voice was a little choked, "Sacrificed!"

The commander of the third battalion, Wang Huaibao, died of serious injuries and died!

The news of this bad news still made everyone feel sad. A brother who ate in the pot was gone as soon as he said no.

The atmosphere was a bit desolate, and the evening breeze was a bit bleak.

No one said anything, they were all recalling Wang Huaibao's voice and smile.

After ten minutes of silence, a weak voice came from the intercom again, "The abbot is back, let's take over the position of the big-tailed wolf first."

This is Li Yunlong's voice. Compared with his usual strong energy, this voice sounds like a sick one.

However, being able to hear his voice can still alleviate the sadness of everyone.

"Commissioner, do you have any instructions?" Sun Desheng picked up the walkie-talkie and asked. He needed something to do in order to get out of the trough of sadness.

"Hide! Train and wait until I get back!"

"Yes!"

Li Yunlong's body is very weak, and even speaking requires a lot of effort.

Regarding the Independent Regiment, after giving instructions to hide himself and prepare for counterattack, he lay down.

The first phase of the Hundred Regiment War is coming to an end. The Eighth Route Army has achieved a phased victory, but the battle losses are not small.

The foundation is not strong in the first place, and such a large battle consumes a lot of money.

However, the team was finally trained.

It's just that the battle damage of the Independent Regiment was a bit unexpected to the boss. The most important thing was that the mountain cannon was lost, which put the plan of the Independent Regiment as a surprise force on hold.

Li Yunlong just got up to talk, and staying awake seemed to consume all his energy. After doing so, he fell into a deep sleep.

Zhao Gang put away the walkie-talkie and reached out to touch his forehead. Still piping hot!

The internal injuries have basically stabilized under the treatment of traditional Chinese medicine, but the wound infection caused by the shrapnel has not subsided, and now the high fever persists.

After covering Li Yunlong with a quilt, Zhao Gang found Li Yunlong's attending doctor.

This is a German doctor named Hank. He is an international friend and has excellent medical skills. He is currently the best surgeon in the headquarters hospital.

After asking about the condition, Dr. Hank just shook his head, "Sulfonamides are not effective against Mr. Li's infection. Now we can only place our hope on China's magical herbs, but this will have to wait until Dr. Hua and others come back from collecting herbs from the mountains. In the meantime, You have to arrange for someone to physically cool Mr. Li down, otherwise if he burns for a long time, his brain will be easily burned out!"

"Okay!" Zhao Gang agreed, "But how do you lower the temperature through physical cooling?"

"Physical fever reduction is usually done by wiping with warm water or 30% alcohol. Most of the specific parts to be wiped are those with relatively rich blood vessels." Hank said using his own body to demonstrate, "Both sides of the head and neck, limbs, armpits, groin, etc. , taking away heat through the evaporation of warm water or alcohol, causing the body temperature to drop."

After the demonstration, he took out a thermometer and said, "Measure the temperature again in 30 minutes. If it still doesn't work, you can contact the arsenal and ask them for some saltpeter and make some ice! In short, we can't let him keep burning like this!"

After receiving the doctor's advice, Zhao Gang typed a report and applied for some alcohol before returning to Li Yunlong's bedside to physically cool him down.

Half an hour later, Li Yunlong's body temperature dropped and returned to about 37.5 degrees.

Perhaps because of the coolness, or perhaps because of the smell of alcohol, Li Yunlong opened his eyes, inhaled hard through his nose, and said, "Commissar Zhao, do you dare to hide the wine? Take it out quickly and let me, Old Li, take a sip. "

"What wine! This is alcohol, used to cool you down physically!" Zhao Gang said, picking up the half-remaining alcohol on the side and letting Li Yunlong take a look.

"Can this be drunk as wine? I'm so excited now, let me drink something to refresh myself!" Li Yunlong looked at the alcohol in Zhao Gang's hand eagerly.

"This is for you to reduce your fever. If you are not afraid of being burned into a fool, I will give it to you." Zhao Gang said, opening the bottle cap and bringing the mouth of the bottle to Li Yunlong's mouth.

Li Yunlong shook his head and tried to sit up.

But there was no strength at all.

Zhao Gang put down the bottle, drank it, and asked, "I think you are feeling better. Can you eat?"

Li Yunlong clicked his lips and said, "Yes, can you not eat the patient's meal? I heard that the patient's meal at the headquarters hospital also includes eggs!"

Watching Li Yunlong eat a bowl of noodles with eggs, Zhao Gang finally felt a little relieved.

Looking at Zhao Gang's haggard face, Li Yunlong said solemnly, "Comrade Zhao Gang, thank you."

Perhaps because of his true feelings, Li Yunlong's words made Zhao Gang's hands tremble, "Of course, they are all comrades! Why are you talking about this?"

After saying that, Zhao Gang packed up the dishes and went to the cooking class.

At night, Li Yunlong had a high fever again.

This time the fever reached 40 degrees, and physical cooling had little effect. What worried Zhao Gang the most was that Li Yunlong had begun to talk nonsense.

Seeing Li Yunlong in such a state, Zhao Gang couldn't help but think of Wang Huaibao who had just died.

Dr. Hank came over again, took the prepared herbal medicine and fed it to Li Yunlong himself, and then said, "Now I just hope that this herbal medicine will be effective, but Dr. Hua said that there was one herbal medicine that he couldn't find, so he used another one instead. Although I don’t understand Chinese medicine,..."

Doctor Hank shook his head and left. He still had other injured people to treat, and he could only do so much for Li Yunlong.

When Dr. Hank left, he happened to meet the brigade commander who came to visit the patient. After asking Dr. Hank about his condition, he came to Li Yunlong's bed with a frown, touched his forehead, and then his frown deepened. (End of chapter)