The closer they approach the front line, the more vehicles passed by, carriages, cars, and pairs of soldiers walking by in the mud. These people were carrying guns, and many of them had tender faces, and their clothes were still very new, and they were obviously new recruits.

Some of these people's faces are confused, some are excited, and some are even fearful. What will happen in the future and how many people can go home are all unknown.

The closer he got to the military base, the more tense the atmosphere was. Both the British, French and American coalition forces and Germany had almost prepared, so they wanted to do a good job.

Suddenly, there was chaos on the road. The sound of the engine rumbling came from the sky.

"Do not, the enemy's planes are scattered on the side of the road." The officers shouted loudly, but the young soldiers ran around like crazy rabbits.

The coachman quickly shook the reins and rushed towards the open space on the roadside. The ditch on the roadside made the carriage jump. Mu Yang was thrown out of the carriage by the sudden bump and fell into the grass on the roadside.

Before he could raise his head, a few explosions came from his ears, and the German plane dropped bombs.

It was not long before the German plane flew away.

They were just doing reconnaissance and harassment, not the German air force. Besides, bombing in such an open space is not of great significance. The Germans just wanted to declare that the sky now belongs to them.

Mu Yang stood up with some annoyance. Fortunately, he rolled out when he was thrown out just now, but he was not injured. The grass was very wet, his clothes were wet, and there were still many mud and grass leaves stuck.

"Are you going to give me some advice?" Mu Yang cursed. He picked up the hat that was thrown away in the distance, shook the soil on it, and brought it back to his head.

The coachman had already prepared the carriage and rushed over, "Sir, I'm very sorry."

"It's okay. This is the German's fault." Mu Yang said.

"When I got off the road just now, the carriage was bumpy and the axles were a little loose. I want to repair it, but it will be fine soon." said the coachman.

"Yeah." Mu Yang nodded.

At this time, in the distance, someone shouted loudly: "Are there any health soldiers? There are wounded people here."

The man called out several times, and everyone around him looked over, but no one answered.

Mu Yang picked up his cowhide backpack from the carriage, walked to the injured soldier, patted the soldiers on the shoulders of the crowd in front, and opened a passage for himself.

"Let me take a look." Mu Yang squatted down and said.

"Sir," the one who called someone just now was a lieutenant. When he saw a major walking into the crowd and squatting down and saying he wanted to see it, he quickly called him sir.

The injured person on the ground was probably only sixteen or seventeen years old, just a lowest-level private. At this moment, the injured soldier's left thigh was gone, revealing the black-blacked flesh and white thigh bones. The chest was also covered with blood and flesh. Blood kept oozing through the already torn clothes.

Mu Yang was not a doctor. When he saw this situation, he was helpless and could only perform the simplest bandage on his mind based on the shallow medical knowledge he seemed to have in his mind. As for the surgery, he could only go to the hospital for it.

Mu Yang opened the cowhide bag and pretended to search. Then he took out something that could be used from the space. Bandage, gauze, and medicine powder. Mu Yang was busy bandaging the soldier, but it was not professional after all, and the bandage was ugly. As for whether it was useful, Mu Yang himself didn't know, so he could only do his best to leave his fate.

Finally, Mu Yang took out a few anti-inflammatory and painkillers and fed them directly into the soldiers' mouths.

After these things were done, Mu Yang was already sweating profusely. The heat was on the one hand, mainly because of nervousness. He had killed many people and did not respond much to blood and flesh. However, when bandaging, Mu Yang was really busy for a while, fortunately he was messing around.

The soldier was carried away and loaded into a truck and sent directly to the hospital.

Looking at the truck that was leaving, Mu Yang could only sigh that a young soldier had not even gotten on the battlefield and fell on the road.

Mu Yang found a puddle to wash his hands, then found a stump left by the cut trees on the side of the road, took out a cigar from his pocket and lit it for himself.

His mind was a little confused, and he still sighed in his heart that war was really cruel. Although Mu Yang had experienced the experience of the war of resistance, facing this kind of scene, he still could not be as calm as he could.

"Sir, we can set off." The coachman repaired the axle and rushed the carriage to Mu Yang and said.

Mu Yang threw the cowhide backpack on the car and regained the position of the co-pilot. The coachman gently shook the reins, and the strong big dark horse in front set off.

A village appeared in front of him. The coachman drove the carriage into the village. Muyang saw that there were no ordinary French residents here, only soldiers left.

"Sir, the row of houses in front is the regiment headquarters. You need to go there yourself." said the coachman.

"I really want to thank you. By the way, I'll leave this pack of cigarettes for you to smoke." Mu Yang threw a pack of cigarettes to the old corporal.

The old man looked at the exquisite packaging of the cigarette in his hand and sucked it on his nose. He felt that the smell of tobacco was really fragrant, and his face suddenly showed an intoxicated expression.

Mu Yang jumped out of the car, took his cowhide bag, and walked towards the row of houses pointed by the coachman.

"Company Commander, are you back?" A voice sounded from the side.

Mu Yang looked over and saw a young officer in his twenties, with the rank of captain. After seeing Mu Yang, he hurried over and stood beside Mu Yang and said, "Have your injuries healed? Company Commander? I'm so glad you can heal. We all miss you very much."

Mu Yang recognized this captain as a captain and deputy company commander of his company. The two were very happy to meet, and Mu Yang asked. "Claire, why did you come to the regiment headquarters? Where is our troops stationed now?"

"Company Commander, the troops' supplies are almost used up. I'll come to the regiment headquarters to collect them." Claire said with a smile.

"Have you received the supplies? If you finish it, wait for me, I will talk to the regiment commander and then go back to the station with you." Mu Yang didn't know the way, and now he saw his deputy company commander, and happened to go back with him.

When Claire heard Mu Yang ask about receiving supplies, his face suddenly collapsed.

Mu Yang observed his expression and expression, and it seemed that something was wrong.

"What's wrong, tell me." Mu Yang said in a affirmative tone.

"The quartermaster withdrew our supplies, and there was enough food and bread, but there were much less other things," Claire said.

Mu Yang thought for a while and said, "It's okay, I'll go with you later. I'm waiting for me here now. I'm going to see Colonel Wood first."

"Okay company commander, I'll be waiting for you here." Claire said.
Chapter completed!