On the morning of April 25, the morning fog mixed with the smell of gunpowder shortened the field of vision to a distance of less than ten meters. But beyond the ten meters that could not be seen clearly or even further away, the sound of crossfire became clearer than before.
It was dense. Correspondingly, there were many more wounded people carried to the clinic than yesterday. Even more than half of them were German soldiers of various ages.
Therefore, from the first day of dawn, Dr. Lodge and Father Hans started the rescue work with Wei Ran. But there was an advantage. Although these German soldiers could not pay the medical expenses, they left a lot of supplies.
From gasoline to bread, from cigarettes to alcohol, there was even an amputee soldier who used his submachine gun as medical expenses.
But even so, near noon, the last anesthetic was completely exhausted while treating a child whose leg was broken. From then on, the dark clinic was filled with all kinds of screams, so that Rocky
The doctor and Father Hans had to put cotton balls in the ears.
Wei Ran, on the other hand, looked indifferent. The environment here was certainly not as good as the Hongqi Forest Farm, but no matter how much humans screamed, could it be compared to a wild boar tied to the operating table and being stabbed without anesthesia? Just kidding! Even ten people can compare.
Just a pig!
"Hans, where did you find this bastard?" Dr. Lodge shouted at the top of his lungs.
"What did you say?" Father Hans asked as he pulled out the cotton balls from his ears.
"Let me tell you, where did you find this bastard?" Dr. Lodge pointed at Wei Ran, who looked serious, "Does his ear have a switch?"
"how could I know!"
Father Hans impatiently plugged his ears again, picked up the saw and began to pull repeatedly on the thigh of the young soldier who looked a few years younger than Marco, using the fastest speed to cut the lower half of the blood till it was wet.
Sawed down.
At the same time, on the second floor where the skylight was opened, Mario was holding the P38 pistol given to him by his brother, looking with horror at the little Jewish girl Maura who was just across the table from him.
"Shoot!"
Marco sat on the side of the table and played with a shiny bullet, "Mario, I have loaded your pistol with bullets. As long as you pull the trigger, she will die. Even if she doesn't die, she may die."
You will be carried downstairs and have Father Hans and the others cut off your arms or legs. Then the blood may splash along the cracks in the ceiling and onto the soles of your shoes."
Looking at the frightened little kids on both sides of the table, Marco continued, "Of course, if you let Father Hans know that you killed his trophy, you will be sent downstairs soon.
On the operating table, listen to those screams, and when Father Hans saws off your arm, you have to remain silent like a real man."
"Stop talking! Stop talking!"
Mario, who was full of fear and holding a heavy pistol in both hands, stepped back and shook his head wildly. Then he sat down on the ground and vomited out all the bread and fish he had eaten at noon with a sound of "vomit!"
The golden beans also fell from the little face full of fear and hit the dusty floor, and then turned into mud balls the size of rice grains.
Marco suppressed his laughter and took the opportunity to wink at Maura, who was sitting upright on the side. Then he picked up the unloaded pistol, pulled Mario back to sit on the chair and pretended to be mysterious, "But
, Father Hans also said, if you can protect Maura, she will be your trophy. When the war is over and we drive away the Soviets, you can personally give her to Yuan Zuo. When the time comes, Yuan Zuo
I will definitely award you a Cross of Medal myself!"
"Really?!" Mario asked, clenching his dirty little hands without bothering to wipe the stains from the corners of his mouth.
"of course it's true!"
Marco made a guarantee with great certainty, "But the premise is that you must protect your trophy and not let her get hurt, let alone let her be snatched away by others. You must know that there are many people who want to catch the Jewish sacrifice."
Give it to Yuan Shu! If it is snatched away by others, you will have no chance at all."
"Can I take her to Yuantou now?" Mario asked eagerly with big eyes.
"No, of course not."
Marco shook his head quickly, "The leader is very busy now. He is busy directing everyone to fight the Soviets, and he has no time to see you."
"I..." Mario hesitated with a sullen face.
"If you think you can't protect her well, maybe Father Hans will give her to Victor, and then..."
"I can! I will definitely be able to protect her!" Mario made a promise in a panic before his brother finished speaking.
"The point is that no one should know that she is Jewish. It is best not to let others know that she is hiding here."
"Not even aunt?"
"Of course not!" Marco said firmly, "Have you forgotten who used to steal your chocolate?"
"Not even Oliver?" Mario's expression became more and more nervous, "He is my best friend."
