The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 237: What the hell, do you think you are a Japanese ninja?

Zhou Weiguo forced a grin and said, "Captain Lei, do you know me?" He paused, a trace of reminiscence crossing his face, and then continued, "This abdominal wound isn't serious, just a little scrape, nothing serious. After the Battle of Nanjing, we led our team to fight guerrilla warfare in this area. Later, we were brutally encircled and suppressed by the Japanese, and our team was wiped out. It was Xu Hu who risked his life to escort me out... Luckily, I ran into Captain Xu and the others, and we came here together."

Lei Tao frowned, his eyes filled with concern and respect. "Your bravery on the battlefield has long been known in our circle. How could I not recognize you? It's great to be able to meet you this time. But your injury cannot be taken lightly."

Xu Hu, standing nearby, his eyes slightly red, said in a choked voice, "Captain Lei, our regimental commander was hit by a stray Japanese bullet while trying to cover our retreat. If it weren't for him, we would all have died there." At this point, Xu Hu took a deep breath and calmed himself. "The regimental commander charged forward, leaving us hope of survival. Even with his injuries, he fought the Japanese for a long time, only collapsing from sheer exhaustion."

Lei Tao turned to look at Fan Xiaoyu and shouted, "Fan Xiaoyu, come here and help Zhou Weiguo treat his wounds...

Upon hearing the sound, Fan Xiaoyu immediately dropped what she was doing and ran over. She squatted down and gently untied the bandage on Zhou Weiguo's abdomen. Seeing the shocking wound, she couldn't help but gasp. "This wound is serious. It's infected. It must be treated immediately."

Without saying anything, Lei Tao took out a set of exquisite surgical instruments and a first aid kit from his backpack (the Bagua Gyro Space) and said, "There are alcohol, special anti-inflammatory injections, anesthetic injections, and special traumatic muscle-growing powder in here. See if you need anything else."

Fan Xiaoyu was pleasantly surprised. He quickly took the items and examined them carefully before saying, "This is incredible! These are exactly what we need. This special-effect trauma-regenerating powder can greatly accelerate wound healing."

She quickly took out alcohol and tweezers, first wiped the tweezers carefully with alcohol to disinfect them, and then began to clean the pus and blood around Zhou Weiguo's wound.

The alcohol touched the wound, and Zhou Weiguo shuddered in pain, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself not to make a sound. Xu Hu held his hand with concern: "Weiguo, if it hurts, just scream, don't force it."

Zhou Weiguo endured the immense pain and said, "It's okay, Doctor Fan, you can do whatever you want to my wound. I can endure it..."

At this time, Lei Tao couldn't bear it anymore and said, "What the hell are you trying to endure? Do you think you are a Japanese ninja?" He turned to Fan Xiaoyu and said, "Let me do it. I will use acupuncture to relieve his pain." As he said that, he waved his right hand, and several silver needles appeared in his hand, which he quickly disinfected with alcohol.

Fan Xiaoyu and the surrounding soldiers watched in amazement. Lei Tao squatted down beside Zhou Weiguo, located the acupuncture point, and expertly inserted the silver needle. As the needle took hold, Zhou Weiguo's frown gradually relaxed. "Captain Lei, this acupuncture is amazing."

Lei Tao smiled and said, "This is a treasure passed down from our ancestors. It will be very useful on the battlefield."

Fan Xiaoyu continued tending to the wound. After clearing the pus and blood, she carefully applied a special-effect trauma-reinforcing powder to the wound. The fine powder adhered to the injury, then she injected an anti-inflammatory injection and carefully bandaged the wound with clean gauze. "The wound is healed. With this special-effect muscle-reinforcing powder, as long as I change the dressing regularly and get enough rest, the wound should heal faster."

At this moment, Lei Tao stepped forward and said, "It's time to remove the silver needles." He stretched out his hands steadily, his eyes fixed on the silver needles on Zhou Weiguo's body. His fingers flexibly turned the silver needles and slowly pulled them out of the acupuncture points.

As the needles were removed one by one, Zhou Weiguo felt the strange tension in his body slowly dissipate, and he felt much more relaxed. "Captain Lei, thank you very much." Zhou Weiguo's voice was tired but full of gratitude.

Lei Tao waved his hand and said, "This is all for your recovery. From now on, just focus on recovering. We are still looking forward to fighting alongside you."

Xu Hu, watching from the side, also breathed a sigh of relief: "Captain, you have to get better quickly, we still have to fight the Japanese together."

Fan Xiaoyu stood up and said to Lei Tao, "Captain Lei, I will pay close attention to Zhou Weiguo's wound and change his dressing on time."

Lei Tao nodded, his expression stern. He looked off into the distance and said quickly, "We can't stay here for long. We have to withdraw quickly, otherwise the Japanese reinforcements will arrive and we'll be in a passive position." He then looked at Fan Xiaoyu, his eyes full of instructions, "Xiaoyu, I ask you to take good care of Zhou Weiguo on the way. He's seriously injured and can't withstand the bumpy ride. Make sure he's safe."

He then turned to Xu Guangrong with unquestionable determination, "Captain Xu, we've been delayed here for too long. I suggest we move immediately and use the Japanese corpses to set up minefields to slow down the Japanese reinforcements. Remember, the Japanese sweep is still ongoing. Every second we gain is a little more security."

Xu Guangrong understood immediately, his eyes grave. "Captain Lei, I understand! I'll arrange for the deployment right away." He quickly turned around, selected several soldiers skilled in blasting and trap-setting, and delivered the mission succinctly and forcefully: "Listen, move quickly and stealthily. Use the dead enemy corpses to set booby traps along the route we must evacuate. As many as you can place, as many as you can. We need to give the enemy reinforcements a good 'treat.'"

After receiving the order, the soldiers sprang into action, expertly removing mines and explosives from their equipment and carefully placing them around the bodies of the Japanese soldiers, skillfully laying out fuses and camouflaging the scene.

Over here, Fan Xiaoyu and two soldiers carefully lifted Zhou Weiguo onto a stretcher, securing him to prevent any secondary injuries during the transfer. "Comrade Zhou Weiguo, we're about to depart. It might be a little shaky. If you feel unwell, be sure to tell me," Fan Xiaoyu said softly.

Zhou Weiguo nodded slightly, his voice weak but firm: "Comrade Fan, don't worry, I can hold on."

Lei Tao quickly patrolled the battlefield, checking the troops' preparations for evacuation. He walked over to Xu Hu, who was sorting his weapons, and patted him on the shoulder. "Xu Hu, you've fought alongside Zhou Weiguo for a long time. Keep an eye on him along the way, and report any problems immediately."

"Yes, Captain Lei! I will take good care of Weiguo." Xu Hu said in a firm tone, put the gun on his back, and looked at Zhou Weiguo on the stretcher with concern in his eyes.

At this time, the soldiers responsible for setting up the minefield had completed their mission and quickly returned to the team. Xu Guangrong reported to Lei Tao: "Captain Lei, the minefield is complete, we can evacuate."

Lei Tao glanced around the team and nodded! Xu Guangrong turned around and shouted, "Let's retreat! Stay alert and stay hidden."

The team advanced quietly through the forest, carefully weaving their way along the mountain paths, trying not to make any noise. Two soldiers carried Zhou Weiguo, walking in the middle of the team...

At noon, sunlight filtered through dense foliage, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The troops trudged along the narrow path through the forest, their clothes soaked with sweat and clinging to their backs.