The red light gradually spread outward from the ward.
The medical staff, who were ready to sacrifice themselves, stood guard at the door and watched helplessly as the enemy threw a shell over.
The shell drew an arc in the air, and if nothing unexpected happened, it would fall near them, explode, and everything would be reduced to ashes.
But something magical happened.
The shell suddenly stopped in mid-air, and after a moment, it disappeared.
There was no explosion, no death, as if something had swallowed the bomb and disappeared right before their eyes.
Lin Wanjun was overjoyed when she saw this.
"Zhan Jin, Grandfather told you to retreat and wait for rescue."
Looking at Song Zhanjin who was still resisting bravely, Lin Wanjun shouted loudly.
When Song Zhanjin heard what his wife said, he looked back and saw a bright red light spreading outward, like the Buddha's light that saves all living beings.
The enemy's bullets and bombs could not penetrate the red light at all.
Realizing something, Song Zhanjin ordered a retreat.
"Everyone, evacuate to the hospital as quickly as possible."
Someone shouted, "Captain, we can't retreat! Help will take at least an hour to arrive. Let's risk our lives and fight them. Maybe there's still a chance of survival."
Once they retreat, they will lose their last line of defense, and the enemy will be like a turtle in a jar, easily wiping them out.
They are not afraid of death, but what about the injured brothers and medical staff?
Song Zhanjin's tone was exceptionally firm.
"If I tell you to retreat, then retreat. On the battlefield, you only have to obey orders!"
He kicked the stubborn soldier on the buttocks and cursed, "Why are you still glaring? I'll cover you, you retreat immediately!"
A soldier's duty is to obey orders.
No matter how unwilling they were, Song Zhanjin had issued an order and everyone had no choice but to carry it out.
Although most people were injured, fortunately no one died.
The lightly wounded supported the seriously wounded and quickly retreated to the hospital under the fire cover of Song Zhanjin and others.
As our personnel retreated, the enemy seized the opportunity and attacked more fiercely.
"Song Zhanjin, come back immediately!"
Looking at the enemy who was only a few meters away from Song Zhanjin, Lin Wanjun shouted loudly.
But with the enemy's fierce artillery suppression, Song Zhanjin had no way to retreat and could only hide behind sandbags without even a chance to shoot.
"Grandpa, Zhan Jin can't come back. We must extend the edge of space a little further."
Lin Wanjun said in a deep voice, "But doing so might very well let some of the enemies in as well, so..."
"I'll take care of the enemies, you can just do whatever you want."
Song Xiu took out a rifle from somewhere. It was so old that it was obviously not a product of this era.
But the gun body was polished to a shine, and it was obvious that it had been carefully maintained without any slack.
Lin Wanjun nodded.
Soon, a red halo enveloped Song Zhanjin, and along with it, several enemies rushed over.
Song Xiu picked up the old rifle and killed one enemy with one bullet. The light in his eyes was a determination and passion that Lin Wanjun had never seen before.
The soldiers who were trapped with Song Zhanjin thought they were doomed to die, but for some reason, several enemy soldiers who were close to them died inexplicably.
The originally massive enemy army also disappeared in an instant...
Only Song Zhanjin can see the whole picture.
He saw his great-grandfather who shot to save them, saw the red light that enveloped them, and saw the scene of the enemy troops outside running madly like headless flies.
How could the enemy not go crazy?
They were confident of victory just a moment ago, thinking that they would definitely win this battle and wash away the humiliation of their defeat on the battlefield.
But the next moment, it was like a ghost, and everyone disappeared...
In the hospital, which was as quiet as a grave, there were only the bodies of their own people lying on the ground, as if mocking their incompetence.
The pregnant female agent they had sent with great effort was lying straight in the ward, and it was not even a bullet that killed her, but a small scalpel.
What about the people? What about the old, weak, sick and disabled who have no power to resist?
Were they so incompetent that they couldn't even kill the dying?
In the light of space, other people cannot see what is happening outside.
"Why did they suddenly disappear? Is this a ghost?"
"It must be our ancestors who appeared and took those bastards away."
…
The medical staff had no time to study why the enemy disappeared.
With so many wounded people needing treatment, the doctors' duties made them dare not relax or retreat at all. Everyone has gone all out to save people.
"What are you grinning at? Sit down, I'll take care of the wound on your face."
Lin Wanjun also walked up to Song Zhanjin, looked at Song Zhanjin with a silly smile on his face, and scolded him softly.
Song Zhanjin couldn't contain his excitement. He didn't care that his wound was bleeding and hugged Lin Wanjun tightly.
"Junjun, you're amazing."
He saw with his own eyes Lin Wanjun controlling the spatial aperture to spread forward until it enveloped him.
At that moment, he felt the happiness and joy of being protected.
Song Xiu, who was standing by, coughed a few times and reminded him, "Hey, hey, hey, even though I haven't made any contributions, I've worked hard. You can't forget your ancestors just because you have a wife!"
"Why are you causing trouble, old man? My wife and I are just trying to bond!"
Song Zhanjin looked at Song Xiu standing next to him and complained with a smile.
The soldier standing behind Song Zhanjin was frightened.
In his eyes, his company commander seemed to be stupid, talking to an empty place, saying things like "you old man", "what are you doing?", and so on and so forth...
What happened to the company commander?
Song Xiu walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looked at the group of headless flies running around outside, and smiled coldly.
"This is our land. How can we allow you, the scoundrels, to act so recklessly?"
At this time, the command post on the mountain was already in a state of first-level alert, and more than a dozen trucks were heading straight down the mountain.
Just over ten minutes ago, the truck that was supposed to arrive at the field hospital suddenly returned.
Zhao Yajun jumped out of the car without waiting for it to stop, stumbled into the command post, and interrupted the military meeting that Song Mingcheng was holding.
"Something happened! Something happened at the field hospital!"
Zhao Yajun was choking with sobs, but still described what happened in the clearest tone.
"Where's Song Zhanjin?"
Song Mingcheng remained calm in the face of danger and asked in a deep voice.
"Captain Song asked us to come back with the wounded, and he took people to provide support."
Hearing this, Song Mingcheng closed his eyes slightly, feeling half relieved and half painful.
I'm relieved that his son is not a coward, but I'm also heartbroken that his son went to the tiger den despite knowing there was a tiger there...
"Kobayashi is there too!"
Zhao Yajun rasped, "Xiao Lin didn't come back with us. She, she went to the field hospital with Captain Song!"
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