The hospital was the last place Chen Li wanted to go in this tunnel.
Each of the three operating theaters was equipped with shadowless lamps. Chen Li had already prepared a lot of medicine and surgical tools that could be used.
There was a separate consultation room for three doctors, ten wards filled with camp beds, medical uniforms that were enough for hundreds of people, and even the disinfectant for air disinfection.
For this hospital, they even used field generators to build an independent power supply system to ensure electricity consumption.
In the tunnels, there were also independent passages that led to the vicinity of each camp. They were guarded by special personnel and were not connected to the living quarters.
All the preparations were made to wait for the moment when the battle began. They could save more lives and preserve more strength for the war.
But when it came in handy, Chen Li did not dare to face it.
It was inevitable that there would be casualties on the battlefield. No matter how good the equipment and fortifications were, accidents could happen at any time.
By the time Chen Li arrived at the hospital, several batches of wounded soldiers from the Third Battalion had already been sent down. The red lights of the three operating theaters were lit, indicating that the surgery was in progress.
There were still many wounded soldiers lying outside the operating room. Some were still crying, while others were already on the verge of death.
A few nurses were busy. Some were performing bleeding control, debridement, or simple bandaging for the injured, while others were performing manual CPR.
The door of the doctor's office was open, and the lights were on. There were a few wounded soldiers whose wounds had been treated sitting inside. The atmosphere was very heavy.
There were a few large bowls of meat porridge on the doctor's desk. It looked cold. One or two bowls seemed to have been eaten by someone, but most of them were untouched.
In the aisle, there were a few camp beds that had been covered with white cloth. Chen Li slowly walked over, his footsteps very light, without saying a word.
The feeling of being in the hospital made Chen Li feel very depressed. Basically, none of the injured people he had seen could walk out on their own. He did not know how many of these people could walk out unscathed.
This was how war was. It was expected, but when it was really happening, Chen Li knew what it felt like to face such a situation as a commander.
In the past, when the troops went out to fight in rotation, they had also suffered losses. Chen Li also realized that losing a life was a big deal.
However, he was able to face it calmly and deal with the aftermath properly.
But now, after seeing the wounded soldiers and dead soldiers of the 3rd Battalion, Chen Li's heart was heavy.
These were all wounded soldiers who had been sent down from the battlefield alive. There were still some who had not been sent in time, and there were even many who had died in battle.
At the dinner of the 3rd Battalion, they were still talking and laughing, and even toasted him. But now, they were gone just like that.
This was only Wanping, a battalion-level battle. This was only the first day of the battle, and this was a force that had city defenses and relied on fortifications.
Chen Li, who was familiar with history, knew very well that even larger battles would take place in Pingjin, then Songhu and Nandu.
How much could his arrival change? Everything was unknown.
"Tell Qing Yue to send more people to the hospital. There are too many injured people.”Chen Li found a soldier with a familiar face and instructed.
" She has already organized a women's self-rescue team to go to the hospital," the soldier replied.
"Oh!" Chen Li responded, then lit a cigarette. He took a few puffs to recover his emotions before walking to the telegram room.
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"Why can't we go out?"
"We also want to go to the hospital to help. We can do something else. We can't be locked up here forever, right?”
"This is the regiment commander's order. I'm only following orders.”A male voice sounded, sounding a little aggrieved.
Before Chen Li entered the telegram room, he heard the voices of the two " familiar " telegram operators. He smiled bitterly and walked in.
"Hello, regiment commander!" When the soldiers who were originally sitting inside saw Chen Li, they immediately stood up and saluted.
Chen Li returned the greeting. Then, he looked at the two telegraphers with a smile and asked,
"Do you two really want to go out?"
The two girls nodded with anticipation. One of them said,"The Japanese are attacking. Everyone is busy, so we want to do our best.”
Chen Li thought for a moment and said,""We can't go to dangerous places. Moreover, we have to ensure that there are people on duty 24 hours a day. Can you do that?”
"Yes!"
"Of course!"
When the two girls heard that they could move freely, they were so happy that they nodded their heads vigorously, and their two braids swayed.
"However, the two of you, help me do something first.”Chen Li said.
"What is it?"
"Send a telegram, power it up!" As Chen Li spoke, he originally wanted to reach out and take out the piece of paper from his pocket. After thinking for a moment, he retracted his hand."I'll say it. You guys take note and send it out.”
" But we don't have a telegram. I'm afraid the station's telegram has been destroyed," the lively girl said hesitantly.
"You don't have to worry about that. We have a telegram, and it's the most advanced one.”Chen Li said confidently.
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"Report,"
" What is it this time?" Song Zheyuan was fuming.
She finally used the excuse of recuperating to go home for a few days of leisure, but the Japanese refused to stop.
After the July 7 Incident, Old Jiang had also called several times to ask him to return to the army and fight actively.
Song Zheyuan naturally agreed, but he was thinking of ways to delay time. At the same time, he also instructed Deputy Commander Qin in the capital to think of a way to resume peace talks with the devils.
In his opinion, if the concession was not big, he would basically give in if he could.
In any case, it would be ideal if they could avoid fighting.
However, the secret peace talks were finally arranged, but the person who was the target of the peace talks, Matsui Okuro, was killed by someone, and his head was chopped off.
Who was Matsui? He was the head of the special forces in the capital. In short, he was a high-ranking official with great influence.
