Quenching Era I My Anti-Japanese War Military-Industrial Epic

Lin Yi also smiled, but felt sour in his heart. Seventeen years old, he was still in high school in his time, but here, he was already carrying a gun and fighting the Japanese in the ravine. The team stopped in a relatively secluded mountain col. The main force of the new regiment has arrived, and dense gray figures are scattered on the hillside. Some are checking equipment, some are taking a nap, and health workers are bandaging the lightly wounded. "Stretcher! This way!" Someone shouted.