As I was wearing it quickly, the little fish flew away

Chapter 315 Zi Dechuan 10

Perhaps it was because the scene was too tragic, and those who died were his comrades and friends, some who had blocked bullets for him, some who had blocked bullets for him, some who had carried him off the battlefield, and some who had carried themselves off the battlefield.

This may be the reason why the old man would rather hide in his bed and cry secretly than mention it!

Yu Xiaoyu and the others immediately crouched down from the edge of the battlefield and moved towards the center. Their mission was to bring medical kits to stop the bleeding of the soldiers, and carry those with serious injuries off the battlefield.

Yu Xiaoyu and her teammates carefully crossed the battlefield, hearing gunshots and explosions from time to time. They arrived beside a wounded soldier, and Yu Xiaoyu quickly opened the medical kit and bandaged his wound.

The soldier looked at Yu Xiaoyu with gratitude, gritted his teeth, stood up, and returned to the battle.

Yu Xiaoyu and her teammates continued to move forward, treating more injured people. Every time they saved a life, their sense of responsibility grew stronger.

However, the enemy's firepower became increasingly fierce, and Yu Xiaoyu had to carry a seriously injured soldier and run back.

Just as they were about to reach a safe area, a shell exploded nearby. Yu Xiaoyu tightly protected the soldier on her back and used her body to block the impact of the shrapnel.

Therefore, only after experiencing it personally did you understand why everyone talked about comradeship. During the great movement, many people who were not persecuted had the help of their comrades.

Yu Xiaoyu felt a sharp pain, she looked down and found that her leg had been injured by the explosion, bleeding profusely. But she ignored her injury, gritted her teeth, and moved forward step by step with the soldier on her back.

"Doctor Yu, put me down and leave quickly!" the soldier said weakly.

"Don't talk, we'll be there soon." Yu Xiaoyu panted.

Finally, they successfully reached a safe area. Yu Xiaoyu handed the soldier over to the medical staff and collapsed.

Her vision gradually blurred and her consciousness gradually faded away...

When Yu Xiaoyu woke up again, he just wanted to know what happened to the little soldier he carried on his back and whether he was out of danger.

"How is Xiaochen? Is he okay?" The first thing Yu Xiaoyu asked after opening his eyes was to ask the little soldier whom he had carried on his back, because he was younger than Liu Hong, only thirteen years old.

The political commissar and his men came to visit Yu Xiaoyu after hearing that she had woken up. When he came over, he heard Yu Xiaoyu's question. He excitedly held Yu Xiaoyu's hand and said.

"Comrade Yu, rest assured. Xiaochen is out of danger. This kid just wanted to go to the battlefield to avenge his family. He secretly followed them this time. If it weren't for Comrade Yu..."

The political commissar paused and continued, "Xiao Chen's parents were both martyrs. Xiao Chen was less than ten years old when his parents died. When his parents were killed, he was hidden in a secret room under the bed by his father. So he has a particularly deep hatred for the dwarf."

Yu Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Political Commissar, for telling me this." She struggled to sit up, "I want to go see Xiaochen."

The political commissar quickly held her down and said, "You are still very weak and need to rest. Xiaochen has someone to take care of him, so you don't have to worry."

Yu Xiaoyu nodded. She knew her current situation, but she still couldn't help but care about Xiaochen.

"When I feel better, I want to go talk to Xiaochen. He is still young and shouldn't bear such heavy hatred." Yu Xiaoyu's eyes were firm.

The political commissar sighed, "You are right, Xiaochen is a good boy, but fate is too cruel to him. We will try our best to help him get out of the shadow and make him a strong fighter."

Yu Xiaoyu looked at the political commissar with respect in his heart. In this war-torn era, there are too many children like Xiaochen who have lost their loved ones and homes, but still hold on to hope and courage.

"I believe that as long as we unite as one, we will be able to defeat the enemy and usher in a peaceful day." Yu Xiaoyu clenched his fists.