In the den filled with screams, a kerosene gas lamp released a bright light. Under this dazzling light, a slender blonde girl was trying to feed a girl who was missing most of her calf and was tied to the bed.

young man completes hemostatic suturing.

Next to her, there was an old man who looked to be in his fifties, and his temperament and appearance were quite similar to the vanguard in "Trackers on the Volga".

The reason why he described it this way was because he was carrying a rope and exerting all his strength towards the wall. The other end of the rope was tied to the other side of the wooden bed that served as the operating table, and was smashed into the wooden stakes in the ground.

And in the middle of this rope, it was tightly strangling the broken leg of the young man on the hospital bed.

"Are you here to help?"

The old man grabbed the rope with both hands, turned his head with difficulty and asked Wei Ran, "Come here and help me pull it, I'm almost out of strength. Olga, are you okay yet?"

"Don't make any noise! ​​This is not sewing buttons!"

The young girl who was trying to suture the blood vessels and wounds shouted anxiously, "I'm not even sure he can survive! If it doesn't work, I can only use a red-hot iron to stop the bleeding like before!"

"Aren't you a nurse?!" the old man holding the rope shouted dissatisfied.

"I have only been studying for nine months!" Olga, who was about to cry, shouted back even more irritably, "Anyway, shut up!"

Looking at the young man lying on the bed wailing, Wei Ran shook his head helplessly, took off his backpack and put it aside, then opened the wooden box containing the medicine and took a look.

After a moment's hesitation, he picked up a small piece of gauze, opened the only bottle of iodine, poured some iodine on the gauze, and wiped his hands as quickly as possible.

"Let me do it"

As Wei Ran spoke, he took away the needle holder and hemostatic forceps from the girl named Olga before she could react.

After suturing the main blood vessels three times, Wei Ran then signaled the old man to loosen the rope so that the wounded man and his wounds could be relieved.

"Don't you have any anesthetic?" Wei Ran took this opportunity to ask.

"A week ago we had a bottle of moonshine vodka," said Father Seryosha, smacking his lips, "but not anymore."

"I'm talking about anesthetics for pain relief."

"I'm also talking about anesthetics for pain relief," Seryosha replied dissatisfied.

"All right"

Wei Ran raised his chin towards the corner and said to the girl named Olga, "I have anesthetics in my bag. Give our wounded a drink."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

The girl named Olga had the same bad temper. She stepped around Wei Ran, opened Wei Ran's backpack, and then let out an exclamation.

"What's wrong?" Jiao Niya, who brought Wei Ran in, asked quickly without caring to comfort the young man who fainted and woke up several times in pain.

"nothing!"

Before Olga finished speaking, she had already taken out a bottle of vodka, unscrewed it, picked up an enamel jar that had lost its porcelain, poured at most two mouthfuls into it, and then handed it to Jonia, "Hurry up and let him

Drinking it will always be of some use!"

Hearing this, Jiao Niya didn't hesitate to ask any more questions, took the enamel jar, brought it to the wounded man's mouth, and poured a small amount of wine into his mouth.

"here we go"

Before Wei Ran could finish his words, Seryosha had already tightened the rope again, and Wei Ran also started to perform sutures at the fastest speed, amidst the painful wails of the wounded, but the long-term pain was not as good as the short-term pain.

When the young man on the simple operating table passed out again, Wei Ran had already finished suturing the skin and flesh, and then started bandaging.

"Are you the doctor sent here?" Father Seryozha asked curiously until this moment.

"He is Victor, the reporter from the Komsomolskaya Pravda newspaper!" Zionya, the female militiaman who sent the guards in, answered the question first.

"You can also use me as a trauma doctor," Wei Ran added quickly before Father Seryosha was about to say something.

Still not giving Seryosha a chance to speak, Zionya followed up and said, "Also, our transporter Vanya died, and his body is outside."

"Vanya also died?"

Seryosha reacted immediately, and then finally asked the second question, "Where is the ammunition? Has the ammunition been delivered? Also, has the gun mantlet we asked for been delivered?"

"I haven't had time to go..."

"The ammunition has been delivered"

Wei Ran answered the question, "But there is no gun shield. At least I didn't see anything on the sledge that could be used as a gun shield."

