Bright Sword: Let my company hold off the Yamazaki Battalion

Chapter 27 A Promise to the Heroes! Chu Feng: "As long as I'm here, I will never abandon y

After leaving the General Logistics Department, Chu Feng did not return to the regimental headquarters, but instead went to a field hospital.

"Commander!!!"

Company Commander Huang Zhenggong was already waiting.

"Did you bring the things?" Chu Feng asked, looking at Huang Zhenggong.

"I brought it!" Huang Zhenggong said with a smile, "200 catties of millet, 300 catties of rice, plus 150 catties of pork, all of which have been handed over to Dean Li."

Chu Feng nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand, "Let's go in!" After saying that, he led Huang Zhenggong and the others into the field hospital.

"Commander!!"

"Company Commander!!!"

As soon as Chu Feng entered, the wounded soldiers of the guard regiment were very excited and greeted him one after another.

"Alright, alright!"

Chu Feng smiled and pressed down on one of the wounded who was trying to sit up: "Rest assured and recover, don't move!"

After he finished speaking, he checked the soldiers' wounds and found that they were healing very well.

Of course, many soldiers' wounds were clearly not in good condition, some were red and swollen, obviously inflamed, which made him very worried.

After checking on the wounded, Chu Feng was somewhat somber. Just as he was about to say something, an old soldier with a broken leg propped himself up and asked in a hoarse, low voice, with some unease, "Commander, our legs are useless now. Does that mean we can never fight alongside you on the hills or kill the Japanese again? We don't want to be a burden!"

In an instant, everyone, regardless of whether they were officers or soldiers of the guard regiment, looked at Chu Feng.

This is a concern not only for the wounded soldiers of the guard regiment, but also for many other wounded soldiers.

"How is that possible!"

Chu Feng refused the question without hesitation, then walked up to him and first touched his bandaged wound.

He squeezed his shoulder hard again, his expression gentle, but his tone resolute: "Bullshit! My soldiers, even if they're on their last breath, are still members of the Guard Regiment!"

"Even if he only has one arm left, let alone a broken leg, he's still a hero, he's still my soldier, he can't be a burden."

"Our guard regiment has never had the tradition of abandoning our own brothers, and neither has our Eighth Route Army."

Chu Feng's answer excited everyone.

But then, looking at his wound, his expression darkened.

"But Commander, we're already useless. What can we do if we go back to our regiment? Wouldn't we just be a burden to you and the troops?" another wounded soldier said, pointing to his amputated arm.

"fart!"

Chu Feng's voice suddenly rose: "Useless? A burden? Those two words don't exist in my dictionary!"

He scanned the wounded soldiers, his eyes serious: "What? Just because you lost an arm or a leg, you want to desert?"

"You were capable of fighting the Japanese to the death? And now you're backing down?"

Hearing the commander's question, the wounded soldiers in the room looked up sharply, their faces showing stubbornness, resentment, and a hint of urgency.

One of the wounded soldiers immediately shook his head: "Commander, we're not cowards!"

"We don't want to be a burden to the troops!"

Hearing the soldiers' words, Chu Feng's expression softened considerably, but his tone remained firm. He swept his gaze over the group: "You won't be a burden to the unit, so put your minds at ease!"

"As long as I, Chu Feng, am in the Guard Regiment, there will be no instance of abandoning my brothers."

"This kind of thing would never happen not only in our guard regiment, but in the entire Eighth Route Army."

As he spoke, he began counting on his fingers, telling everyone what they could do after being discharged from the hospital.

"You're worried about slowing down the troops, but the troops do more than just fight the Japanese; there are many other things they can do."

"If you can't carry a gun on the front lines, then go and train new recruits. You are all veterans who have fought your way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

"The combat experience inside your belly is a priceless treasure."

"If you don't think you're suited to leading new recruits, then go get involved in production—farming, raising pigs, raising chickens—none of those things can be done without people."

"Even if you can't even hold a hoe properly, I'll find you all a bench, and you can all sit on the training field in the sun while watching which brat dares to slack off. Keep an eye on them."

At this point, Chu Feng's expression became extremely solemn: "Comrades, remember this: you are only injured, not dead!"

"In my Chu Feng's hands, there are no useless people. You are all treasures. My guard regiment is my Chu Feng's precious darling."

"You are not superfluous, not a burden, not now, and certainly not in the future. You will always be an integral and indispensable member of the Eighth Route Army and the Guard Regiment."

The wounded soldiers, who were initially low-spirited and emotionally unstable, brightened up instantly upon hearing Chu Feng's words.

They were constantly worried that they were useless and didn't want to cause trouble for the military, but they didn't know what to do or what they could do, and they were filled with anxiety about their future.

But now, the group leader's words, especially the various well-thought-out arrangements, have made everyone's previously confused and helpless path ahead much clearer.

The wounded soldier's mood brightened, while Huang Zhenggong's expression remained somewhat melancholy.

"Captain, we've already tried our best!"

Faced with Huang Zhenggong's emphasis, Chu Feng did not explain, but instead smiled and posed the question: "Comrades, do you agree with what Company Commander Huang said?"

The wounded soldiers burst into laughter and shouted in unison, "We don't agree!"

Chu Feng spread his hands upon hearing this: "You see, it's not up to me, it's not up to you, it's up to us comrades to decide."

Huang Zhenggong's face grew even more bitter, while the wounded soldiers smiled even more happily.

An old soldier said with a smile, "Company Commander Huang, the regimental commander is right. Don't worry, once I'm discharged from the hospital, I will definitely help your company find problems and urge you to improve."

As the veteran finished speaking, the other wounded soldiers chuckled and joined in the conversation.

"That's right, Company Commander Huang. Although we can't participate in the battle, we still have vision."

"Don't worry, Company Commander Huang, we will definitely do our duty."

"..."

Huang Zhenggong repeatedly clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, pleading with a wry smile, "Brothers, please have mercy! I think the other companies need your supervision even more!"

The oppressive atmosphere in the ward completely dissipated, and even the air felt lighter.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached, and Director Li of the field hospital lifted the curtain and walked in with a broad smile: "Hahaha! What's all the commotion? I could hear the laughter from afar!"

After saying that, he looked at Chu Feng, quickly walked over, grabbed Chu Feng's hand, and shook it vigorously, saying, "Commander Chu, thank you so much!"

"Your batch of grain and pork has come to my rescue! Finally, I can help the wounded recover!"

"Don't mention it, we've made a small fortune and have plenty of money."

Chu Feng smiled and waved his hand, then pulled Dean Li over, pointed to the wounded soldier's somewhat red and swollen wound, and said in a serious tone, "Dean Li, look at this wound, it's a bit infected. Don't we have any way to treat it?"

"Even without sulfonamides or alcohol, a homemade method will do!"

Looking at the wound, Dean Li's expression grew serious: "Commander Chu, there are many problems like this."

"And this is already the result of our best efforts to control it." His tone was full of helplessness and heartache.

As a doctor, the most painful thing for Dean Li was that even though they had saved the wounded from the clutches of death, they still died from infection in the end because there was no medicine.

Soldiers' weapons are guns and cannons, while doctors' weapons are scalpels and medicines.

Soldiers can fight with bayonets even without guns and cannons, but without medicine, they are truly helpless.

This sense of powerlessness is a torment and a source of pain for these medical workers.