Inside the wooden box is full of boxes of iron cans!

Wang Yu shuttled through two train compartments in a row, and there were such wooden boxes inside.

When we arrived at the third carriage, the wooden boxes disappeared, and were replaced by piles of hemp buns.

Wang Yu untied the mouth of the mabao and reached out to touch it. It turned out to be a dehydrated dried vegetable.

Then, he discovered white flour, rice and other foods.

A full train of food, it turned out to be a supply army of Japanese soldiers!

And the two Japanese devils were transporting these grain supplies to the five Type 94 trucks.

"Made, the food of these two Japanese devils is much better than that of the Eighth Route Army!"

Wang Yu cursed casually and frowned. His purpose was not to replenish food, but to medical supplies.

After walking through more than a dozen carriages behind him, he did not find any signs of medical supplies, which made him feel bad again.

"Is it going to be lost again this time?"

Looking at the last part of the car, he could only place all his hopes on this last part.

I pushed the iron door of the carriage and found that the iron sheets were locked from inside.

Just as they were about to make some move, a secret lattice on the iron sheets was suddenly opened, forming a two-inch-high and half-foot-wide lookout.

Then a pair of dead fish-like eyes appeared in the lookout.

Wang Yu was startled and instinctively took a few steps back.

He thought all the Japanese were patrolling under the train, and he didn't expect that the last car would still be there!

"Bageya Road!"

The Japanese behind the door screamed and stretched out the muzzle of the 38-large-covered one from the lookout.

In desperation, Wang Yu made an incompetent gesture of the Imperial Army, nodded and shouted in fear:

“Linse, Linse!”

The gun retreated from the lookout again, and the dead fish crawled up, revealing a strange look.

"You can ask for it, you can ask for it!"

Wang Yu realized that he was wrong and hurriedly changed his words and gestured blindly again.

"One library, one library, Miximi!"

"Yaxi!"

The deceased fish-eyed Japanese seemed to understand what Wang Yu meant, opened the iron sheets, walked out, and there was a Japanese behind them.

The dead fish eyes imitated Wang Yu's appearance, then pinched their voices and shouted in a whisper:

“Linse and linen!”

This action caused another Japanese behind to burst into laughter.

Wang Yu's face suddenly turned cold, and he was slashing his neck with a palm knife.

The sound of bone displacement creaking, like a stool leg that was about to break, making itchy.

The dead fish's eyes fell softly to the ground.

Seeing this, the Japanese laughing behind him didn't understand what was going on, and they felt a black shadow flashing in front of them, and their throats were sore, like a blocked ball of sticky rice, which could not be swallowed or spit out.

The cartilage of the Adam's apple had been shattered, and a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth!

Looking at Wang Yu again, his calm face was like a devil, deeply imprinted in his mind.

With a fearful and unwilling expression, the Japanese took a few steps back and fell into the iron door.

Wang Yu grabbed the dead fisheye's body and threw it into the last part of the carriage.

Seeing that no one was around, he got in.

After closing the iron sheets, Wang Yu looked at them carefully.

There are small windows on both sides of the other carriages for ventilation and lighting.

The inside of this carriage was dull and the vision was dim.

All around were surrounded by steel plates, and there were only long and narrow gaps that were four fingers wide on both sides for people inside to look out and shoot out.

After adapting for a while, all the scenes in the car were clearly seen.

The front half of the car was empty, and the second half of the night was filled with items, covered with a large piece of black and blue canvas.

Wang Yu walked up with a rich look of joy on his face.

Because the moment he stepped into the iron door, he smelled a strong smell, with a unique fragrance, familiar and unfamiliar.

That's the smell of medicine!

Uncover the canvas and take a look at the boxes of medicines below.

Atropine, quinine, sulfa powder, aspirin, everything is available, even the most common alcohol and red potion are among them!

These are all real things, not all the wood crotchs that steal the day and change the sun in the eighth mixed travel sanitation.

He took out a small white box from a patterned box with the words "PENICILLIN" printed on it.

The box was filled with a small bottle as thick as a thumb, filled with white powder.

In an instant, Wang Yu was overjoyed and finally found the thing he had dreamed of, and it was also the thing that saved his life, Penicillin!

Looking around, there are twelve or three boxes of such boxes, each half-meter square box filled with such small boxes. Roughly speaking, there must be thousands of such small boxes in a box!

"If you get this back, Dr. Zhou will probably be crazy!"

Wang Yu smiled and thought with a bad taste.

Then, he thought of the most fundamental question.

The largest producer of penicillin is the United States, so domestic penicillin is generally donated to the United States, or purchased by many international national rescue associations and then transferred back to China.

Due to the position, it is impossible for the Japanese to buy penicillin.

Therefore, the Japanese only have three channels to obtain penicillin, including test items produced by the Japanese, spoils seized on the battlefield and purchases on the black market.

However, it is impossible for the production of test items to be stored so much on a transport supply military train, and it is very small to buy so much penicillin on the black market.

So……

Thinking of the last possibility, Wang Yu's heart suddenly sank in the situation where the Eighth Route Army was blocked and surrounded by lack of medical supplies.

He quickly raised the box that had been taken out of penicillin and placed it on the side of the lookout of the carriage.

The light shines on the dark yellow box and also illuminates the brown flower pattern on it.

The brown pattern looks like blooming flowers, scattered on the boxes in a mess, but it also has an inexplicable pattern.

Wang Yu couldn't tell where this rule originated.

His fingers buckled the pattern of the flowers, and dark brown pigments stained his fingers.

Rubbed his fingers and asked when he put them close to the tip of his nose. Wang Yu's expression was silent and his expression was gloomy.

"It turned out to be blood!"

On this withered cardboard box, the dark brown patterns and flowers were stained with blood!

Over time, the dried blood coagulated and changed color, forming its current appearance.

In addition, the light in the carriage was dim, so Wang Yu mistakenly thought it was the original pattern of the box.

Now, the origin of these drugs is self-evident.

It was a drug from the Eighth Route Army and was intercepted by the Japanese.

It can be imagined that the Eighth Route Army workers behind enemy lines wanted to transport this batch of drugs to the rear of the headquarters safely, but the Japanese blockade was too tight and they all ended in failure.

In order to protect the medicine, these unknown heroes fought to the death, and they were bleeding on the spot, and blood was splashed on the medicine boxes...

‘The wind is whistling and the water is cold,

The hero is gone forever!’

Wang Yu was silent and put the box he was holding back.

He stood attentively and saluted the boxes to pay tribute to these unknown heroes.

Their deadly medicine finally fell into the hands of the Japanese. The Japanese wanted to gather together and send it to the rear through the army transporting supplies for their own use.

But now he meets them and will inherit their last wishes.
Chapter completed!