Hearing this, Father Seryozha was not disappointed, but he breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that the ammunition has been delivered."

"There's also a barrel of kerosene and a few letters."

Wei Ran said, taking out a few triangular letters from the wooden box at hand and handing them to the other party.

After taking these letters and looking at them, Father Seryozha threw some of them back into the wooden box containing the medicines, and at the same time explained, "These have been

Sacrificed, where is Vanya’s body?”

“Just outside”

Wei Ran pointed to the door and said at the same time, "In addition, I also brought some gifts."

"Gift?"

"A small bag of flour, a bag of candy, a jar of coarse salt and two bottles of vodka."

Wei Ran pointed to the canvas bag in the corner, "Father Seryosha, it's up to you to decide how to distribute these gifts, including my work, and I will also obey your command."

Hearing this, Father Seryozha looked at Wei Ran carefully, and then finally stretched out his hand across the operating table, "Welcome to join us, Comrade Victor."

"My pleasure, comrade." Wei Ran shook hands with the other party.

"Let's bury Vanya first, and then we'll talk about you." Seryosha said, letting go of Wei Ran's hand and hurried out of the cave.

After just lifting up the cloak and taking a look, Father Seryosha said, "Send him to the cemetery."

"Can I participate?" Wei Ran asked.

"Of course, let's come together."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As Seryosha said, he had already sat on the sledge and shouted to the horse to go deep into the forest. At the same time, he also reminded, "Comrade Victor, this forest

There are a lot of cans in there, but they are all bombs dropped by the Germans, so no matter how hungry you are, don't pick up those cans and open them."

“Vanya reminded me before she was alive.”

Wei Ran paused and said, "He also said that there was an informant..."

"He didn't lie to you"

Seryosha said, "That idiot was killed the next day and he was buried in our cemetery."

"We will all be buried in that cemetery," Jiao Niya, who followed over, couldn't help but said.

"I am the only person responsible for competing with cemeteries for business."

Olga, a female nurse who also came with me, said, "With Comrade Stalin's blessing, I finally have one more person to help me grab business."

"Are there many casualties here?" Wei Ran asked after a moment of silence.

"In fact, there were not many injured, but every time a German plane flew over, someone would be killed."

Olga explained, "We are missing an artillery shield. It would be great if there was an artillery shield."

"There will be artillery shields, there will definitely be them." Father Seryosha assured.

Before Wei Ran could ask any more questions, the horse-drawn sledge had stopped, and Wei Ran saw two rows of simple graves.

Some of these tombs have been covered tightly by snow, and in some others stacked stones can still be seen.

At the edge of the cemetery, under a birch tree with branches that had lost all its leaves, there were piles of large and small stones.

On the trunk of this tree, 25 mm caliber artillery shells were hung with ropes or wires. When the biting cold wind blew into the cemetery, those shell shells were also pushed by the wind.

They collided with each other and made a nice crashing sound.

It wasn't until he was standing here that Wei Ran noticed that there were three other burrows in the other three directions. Their relative positions to the one that had just served as the operating room just formed the four points of a square.

And this cemetery is located in the middle of this square.

"Just bury it here."

As Father Seryosha said, he had already picked up Vanya's body and placed it in the empty space in the second row of graves.

There was no pause, no condolences, and even before all the militiamen at the position arrived, Jonia and Olga each picked up pieces from under the birch tree with forked branches.

Stones were placed around Vanya's body, covering it up bit by bit.

At the same time, Father Seryosha also took off a cannon shell, then pulled out a Finnish hunting knife from his waist, roughly carved Vanya's full name on the shell, and then stuffed it in

below the neck of the corpse.

After reacting, Wei Ran also picked up pieces of cold stones and helped bury the body of the transporter Vanya.

"clang--"

Father Seryosha pulled out a Nagant revolver and tapped the cartridge case hanging on the tree trunk with the handle of the gun.

"That's it"

After speaking, Father Seryosha asked Wei Ran to get on the sledge, raised his hand and pointed to the pit that was almost diagonal to the pit that served as the operating room, and said, "Comrade Victor, you can
To be continued...