"Xiucai Gong, what did you say?"

Sun Shijiang was illiterate, so he didn't know what was written on this piece of paper, but from the changing expression on the old scholar's face, he could tell that what was written on this piece of paper was very important.

The old scholar looked at the Eighth Route Army soldier lying on the ground with a complicated expression, and quickly squatted down to see where the fainted Eighth Route Army soldier was injured.

If the old scholar had previously resisted the arrival of the soldier in front of him, and sincerely resisted the soldier in front of him coming to their last hiding place, because this represented a risk.

Now, the old scholar was sincerely worried about the injury of this Eighth Route Army soldier.

The old scholar knelt down and carefully searched for the injuries on the Eighth Route Army soldier's body while answering Sun Shijiang's questions.

"This is a hero. Their battalion withdrew from the front line and only had 67 people left. They had run out of ammunition and food.

But in order to save the villagers who were about to be massacred by the Japanese, they still went up to fight with the Japanese and saved the villagers who were about to be massacred with 66 lives.

Only the one in front of me is alive.

They knew clearly that they had no bullets, but they rushed forward singing military songs and saved the people with their own lives.

It seems that the rumors are correct, the Eighth Route Army does have the people in mind.

They are heroes!"

Sun Shijiang breathed a sigh of relief. He was also worried that he would bring trouble to the villagers. After hearing what the old scholar said, he felt relieved.

However, knowing that there are no bullets in the gun, you still go up and fight with all your might, leaving only one person dead, just to save civilians?

hiss!

This is real?

If it was true, then I really did the right thing by carrying him back. If I hadn't carried him back, such a heroic figure would probably have died in a coma at the hands of the Japanese.

Sun Shijiang felt that he had done something right again.

"No, there are no wounds on this person's body, why is he unconscious?

Shijiang Sun, do you know how this man was injured?"

The old scholar turned the Eighth Route Army soldier over and checked up and down, left and right, but found no wound.

But there was no wound, so why was he unconscious?

The old scholar was puzzled. If he could not feel his heartbeat in his chest and his pulse, which showed that the man in front of him was a real living person, he would have thought he was dead.

"I don't know why, but our family of four hid in the lost ditch under the ridge behind the house. I thought that there were many villagers in the village who couldn't find it, so it should be safe.

Unexpectedly, the Eighth Route Army and the Japanese army met at Wubeiling and had a fight!

Our family was waiting in fear in Lost Valley for them to finish fighting and leave. Unexpectedly, two people fell from the top.

The bayonet on the soldier's pistol stabbed the Japanese heart, and he fell down the mountain into the lost ditch. He fell down a hillside of more than ten feet, and there was no way he was not injured!"

If he fell down a hillside more than ten feet high, would he be bleeding from his internal organs?

When the old scholar heard what Sun Shijiang said, he immediately made a guess. Then he quickly tried to gently press the Eighth Route Army soldier's abdomen with a nervous expression, and then touched the pulse gate. After feeling it for a while, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, none of the internal organs were injured due to falling from such a height!

But why is he unconscious?

Did he hit his head?"

The old scholar took off the Eighth Route Army soldier's hat and took a closer look. There was indeed a very big bulge in the short hair wearing the hat.

hiss!

“I did hit my head, and it was serious!

No wonder he was unconscious, but there is no medicine here, so I can only use silver needles to clear up the congestion on his head!

All that was left was to wait for him to wake up. He rolled down the hillside more than ten feet high and hit his head. He was lucky not to die!

Just do your best, old man!

Whether you can survive or not depends on God’s will!”

So, two days finally passed.

Every day Shijiang Sun went out to inquire about the news to see if the Japanese had been driven away.

Unfortunately, there are still Japanese soldiers in their village, although not many.

But regardless of how many there are, even one can pose a huge threat to all the villagers in their village, so they dare not go back.

Sun Shijiang went to inquire about the news and came back, and was surprised to find that the Eighth Route Army soldier he carried back had woken up.

A tall young man in Eighth Route Army uniform was sitting on a big rock, as if thinking about something.

"Master Xiu Cai, it seems that you are the one with the best medical skills from all over the country. You can even heal someone who is hit on the head even if a hillside of more than ten feet rolls down!"

Sun Shijiang smiled and said to the old scholar.

The old scholar shook his head, with a look of helplessness and powerlessness on his face: "His own recovery ability is amazing. The injuries on his head should also be on his skull.

Unexpectedly, such a serious injury could be recovered in just two days. This is something I never expected.

However, although the injuries have recovered, some have not recovered and may not be able to recover in the future.

He is already stupid now!

He must have hit something while rolling down a hillside more than ten feet high, knocking his head silly!

He doesn’t know anything now, and it’s not right. He knows his own name, but nothing else!”

What?

Sun Shijiang looked at the tall young man in Eighth Route Army uniform who had woken up and was sitting on the stone next to him in surprise.

Silly?

How is it possible? It doesn’t look like it!

"If you don't believe me, go and ask yourself. You'll know as soon as you ask!"

The old scholar's face was not good-looking, and there was nothing he could do about it, which caused his brain to become stupid.

"Have the Japanese in the village left?"

"Don't leave, there are still seven or eight of them, they seem to be planning to stay in the village!

Boss, do you remember?"

Sun Shijiang said this last sentence to the tall young man sitting on the stone. After all, he wanted to carry him back that day. He woke up in the ravine to let himself know that he was alive.

Otherwise, who cares about a corpse? He doesn't care about it anyway.

The tall young man in front of me understood what Sun Shijiang said, and then he shook his head and continued to be in a daze.

"Boss, what's your name? Are you from the Eighth Route Army?"

Sun Shijiang continued to ask.

The tall young man glanced at him: "Chen Shanhe!"

After he finished speaking, he stopped talking and looked confused. He looked really stupid.

"Stop asking. I've asked him countless times before you came back. Now he doesn't remember anything except his own name!"

The old scholar took the piece of paper, walked over, handed it to the tall young man, and asked him: "Can you understand the words on it?"

The tall young man looked at the words on the paper, then at the old scholar, and then nodded.

"Understand!"

The old scholar breathed a sigh of relief, then nodded and said to him: "This is yours. If you can understand it, just read it according to the words on it!"

Then you know who you are!"

The tall young man didn't say anything and just read out the words on the paper.

"That day, we retired from the front line to rest...

...Only 67 people rushed over, bayonets against bayonets...

...The military song is humming softly, and one will die generously...

... At the cost of 66 sacrifices, we annihilated 54 Japanese soldiers and saved the entire village.

I was the only one who survived in the whole camp. Before he died, the battalion commander held my hand tightly and said: "You are the only seed in our camp. You must take the camp flag back..."

... From that day on, from the day I was the only one left in our camp, our camp was called a death camp.

because,

We dare to die!"

This tall young man who called himself Chen Shanhe seemed to understand something.

Death camp?

It turns out that I am a soldier, and my unit is called a death camp?

It said that his mission was to bring the camp flag back to the regiment leader.
To be continued...