The person whom he had invited to negotiate had been killed. Regardless of whether it was him or not, Song Zheyuan was going to take the blame.
After this incident, it was almost impossible to negotiate with the Japanese.
Song Zheyuan had no choice but to order the entire army to quietly prepare for battle.
The news of Matsui Okuro's death was also delayed as much as possible. After all, it was discovered by the people he sent to negotiate.
The most infuriating thing was that they could only send people to secretly clean up the damn assassination scene.
He also had someone pretend that Matsui Okuro had not arrived yet and called to inquire about it, and then searched the whole city for a fake image.
At this moment, Song Zheyuan already hated that group of people who came out of nowhere. This time, he was practically pushing himself to the edge of the cliff.
He was going crazy.
"Wanping Electric."
"What is it? Wanping sent out electricity?" Song Zheyuan asked curiously.
Ever since the Japanese had bombarded Wanping, they had been unable to contact the people in Wanping City.
The Japanese had already surrounded Wanping, and even the reconnaissance troops they sent had returned in defeat.
They only knew that the artillery had been firing all night and the Lugou Bridge had been blown up. During the day, the Japanese had organized many attacks.
And now, Wanping was the one who sent the message, which naturally surprised him.
Everyone knew that once Wanping was lost, the 29th Division would be surrounded by the Japanese and would have nowhere to run.
Having cut off any hope of peace talks, Song Zheyuan naturally didn't want to see Wanping suffer any mishaps.
" The Wei Nation's imperialists are still determined to destroy China. On the morning of July 8th, the Japanese army bombarded our Wanping County. Walls and houses collapsed everywhere. The corpses of the people were strewn all over the place.
Upon seeing this, Song Zheyuan's heart skipped a beat. They had indeed been firing cannons for the entire night, but the Wanping garrison didn't even have a decent cannon.
"Our brave Wanping Security Regiment and our friendly 219th Regiment's 3rd Battalion rose up and fought fiercely for a whole day. Due to the wise generals, brave soldiers, and the people's fearlessness, even though our troops suffered heavy casualties, we still haven't lost a single piece of land.”
Other than the messy words of praise, there was one thing that made Song Zheyuan very curious. Why was the Wanping Security Regiment ranked before the 3rd Battalion of Regiment 219?
This was illogical.
Could it be that the landlord's prodigal had spent money to bribe the person who sent the message?
This was the only way to make it work. After all, that prodigal had not shown any outstanding performance other than knowing an American arms dealer and being able to get some weapons.
He was also very afraid of trouble. When he saw that something was going to happen, he sent his father and the arms dealer out of Pingjin.
He probably gave some firearms to the Wanping garrison and bribed the person who sent the message.
As he read further, Song Zheyuan was even more certain of his thoughts. The 3rd Battalion of the 219th Regiment didn't have a telegram, and even if they did, no one would write such a message.
The entire message looked more like a short story or prose.
In short, they praised the Wanping Security Regiment and the 219th Regiment for their bravery and fearlessness. They were the flag of the war.
" In ancient times, the Emperor of Ming guarded the gates of the country. He didn't cede territory, pay reparations, or make peace. Now, there are Wanping garrison troops. They won't surrender, retreat, or negotiate. They swear to fight until the last person lives and dies with Wanping."
"Once the war starts, everyone will have the responsibility to defend their territory and fight against the Japanese, regardless of their age and north or south."
After all kinds of bold words, the topic suddenly changed.
"Wanping is the throat of Jingjin. Now that the Lugou Bridge has been blown up by the enemy, Wanping is an isolated city. Outside the city, the enemy has surrounded it layer by layer. Inside the city, there are few resources that can be used. Although the morale of the city is high, if we remain isolated for a long time, it will only be a matter of time before the city falls.”
No matter how tragic the first few sentences were, they were not as useful as the last few sentences. It was a little shameless to pretend to be a hero first and then ask for reinforcements.
However, Song Zheyuan felt that this was definitely the work of the landlord's prodigal son.
It was very likely that he was trapped in the city because he did not know that the battle would break out so quickly.
He had no choice but to think of a way to send a message to the telegram office for help.
Of course, there was no other way.
Just like what people said in the future, the map of the Chinese army was far less detailed and accurate than the map of the Japanese army.
As for the Huaxia troops 'telegram codes, other than most of the Huaxia troops, all the Japanese had them.
Although these words sounded a little cynical, they undoubtedly indirectly explained the current situation.
In Wanping, such an important military aircraft was not even equipped with a military radio. It was unknown whether it was because the higher-ups did not have foresight or something else.
In short, after Song Zheyuan finished reading the lengthy telegram, his expression was very bad.
His mood was even worse.
Sending reinforcements to Wanping was to expand the war. After the Northwest Army was defeated in the Central Plains, they did not have a good life. It was not easy for them to get an opportunity to run from Chahar to Pingjin and become the local emperor for a few years.
If they didn't send reinforcements, then the old general would definitely attack Baoding. If the central army was sent over, then it would be up to him to decide whether or not Beijing and Tianjin would be under his control.
Song Zheyuan finally made a decision. He would return to Beijing and Tianjin tomorrow and act according to the situation.
In his previous life, Song returned to Jin City a few days after the Lugouqiao Incident, but he was once again tricked by the Japanese into using negotiations to stall for time.
Due to many reasons, the 29th Division was cursed because of the rapid change of hands in Beijing and Tianjin.
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