"Of course not!" Marco shook his head simply, "No one can do it until Mora is handed over to Yuan Zuo."
"I...I understand!"
Mario gritted his teeth and glanced at Moura who was sitting opposite with fear, "I will protect my trophy! I won't let anyone take her away!"
"idiot..."
The little girl with a shaved head, Maura, murmured to herself. She was two years older than Mario, and since her father was taken away, she had been living in hiding, unlike someone who was brainwashed every day.
Mario was so free and innocent, so he naturally understood to some extent that Marco was actually helping him, not to mention that the person in advance had already told her in advance that there were no bullets in the gun.
Just at this time, there was a knock on the wooden door at the entrance of the stairs. Marco immediately stood up, while Mario waved his little hand towards Maura and gestured wildly, and at the same time opened the closet door at the innermost side of the room.
It wasn't until Maura was pushed into the closet by Mario and the closet door was closed that Marco opened the door and then saw the little nurse who was always wearing a mask and a hat.
"What's wrong?" Marco asked and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"There's a motorcycle and a car coming outside." The little nurse's words immediately made Marco nervous again.
"Quick, gauze!" Marco said nervously.
The young nurse was stunned, and quickly took out a large piece of blood-stained dressing from her pocket, and wrapped gauze on the former's face, blocking most of his face.
After a quick glance in the mirror, Marco reached out and picked up the big-brimmed hat hanging on the hanger by the door, put it on his head, closed the door and walked quickly down the stairs.
After he passed through the consulting room that looked like a slaughterhouse with a pale face, he immediately saw the motorcycle with a sidecar parked at the door, and sitting on the sidecar of this motorcycle was none other than his crazy doctor.
aunt!
"It's broken..." Marco subconsciously blocked the door of the clinic with his body and looked at his aunt slowly walking out of the sidecar in panic.
Marco's aunt seemed not to recognize him, and extended her right hand to salute with a fanatical look. After Marco responded to her blankly, she said businesslikely, "Major Rudy, we learned that you and
Your soldiers commandeered this clinic to provide help to frontline soldiers, so they specially sent some medicines and supplies, and brought new tasks."
"What mission?" Marco asked subconsciously.
Marco's aunt looked at the car parked at the alley behind her and said expressionlessly, "Guard this clinic and help every German who needs help, whether he is a soldier or a civilian."
Finally looking at Marco, who had a dull look on his face, the woman reached out her right hand enthusiastically and shouted loudly, "Germany will eventually win!"
This voice not only received a response from the soldiers behind him, but also woke Marco up.
"Germany will eventually win!" Marco quickly responded.
"Finally, thank you for lending me your motorcycle before."
"No...you're welcome..." Marco said dryly.
Marco's aunt raised her arm expressionlessly and directed the soldiers behind her to move boxes of medicines, food, and various consumables that might be used from the truck at the entrance of the alley, and pile them neatly
At the door of the clinic, he led the people and left simply, leaving only the BMW motorcycle with an mg42 machine gun on the sidecar parked alone at the end of the clinic.
Watching these people leave blankly, Marco shivered, walked quickly to the side of the motorcycle, and took out an inconspicuous ammunition bag from the deepest part of the sidecar.
Carefully opening the ammunition bag, I saw a heavy gold bar and a card the size of a cigarette box inside. I opened the card gently, and there was only a simple sentence written on it, "Take care of Mario until
He's an adult."
I turned around and looked at the entrance of the alley. Except for the smoke and moist vapor brought by the wind, the truck had long since disappeared.
Looking in the opposite direction towards the clinic, the faces of Wei Ran and the three people holding various medical instruments were full of surprise. Even the little nurse who was hiding poked out half of her head and looked at the pile of people in surprise.
Supplies at the door.
Father Hans glanced at the entrance of the alley, cheered up and said, "Now that we have the medicine, don't let the wounded suffer. Marco, move the things in quickly."
"Oh, it's coming, it's coming!" Marco hurriedly put the ammunition bag into his arms, and under the guidance of the little nurse, he found the most urgently needed anesthetic and moved it inside.
Almost at the same time that the first anesthetic was pushed into the wounded's body, Marco's aunt had already crossed the Moltke Bridge with heavily armed soldiers.
This fanatical woman stood at the bridge and slowly lit a cigarette and took a long puff. She glanced at the direction of the clinic with nostalgia in the lingering smoke, and muttered something stupid to herself. Then she took a
A young soldier handed her a submachine gun and rushed into the battlefield without hesitation.
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