On the morning of April 28, the rumbling sound of artillery fire was getting closer and closer. From time to time, a shell would even hit the buildings on both sides of the alley, scattering large areas of broken bricks and tiles.
But since the morning fog dissipated, no injured people have been brought over. On the contrary, the tent that served as the operating room had two holes the size of pot lids smashed by bricks. Even the seriously injured people who stayed around the tent
As well as medicines and supplies that had not been moved into the basement in time, they were all buried in the newly formed ruins.
Under the intense busyness of everyone, the dilapidated tent was urgently moved to a shell crater formed a long time ago, and the four young soldiers who were left behind were all sent to a distant cinema for refuge.
"Marco, take Mario and Moura to the cinema." Father Hans sat on a discreet three-legged chair while letting Dr. Rocky help him sew up the brick on his forehead that had just been accidentally hit by a brick.
He said while looking at the open wound.
"I want to stay." Marco pointed to the major uniform on his body. "My mission is to protect this clinic and all of you. Let Victor go. He can just take care of the wounded."
"I..."
"Save it, all of you!"
Dr. Lodge cut off the sutures and took over the topic before Wei Ran finished speaking, "The cinema is not much safer than here, and here is not much more dangerous than the cinema. It is better for us not to separate at this time. In addition, Marco, let's
Your brother and Maura should go to the basement first. If it’s really too dangerous, we can hide in there. And, Nurse Leni, you should go down first too!”
"That's fine." After hesitating for a moment, Father Hans finally agreed to Dr. Lodge's decision.
While they were dressing Father Hans's wounds, Marco and the little nurse Leni took Mario and Maura into the bathroom in the ruins, lifted the bathtub, and sent the two little guys in.
"Mario, stay inside quietly." Marco lay down at the entrance of the cave and gave the final instruction.
"Brother, I..."
"Mario, protect Mora." Marco just said a word, and a look of strength immediately appeared on Mario's face, "I will protect her!"
However, as the only entrance and exit above his head was tightly covered by a heavy bathtub, the strength and bravery on Mario's face were immediately replaced by fear. On the contrary, Maura looked at the other people sitting on the folding bed with a look of surprise.
A child, one of these children was actually her classmate!
And Mario was not really as stupid as Father Hans said. He immediately guessed the general truth and asked in disbelief, "Moura, they... they are all..."
Maura hugged a little girl of the same age who had eczema on her face, and nodded happily to Mario, "Are you scared? Or do you want to give us all to your head?"
"I...I'm not afraid!"
As Mario spoke, he stepped backwards, and then he accidentally tripped over a wooden box covering the ground. But before the wound on his butt touched the ground, he was held up by a woman with eczema on her face.
"Be careful"
The woman pointed gently at the Youth League knife that Mario hung on his overalls, "This knife is so beautiful, can you lend it to me?"
"Yes...it's okay." Mario suppressed his cry, tremblingly pulled out the dagger and handed it to the woman who supported him.
The woman held back a smile and took the dagger, then bent down to find a carrot with dirt in it from the box under the folding bed. After carefully peeling it clean with a knife, she divided it in half and gave it to Mario and Mora.
, "Eat it, it's very sweet. Every child who comes here can get a piece of fruit, but it's a pity that you came at the wrong time, and now only the carrots are left."
"Can you return the knife to me?" Mario asked timidly.
"certainly"
The woman carefully wiped the knife clean and put it back into its sheath, and helped Mario hang it on his overalls. At the same time, she said with a smile, "Major Marco said you can protect our safety?"
"I..."
Mario held the half carrot and thought about it, then looked back at Mora who was chatting with his good friend. Finally, he nodded affirmatively and said categorically, "My brother is right! I will protect you."
!”
Gently touching Mario's little head, the woman smiled softly and said, "Then it's up to you, our little warrior."
Mario, who was completely unaware that his concept had been secretly changed, suddenly became confused because of the words "little warrior", and even the tears that were about to fall were forced to hold back.
The other women in the basement smiled at each other and continued to busy themselves quietly. On the surface filled with gunpowder smoke, Wei Ran and others were also hiding in the shell crater, anxiously waiting for the possibility of a possible attack at any time.
The wounded were sent over, or the war could end at any time.
Perhaps because there were not as many injured people sent here as usual, this day seemed to pass extremely slowly.
"Why haven't the wounded been sent over yet?" Marco couldn't sit still. "Could it be that the Soviets were beaten away?"
"Have you been infected by your brother's stupidity?"
