Among the ruins shrouded in morning mist, Wei Ran and others kept a reasonable distance from the Soviet Red Army instructor Ivan. On the floor between the two sides, there was a bonfire that was constantly heating fish soup, and not far away there were still
Mikhail, a Soviet Red Army commando who fell into a coma, has become the focus of attention from both parties.
Watching Wei Ran push the medicine into his comrade's body with burning eyes, Ivan waited patiently for the other person to change the needle, refill the medicine and come to his side, and then asked, "How is his condition?"
After pushing the second injection of anti-inflammatory medicine into Ivan's body, Wei Ran collected the syringe and medicine bottle and said, "He is still having a fever. Only if he survives the abdominal infection can he have a chance to survive. After all, you guys were soaked in the water too much."
long time."
Hearing this, Ivan looked worriedly in the direction of the Moltke Bridge again, and then looked down at his amputated left leg. After a moment of silence, he struggled to stand up.
"What are you going to do?" Wei Ran closed the medicine box and supported Ivan who almost fell.
"Moltke Bridge, I want to go back to Moltke Bridge." Ivan said anxiously.
"You don't care about your companion Mikhail?"
Wei Ran simply let go of the opponent's arm, "And you think you can get through the blockade in your current state? Or, do you think you can help just with the unloaded pistol in your hand?"
Ivan was about to open his mouth when Wei Ran pointed to Mikhail, who was lying not far away and was still in a coma, "And him, we are just doctors. We may be able to save him, but we may not be able to protect him.
he."
"Where are our weapons?" Ivan asked hoarsely.
"Thrown into the river"
After speaking, Wei Ran took a few steps to the side, bent down and picked up a wooden stick with a thick wrist and handed it to the former, "If you want to go, you can go. We won't stop you, and we can't help you."
Looking at the direction of the Moltke Bridge again, Ivan finally sat down against the wall again helplessly.
"Victor, what's wrong?" Dr. Lodge asked after Wei Ran sat down next to him. At the same time, Father Hans and Marco also gathered around.
"He wanted to die on the Moltke Bridge, but I stopped him." Wei Ran said helplessly.
"Then let him go," Father Hans said angrily, "You don't have to stop him."
Before Wei Ran could say anything, the sound of artillery fire came from the other side of the river. The shells passed quickly over the heads of everyone and hit the opera house not far away. Several shells were fired at the opera house not far away.
The misplaced shells caused smoke and dust that even reached the ruins where they were hiding!
"Get down!"
Father Hans, Wei Ran and Ivan, who had just sat down, shouted in German or Russian one after another. Even while shouting, Ivan threw off the wooden stick in his hand and struggled to crawl to the unconscious Miha.
El's side was blocking the latter's body with his own body.
The shattered bricks were thrown up into the air by the shock wave, then fell down again, scattering everywhere like a devastating hailstorm. Everyone covered their heads and hid behind the remaining low wall while crawling.
, curled up as much as possible and waited for the bombardment to end.
Just at this moment, a piece of broken brick as big as a palm hit Ivan's shoulder. The pain was so severe that his whole body couldn't help but tremble. But then, he endured the pain and continued to pull Mikhail's shoulder.
Try your best to move your body towards the corner of the wall little by little.
Seeing this, Dr. Rocky rushed over first, and Wei Ran quickly followed to help. Marco, who had been hiding, saw Wei Ran move, and wanted to follow him out, but then he was kicked out by Hans' father.
He was dragged back to the corner.
With the help of Wei Ran and Dr. Rocky, Ivan and the unconscious Mikhail were all dragged into the corner. At this time, the few of them could no longer care about anything else, squeezing into each other like chicks fighting against the storm.
together.
With almost everyone cursing, the brief bombardment finally ended. The disgraced people looked at each other, and after confirming that they were all still alive, they stood up tentatively.
"Father Hans!" Marco exclaimed, "bathtub! Over there in the bathtub!"
Everyone looked over, and then discovered that the two remaining walls not far away from the bathtub had collapsed, and even the vent in the basement had been buried!
