Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

Chapter 1005 Sold

As the deafening bugle call sounded, the fighting spirit of those who were on the verge of despair and almost gave up their will to live was instantly ignited.

They regained their strong vitality and fighting spirit, and once again launched a tenacious resistance with all their might.

The girls were not afraid of death and rushed to the battlefield without hesitation.

Some girls held simple weapons such as wooden sticks, while others quickly picked up the guns scattered on the ground.

However, due to a lack of training, these female soldiers did not know how to operate firearms correctly, and could not even complete the basic action of loading bullets!

This did not deter them. They gripped their rifles tightly, pointed the muzzles upward at the enemy, and then charged into the battlefield, brandishing their bayonets and fighting bravely.

When Jiang Jiyun fought his way to the front line, the ground was littered with corpses.

She watched as the soldiers chased after the fleeing enemy troops, then lowered her head and looked down at the innocent civilians who were seriously wounded but still had a faint breath.

Faced with these bloody scenes, Jiang Jiyun knew he couldn't stand idly by, or they would really die.

Although she also wanted to kill the Japanese soldiers, out of respect and appreciation for life, she had to stop herself and stay where she was to help the wounded.

Jiang Wenming spotted the person wearing a helmet, whose figure resembled his niece, busy rescuing the wounded from mid-air.

"Xiao Yun!" With a shout, Jiang Wenming ran towards the figure the moment his feet touched the ground.

However, Jiang Jiyun had no time to pay attention to the shouts coming from behind her; she was focused on the injured people in front of her.

She could only shout, "Uncle, come quickly and lend a hand! I can't save so many wounded people by myself!"

When Jiang Wenming ran to Jiang Jiyun's side, he saw the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, as well as the wounded struggling to survive.

Jiang Wenming quickly took out a medical kit from his spatial storage and joined the team treating the wounded.

Xiao Wei, Ma Chao, and others also had a clear division of labor and worked together seamlessly.

For those with minor injuries, apply hemostatic powder to stop the bleeding.

Those with serious injuries were given special medications immediately and their reactions were closely monitored.

If a more serious situation arises that causes the condition to deteriorate beyond control, all we can do is do our best to ensure that these wounded soldiers can be kept alive for the time being, and wait for professional military doctors to arrive before taking further appropriate action.

As Jiang Jiyun treated a young woman's chest injury, he glanced at the people around him, his heart filled with doubt and confusion.

She couldn't help but ask, "Sister, are you all from the village down this mountain?"

There are several hundred dead and injured here, and they look like refugees.

How can there be so many young people in such a small village?

The girl gently shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes, but she still managed to force a smile.

She sighed and replied, "No, we are not from the village. We were sold here, and there are many others who have suffered the same misfortune as me."

Upon hearing this answer, Jiang Jiyun's hand trembled slightly. She realized that she had inadvertently touched upon the other person's deepest pain.

After a moment, she said softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought this up and upset you."

Jiang Jiyun changed the subject, saying, "Your wound should not get wet for the time being. Remember to remove the gauze after seven days."

To Jiang Jiyun's surprise, the girl did not show much sadness.

Instead, she gave a firm yet relieved smile and continued, "Actually, this is no longer a sad thing for me."

“It wasn’t my parents who sold me. During the Japanese bombing, all my family members died tragically. I could only barely make a living by begging on the streets. It was while I was wandering the streets as a beggar that I was caught by those people and sold to the people here.”

Jiang Jiyun's eyes widened, her face filled with astonishment.

Looking at the ragged, haggard people around her, she couldn't help but feel an indescribable surge of anger and sympathy.

At this moment, a boy who had lost an arm interjected: "At first, everyone thought it was just some official or a rich family illegally mining ore. No one expected that the mastermind behind it all was that group of Japanese devils!"

At that moment, Wang Feng, who was standing next to him, opened his eyes in confusion, his gaze wandering aimlessly as he swept around the surroundings.

He thought he was dead, otherwise, how could he not feel pain after suffering such serious injuries?

He watched helplessly as his sister was humiliated and then committed suicide by hitting her head against a rock, dying in his arms.

If it weren't for his mother and younger brother at home, they would be the only belief that sustains his life.

But the sudden village explosion completely disrupted everything.

In his panic, as he frantically ran outside, the Japanese soldiers who intercepted him pierced his stomach with their bayonets.

Just as the enemy drew his bayonet and was about to stab again, a comrade stepped forward and knocked the Japanese soldier away, thus barely saving his life.

Severely injured, Wang Feng was unable to fight any longer and could only lie silently on the ground, waiting for death to come.

Just when he was about to give up, the rescue team finally arrived. Wang Feng endured the pain and crawled forward with difficulty.

He had only one thought in his mind: he had to survive, he had to go home alive!

Since his father passed away, he has taken on the responsibility of caring for his mother, sister, and brother.

He had already lost his sister, and his mother and brother were still waiting for him, so no matter what, he could not easily give up the chance to live.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Despite his best efforts, he eventually collapsed due to the severity of his injuries.

After realizing that Wang Feng's condition was not good, Jiang Wenming immediately took emergency measures to treat him.

He carefully reassembled the ruptured intestines with both hands and sutured them tightly together, then applied a special medication drip to the freshly stitched wound.

After completing this series of operations, Jiang Wenming carefully examined the entire wound again to ensure that there were no omissions or mistakes.

He gently placed the cleaned intestines back into the wounded soldier's abdominal cavity before finally beginning to suture the abdominal incision.

He simply stitched up the wound on the man's back, applied some hemostatic medicine, and then wrapped it with gauze.

As Jiang Jiyun and the others were talking, Wang Feng realized he was still alive. He endured the excruciating pain and struggled to sit up.

His voice trembled as he asked the person next to him, "Comrade, excuse me, I'm from the village down the mountain. Is there... is anyone still alive? Is there... is there my family..."

The two young soldiers who helped comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, folks. Focus on recovering. Many villagers are still alive and waiting for you to come back and reunite with them in a safe place."

Upon hearing this news, Wang Feng finally felt a weight lifted from his shoulders, but he was still uneasy until he saw the person.