Chapter 339: Securing the Nation 3
Lu Jiang did not have time to tell Zhao Anbang about the latest situation in his hometown because he discovered an enemy attack.
The enemy attacked the sentry post below, aiming for the one above.
Even though they were injured, they still threw themselves into the intense battle, defending the upper part and supporting the lower part.
"Anbang, the upper part is now in your hands. Defense is the main thing, and attack is secondary. You command them! I'll go deal with the few little bastards down there and bring people back to support you. We'll surprise them from behind!"
Lu Jiang carried a gun, lay behind an earthen embankment, and fired several shots at a small group of enemies who came to attack him.
Gunshots rang out, and blood and flesh flew everywhere in the afterglow of the setting sun.
A few gunshots were heard and several people fell.
After the bursts of gunfire, all the enemy soldiers were shot and lay on the ground motionless.
Lu Jiang did not take it lightly. Instead, he grabbed the new recruit who stood up excitedly when he saw the enemy fell down and wanted to see the person who was shot, and shouted, "Lie down!"
The recruit was startled and suddenly lay down. Two bullets passed over his head one after the other, and he was immediately frightened and broke into a cold sweat.
Lu Jiang fired several shots in succession, turning the enemy who pretended to be dead and then fired again into a sieve. He also shot all the other fallen enemies in the head. "When fighting on the front line, remember not to be negligent in the slightest to prevent the enemy from faking death, because your negligence will cost you your own life! The life of every soldier in our country is very precious."
The 17 or 18-year-old recruit nodded with red eyes, "Yes, thank you, Captain!"
Lu Jiang then ordered a few people to search forward, let the man die if he was not dead, and then seize the spoils.
The opponent's clothes, weapons, and personal belongings were all gone.
Our side is short of supplies and will have to rely on spoils of war to sustain the next battle.
Then, Lu Jiang left some people to guard the sentry post below, and he led the others back to the top. As expected, the battle was very fierce. Fortunately, arrangements had been made in advance, so there was no panic. So he led his men to attack the enemy from the rear.
As night fell, we were out-equipped and the fight became more difficult.
After the ammunition ran out, bayonets were used, and everyone had to rely on close combat under the cover of darkness.
After a night of fighting, at the cost of twenty-four lives, one hundred and fifty-three enemies were killed and seventy were seriously injured!
Looking at the surviving wounded, a total of 48 people, being carried down the blockade and rushed to the field hospital, some had broken arms, some had broken legs, some were blinded, and some were disfigured. Lu Jiang took a breath and wiped his face fiercely. His hands were full of blood. He couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's blood or his own blood.
Zhao Anbang was stabbed in the leg, fortunately the bone was not broken, but blood kept flowing out.
Lu Jiang took out the Yunnan Baiyao medicine that Feng Qingxue had prepared for him from his pocket. One was a traditional bottled Chinese medicine pill, and the other was a capsule. He carried them with him every time he went to the battlefield. He took the capsules when he was injured, and the pills were used to save people. Now there are only a few left.
Feng Qingxue had reminded him in advance that there were no Yunnan Baiyao capsules on the market.
Lu Jiang tore a strip of cloth to tie up Zhao Anbang's leg artery, then poured out the pills and stuffed them into his mouth.
"If you trust me, I'll take it!" Yunnan Baiyao has a very powerful hemostatic function.
Zhao Anbang swallowed it without asking any questions.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Lu Jiang waved his hand and asked people to carry Zhao Anbang away, and distributed the remaining pills to the soldiers who were seriously injured after being shot.
There has always been a shortage of medical care and medicine on the battlefield.
Many soldiers were injured and lost their lives due to lack of medicines.
He did not die on the front line, but died from lack of supplies.
. . I feel like crying from searching for information, and typing is a bit slow. There is still one more update to go, oh!
(End of this chapter)