Father Hans glanced at Ivan who had noticed something was wrong, and then asked, "Rocky, if we want to save the people in the basement, we must kill these two Soviets, or at least kill the one who is awake.
!”
"You have time to kill people, why not hurry up and move the bricks away!" Before Dr. Rocky finished speaking, he had already run towards the half-buried bathtub not far away.
Father Hans sighed, looked at Ivan again, and finally followed Wei Ran and Marco to the bathtub, working together to clean the entrance and exit of the basement.
Amidst the clattering sound, large and small bricks and a large piece of cement wall that was still stuck together were pushed open with difficulty by everyone, revealing the deformed enamel bathtub.
Father Hans once again glanced at Ivan, who was holding the broken wall behind him and looking here, and finally sighed, allowing Dr. Lodge to move the bathtub with the help of Marco and Wei Ran.
"Leni, are you okay?" Dr. Lodge was lying at the entrance of the cave and shouted nervously.
"not too good!"
Nurse Leni, who was hiding in the basement, slightly dimmed the gas light that had just been lit, and responded anxiously, "The bathroom collapsed, Nurse Pam was buried in it to save Mario, and several children were trapped by the exhaust fan.
It’s scratched!”
"We'll go down right away!"
After finishing speaking, Dr. Lodge climbed down and hurriedly ordered, "Hans, you and I go down, Marco will guard outside, and I will give you the submachine gun below. Victor, you go get us
medicine box! Hurry!"
The other three looked at each other, and then turned to look at Ivan who was watching the fun behind the wall not far away. At this time, even Wei Ran could not help but feel murderous intentions.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Go," Hans said abruptly, "He is just a wounded person now."
Wei Ran was startled, then took a step forward and was the first to run in Ivan's direction.
Under Ivan's nervous gaze, Wei Ran slung one of the medicine boxes on his shoulders, then picked up the other two medicine boxes and ran towards the basement.
"Victor" Ivan called Wei Ran.
"What's wrong?" Wei Ran stopped and asked with his back to Ivan.
Ivan opened his mouth, and the content of what he originally wanted to ask changed, "Do you need my help?"
"Just take care of your comrades." Before Wei Ran could finish his words, he had already started walking again and ran towards the basement.
When he came back, Marco already had an MP40 submachine gun in his hand. At this time, he was hiding behind a pile of bricks, nervously pointing the gun at Ivan, who was only six or seven meters away.
"Don't point your gun at the two Soviets, lest it cause misunderstanding." Wei Ran reminded him while handing the first aid kit to the basement.
"Okay, okay" Marco quickly changed direction and pointed the gun towards the entrance of the alley.
Seeing this, Wei Ran climbed up the ladder into the basement and covered the entrance with a deformed bathtub.
In such a short time, the upper body of the little nurse named Pam had been dug out, and Dr. Lodge and Father Hans had also opened the medicine box and began to help the children who were scratched by the falling exhaust fan.
They clean the wounds.
Just when Wei Ran put on gloves and was about to help, Dr. Lodge stopped what he was doing and reminded, "Victor, their injuries are not serious, so don't worry, and try not to sew the wounds too ugly. Their lives
just began."
Wei Ran was stunned when he heard this, then nodded, "I understand."
With Dr. Lodge's reminder, Wei Ran was extra meticulous this time, trying to align the debridement wounds neatly and carefully completing each suture.
After finishing the suturing work on the last woman's forehead wound, Dr. Lodge and Father Hans came over to check it out. The former even praised without hesitation, "It turns out that your sewing is not bad."
"I just..."
"Victor just doesn't want to work in your clinic," Hans' father joked before Wei Ran could finish.
Dr. Lodge frowned and pointed to the top of his head, "Now is not the time to joke."
"Now are you thinking about those two Soviets?" Father Hans said mercilessly, "Killing them before others come over is the best choice."
In the bright basement illuminated by kerosene lamps, Wei Ran said while cleaning the vent blocked by bricks, "Maybe we can let him come here to take a look."
"Are you crazy?" Father Hans frowned.