Father Hans said angrily, "It's not that the Soviets were beaten away, but that the soldiers on the other side of the Moltke Bridge probably couldn't withdraw. That's why no wounded were sent over. And those Soviets were far away from Moltke
The bridge must be very close, so close that even the surrounding residents have fled, and only the four of us are still guarding the broken tent like idiots."
"Put up the white flag," Dr. Lodge said abruptly, "Maybe it will be more useful than the Red Cross."
"Wait a minute, now is not the time yet."
Father Hans lit a cigarette and said, "At least we have to wait until the Soviets capture the Moltke Bridge, otherwise we will probably be shot to death by the idiots supervising the team."
In the damp shell crater, Wei Ran and others fell into silence again. After a long time, panicked shouts came from the ruins blocking the alley. A young German soldier ran over and shouted, "Doctor Lodge, Doctor Hans."
, and Doctor Victor, the cinema was just destroyed by a shell!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Everyone in the shell crater stood up quickly. Father Hans was the first to ask, "How are the wounded?"
"Several of them were trapped under the stone slabs!"
The young soldier held his helmet and shouted, "A few more were hit. They are going to die!"
"I'll go!" Wei Ran stood up carrying the heavy metal medicine box and kerosene gas lamp, "You continue to guard here!"
"I'll go with you!" Father Hans also grabbed the medicine box and kerosene gas lamp beside him, "Marco, you stay to protect Dr. Lodge!"
"Pay attention to safety!" Dr. Rocky warned worriedly.
"So are you." Before Hans finished speaking, he had already climbed out of the crater with Wei Ran.
Under the leadership of the young soldier, Wei Ran and Father Hans walked through the ruins and ducked into the collapsed cinema. Then they heard a continuous scream and cry.
Most of the cinema has collapsed, and only one area near the curtain is still safe. At this time, all the surviving wounded have gathered here. In the collapsed area, the three young soldiers are working hard to dig.
Pinned survivors.
"Fortunately, Marco and the others were not allowed to come over." Father Hans muttered. After lighting the kerosene gas lamp, he quickly opened the medicine box and started the treatment work.
But in fact, except for those who were only scratched and could receive effective treatment, the rest of the seriously injured, especially those who were still pressed under the stone slabs, all the two of them could do was to give them a slap on the wrist.
Ma Fei took a shot to relieve the pain, and then watched helplessly as they stopped breathing.
"Clang!"
Wei Ran threw the glass medicine bottle aside and stabbed the last Ma Fei into a little girl who was suppressed from the waist down.
As the glass syringe was pulled out, the expression of pain finally disappeared from the blood-stained and dusty face of the little girl who looked like she was not yet an adult. But before the medicine had worn off, the little girl froze up and stopped moving.
, letting the doll she was holding in her arms roll down the steps and fall under the curtain she wanted to escape from.
"ah--!"
The young soldier who had been trying to rescue the little girl just now let out a desperate roar, and then under everyone's dull gaze, he took out a P38 pistol from his arms, put it against his chin, and simply pulled the trigger!
"Bang!" The clear gunshot echoed for a long time in the mostly collapsed cinema, and warm blood splashed onto Wei Ran's face. The young body, like the doll just now, rolled and rolled along.
The stairs rolled down.
"grass!"
Wei Ran reacted and slammed the syringe in his hand to the ground before he could put it down. Then he collapsed and covered his head, and sat down on the steps next to the little girl's body.
He had no sympathy for these Germans, let alone those soldiers who wore swastikas and eagles on their uniforms.
From the Battle of Stalingrad, from Position 19 on the Don River, from Finland's man-eating winter, Wei Ran hypnotized himself again and again, trying to make himself believe that the cowhide notebook sent him back, and he was just experiencing an overly real war.
Game. Even if it is not a game, the Soviets, Germans and even Finns who died in the war have nothing to do with us!
But when the warm blood splashed on his face, all the lies and comforts he had lied to himself were exposed in an instant. One after another fresh life disappeared in front of his eyes, that kind of pale and cheap
The sense of powerlessness finally made the reason he had tried to maintain for a long time completely collapse at the moment the soldier committed suicide!
The wailing ruins of the cinema fell into silence after the gunshots. In the space illuminated by two kerosene lamps, only Wei Ran's uncontrollable crying and curses that they could not understand were left.
Father Hans sighed, silently took out a Ma Fei, walked to Wei Ran's side, pulled his arm open, and pushed in a small amount of medicine.
"Let's sleep for a while. When you wake up, maybe the war will be over." Father Hans held Wei Ran's shoulders and waited until the medicine took effect. Then he struggled to stand up and walked towards another survivor waiting for treatment.
