Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 882: Divine Doctor Li Yunlong

There were still wailing sounds in the emergency room, but the patient lying on the first bed was like a dead pig.

The dean looked around. This must be considered a serious injury, right? There seemed to be at least seven or eight fractures all over his body. He was almost broken into pulp.

"Commander Li, is this a minor injury?"

"Well, I think it's a minor injury. It's fine without anesthesia. And I heard that anesthesia has side effects. These reporters make a living with their brains. Don't ruin their jobs."

The dean saw that Li Yunlong didn't seem to be joking and felt that there must be something fishy going on, so he waved his hand:

"Minor injuries! Definitely minor injuries! Just do it!"

The intern plucked up his courage and started to work tremblingly, but he used too much force and twisted the broken arm in the opposite direction. The patient screamed and woke up immediately.

Coincidentally, the first one was a reporter from Asahi Shimbun.

"Baga! You Chinese pigs!"

When the Japanese reporter opened his mouth, everyone was shocked. Even the intern who was just about to apologize timidly turned red in the face.

Chinese people who are within the five generations of mourning must have relatives who have been bullied by the Japanese devils. It’s okay for our Japanese friends, and it’s okay for them who just keep their mouths shut, but you are still a “Baga”?

"Commander, little devils?"

"Uh, Japanese, a reporter from the Asahi Shimbun, what's the point of talking about press freedom? Oh, by the way, this guy said that our Chief of Staff Wang Meng is a traitor?"

The dean now knew why Li Yunlong allowed the intern to take over and did not allow anesthesia. It seemed that he wanted to cure the Japanese devils.

"Commander, I understand. Leave the rest to me!"

"Hey, I didn't say anything. Don't misunderstand me. They came in alive, so they have to be sent out alive."

"I understand this. Just stay alive."

After the dean finished speaking, he leaned down considerately and stared at the reporter who was gasping for breath sincerely.

"Reporter friend, do you usually write articles with your left or right hand?"

"Nani? Right hand, what's wrong?"

"Oh, I got it!"

The gentle expression on the dean's face instantly turned into a fierce one, and then with a wave of his hand, the extremely angry young intern pinned the Japanese reporter to death.

The dean pushed up his glasses, put on rubber gloves carefully, and said seriously:

"Reporter, your right hand seems to be necrotic. In order to save your life, I suggest amputation. If you disagree, raise your hand."

"What? My right hand is the least injured, just a scratch, why does it need to be amputated! Oh, bastard, you want to hurt me!"

The Japanese reporter struggled, but his hands were being held down so tightly that he couldn't raise them.

"Since the patient has no objection, let's get started!"

"anesthetic?"

"What kind of anesthetic is that? We don't have that stuff in our hospital. Get started!"

The dean got a hacksaw and, like sawing wood, he put one foot on his upper arm, held the saw in one hand and grabbed the Japanese soldier's forearm with the other hand, and sawed directly down two centimeters above the elbow.

Half an hour later, the unconscious Japanese soldier began to wake up. He weakly spat out his back teeth, and then looked at the dean with blood on his glasses, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Please, let me go..."

The dean frowned, pinched the arm that had just been bandaged, and asked with concern:

"Does it hurt? Otherwise, it's better to suffer a short pain than a long one. Should we just amputate the limbs of those who bully us?"

The Japanese soldier couldn't help but struggle, and his remaining hand, two legs and the caterpillar in his crotch were all amputated.

An hour later, the Japanese reporter who had been cut into pieces was wrapped up and thrown out.

The reporters from Ta Kung Pao and Chongqing Daily who witnessed the tragic plight of the Japanese devils climbed up one by one, endured the severe pain, jumped around, and asked to be discharged from the hospital.

"Are you okay? Aren't you clamoring for us to take full responsibility? Then let us treat you? I'm a famous doctor in this area. Are you really okay?"

"Commander Li, I beg you, please let us go, we were all forced!"

"Oh? Forced? I don't believe it unless you explain it clearly in front of the camera!"

"of course can!"

Four reporters from various fields spoke to the camera and described in detail how they were instructed by the Chongqing central government to cause trouble, and they also left a confession with their fingerprints.

Li Yunlong was very satisfied and asked considerately:

"Really don't need treatment?"

"No, no, it's just a minor wound that can be fixed with some plaster!"

Li Yunlong looked at the reporter whose arm was strangely twisted and said such words, clicked his tongue twice, and had to let them leave with great difficulty.

With these evidences, Li Yunlong once again pushed Chang Guangzhou, who was ready to watch the show, to the forefront.

Wang Meng also directly announced his resignation as chief of staff of the Independent Column, and instead participated in the management of the Independent Column as a consultant.

Of course, this method of changing the soup but not the medicine is just to fool outsiders. After all, with the independent column's enthusiasm for killing the Japanese, they will soon forget about this matter.

However, the Fifth Army and the Sixth Army in southern Myanmar were like chicken blood, and launched a fierce attack on the Japanese.

By August 1945, 8, Chu Yunfei's Sixth Army had advanced to Mandalay and encircled the Japanese 21th Division in Mandalay.

Since the outbreak of the Battle of Shanghai, the Japanese 18th Division landed in Hangzhou Bay, cut off the retreat route of the Chinese army in the Battle of Shanghai, and directly encircled the enemy, blocking the road to retreat to Nanjing, and then the Japanese army was defeated.

The 18th Division took the opportunity to capture Wuhu and launched a massacre in Wuhu.

During this massacre, the 18th Division inhumanely killed more than 1 Chinese soldiers and civilians and burned down 3000 houses. The entire Wuhu area was like a living hell.

This is not the most hateful thing. After the Japanese captured Wuhu, they converted large tracts of farmland into opium production areas and began to implement the policy of "using drugs to support the war."

Subsequently, the 42th Division and its Japanese troops captured Nanjing together and carried out a planned and organized massacre in Nanjing and surrounding areas for days.

Upon hearing that the 18th Division was surrounded in Mandalay, Wang Meng flew directly to the battlefield and gave direct instructions to Chu Yunfei.

"Chief of Staff, it's just a Japanese division, why did you come in person? If you have any orders, just send a telegram!"

"Hey, stop! I'm not the chief of staff now, I'm just an advisor. And I'm not giving orders, but giving you some advice from an advisory perspective!"

Chu Yunfei wiped his sweat and had an expression that said "we are one of us".

"Okay, what do you suggest?"

"Old Chu, we can take prisoners from other enemy troops, after all, we need laborers to repair the Burma Road, but I don't want any prisoners from the 18th Division!"