"We should be lucky that he is at least a Soviet Red Army instructor, and not someone who only steals watches."
Wei Ran explained without looking back, "As long as he is willing to stay here to recuperate, maybe the women and children in the basement will be relatively safe."
"Let him come down and take a look."
Doctor Lodge did not hesitate for long before making his decision, "At least until the Soviets have completely occupied this place, the initiative is still in our hands. And at least the basement is safer than the surface."
After listening to Wei Ran's translation, Father Hans and Dr. Lodge had a heated discussion, and finally nodded reluctantly, agreeing to Ivan's deal.
"Victor, tell him that this pistol was left to me by my father, and I can only give him the bullets." Dr. Lodge pulled out a Ruger pistol and unloaded the bullets from the magazine.
said.
Unexpectedly, after Wei Ran finished the translation, Ivan waved his hand happily, and even threw the P38 without bullets he originally got from Wei Ran to Father Hans, "Take the pistol, the bullets are also there."
You don’t have to give it to me. If you have extra bullets, you can also fill the magazine of the pistol, so that at least you have a chance to kill me when you think I have deceived you."
"This Soviet guy seems different from the one on the radio," Dr. Lodge muttered in surprise.
On the other hand, Father Hans, who had caught the pistol, snorted coldly, reached into his pocket and took out a few pistol bullets, pressed them into the magazine of the pistol in front of Ivan, and then pulled out a few hospital signs from the bathtub.
Throwing the pants to Wei Ran, "You and Marco go and carry the wounded person over."
Catching the blood-stained pants, Wei Ran explained to Ivan, bent down to pick up two sticks with thick wrists, and called on Marco, who was still hiding behind a pile of bricks not far away, to help carry the wounded.
After threading the legs of these trousers with the two sticks they picked up, Wei Ran and Marco lifted Mikhail, who was still unconscious, to lie down, and carefully carried him back to the entrance of the basement.
With the help of Father Hans and Dr. Rocky, Mikhail was sent to a relatively safe basement. However, Father Hans put a loaded pistol into the hands of Nurse Leni. Waiting for them to come up again
At that moment, Marco handed the submachine gun to Ivan's hand.
After checking the submachine gun against the wall, Ivan slowly sat down and put the submachine gun on his only remaining leg. The muzzle of the gun was pointed in the direction of the Kroll Opera House intentionally or unintentionally. He had nothing to say.
Wei Ran chatted about the clinic with only its foundation left under his butt.
After learning about Dr. Lodge's experience and that the girls and children in the basement were Jewish, Ivan even moved his hand that had been resting on the trigger guard aside.
While the adults on the surface were chatting, the basement was also extremely lively. Mario, whose butt was still wrapped in gauze, limped to the side of the unconscious Mikhail and carefully poked the man's stubble.
He looked at the Jews who were whispering around him, and finally reached out and pinched the Soviet Medal of Patriotism, Second Class, on the chest of Mikhail's uniform.
His good friend Oliver has many similar medals at home. It is said that his father sent them back from the battlefield when he was still alive. Oliver usually shows off those beautiful metal pieces.
"Is this how Oliver's dad got these medals?"
Mario looked at the medal he was holding, then looked up at the Soviet man who was still lying on the bed and didn't wake up. He felt like a shameful thief.
"Maybe Oliver's dad was a thief too?"
Mario suddenly felt that the medal he had once admired so much did not seem so good-looking. After hesitating for a moment, he finally let go of his dirty little hand.
However, before he could move his hand away, the Soviet man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Mario's wrist!
"Ah!" Mario's eyes widened and he began to howl at the top of his lungs, followed by a panicked struggle and the howling of his brother Marco on the surface!
"Mario!" Marco instantly threw aside the cigarette he had just lit, and was about to rush into the basement while crawling.
Ivan's reaction was also not slow. Although he didn't know what happened inside, he immediately made a guess after hearing the exclamations of the women in the basement.
Before Marco's feet could even touch the basement floor, Ivan had already crawled over, looked at the basement illuminated by gas lights, and shouted to his comrade who was being pointed at by Nurse Leni, "Mi
