"Victor, how is the situation?" Carlo calmed down and asked Wei Ran, who was checking Trento's injuries in the cargo compartment.
“Not a big problem”
Wei Ran replied without raising his head, "The medical kit contains enough items to perform an operation on him, and there are also medicines that can help Pierre."
"I'm asking you," Carlo had to say again, "Are you sure you can perform surgery on him?"
"Of course, this is just a very simple minor surgery."
Wei Ran sat on a wooden box containing ammunition, "But the wind and sand here are too strong. We need to completely seal the box, and we also need enough lighting to get started."
"These are just minor obstacles"
As reporter Pell spoke, he untied the canvas sheds on the wooden railings on both sides of the cargo bucket, "Put down the two sides, and then cover the canvas under Trento's butt, which is enough to block all the sand."
"We can remove the lights from the motorcycle to provide lighting," Panetong said second.
"Then let's get started." Wei Ran stood up, "Carlo, get the motorcycle over, and then we lift Trento onto the motorcycle first."
"Are you really sure?" Carlo asked again before taking action.
"Is there a hospital or doctor nearby?" Wei Ran smiled and gave the same answer as when he treated Pierre last night.
"What you said makes sense." Carlo smiled and walked towards the motorcycle not far away.
While everyone was busy, Trento, who had been shot in the thigh, and Pierre, who was still suffering from a high fever, lay down on the motorcycle. Then the four of them worked together to lift the Breda anti-aircraft gun and some obstructive wooden boxes from the truck compartment.
Come down.
In this busy arrangement, everyone had something to gain. What made Carlo and Panetong most happy was that they discovered four boxes of Italian pasta and five boxes of canned tomatoes.
Just these two things, as long as they found water, were enough to cook the pasta they were craving for. In addition, a box of butter and a box of butter sealed in tin cans were found in the boxes that were originally covered by canvas.
There are boxes of olive oil that Italians love. In addition, there are four large boxes of French red wine!
But for Wei Ran, the surprise was the Breda 35 anti-aircraft gun that was carried down. This 20 mm caliber anti-aircraft gun used the same ammunition as his anti-tank gun, and with such ammunition, he
Several boxes were found in this car!
Under repeated questioning by everyone, Trento, who was shot in the thigh, had to tell the truth. These things were actually supplies from the 101st Division Headquarters!
"These bastards, we have been eating spoiled tuna cans for at least a month. Not only do they have pasta to eat, but they also have red wine to drink!" Panetong cursed through gritted teeth, opened a bottle of red wine, and raised his neck to mumble.
After taking two sips, he handed it to Carlo beside him.
The latter took the red wine and took a big gulp of it. After passing the bottle to Pell, he guessed indignantly, "Panetong, do you think our gentlemen at the 132nd Division Headquarters can also eat pasta and white wine at any time?"
Bread dipped in olive oil?”
"Is there any need to guess?"
Pell also took a sip of wine and said depressedly, "When we set out, I was wondering why the 101st Division headquarters asked me to ride in this truck, and also sent an armored vehicle to protect me. It turned out that it was in my name.
Protect their pasta!”
"You have time to chat, why not bring Trento up first."
Wei Ran, who was arranging the temporary operating room and secretly pried open an ammunition box, reminded, "In addition, you need to go to the surrounding sand dunes to guard me, lest the British come over just after I helped him take out the bullets."
"Immediately!" Panetong, who had already opened the second bottle of red wine, shook the bottle in his hand, "Victor, do you want to take a sip to quench your thirst first?"
Wei Ran shook his head and refused, dumbfounded, "Forget it, I'm afraid I might accidentally cut off Trento's leg if I drink too much."
"Then I'll keep this bottle for you, and we'll drink it when you're done." Panetong said while pressing the oak stopper into the mouth of the bottle.
"Panetong" Wei Ran reminded seriously, "We may not know how long it will take to find fresh water, so it's best to save some of that red wine."
Panetong quickly promised, "There are so many of us who only drink two bottles!"
Hearing this, Wei Ran stopped talking nonsense and reminded before pulling up the curtain, "Carlo, turn on the car lights. Before I go out, you must not lift the tarp, otherwise once sand gets into the wound, Tren
Tuojie really needs to have his leg amputated."
"Don't worry, Victor!" Carlo said, and together with German reporter Pell, he had already lifted Trento onto the cargo bucket tightly wrapped in canvas.
Just as Wei Ran fastened the double-layered canvas curtain, the motorcycle lights hanging on the ceiling also lit up with the sound of the engine outside, illuminating every detail in the dark cargo compartment.
"Trento, let me cover your eyes first to prevent you from being blinded by the light above your head, and also to prevent you from seeing the wound and being frightened to move around." Wei Ran reminded, holding a long piece of canvas.
"Come on," Trento closed his eyes and said nervously, "Victor, you must not saw off my legs."
"We don't lack Mussolini's ass, so why are you cutting off your legs?" Wei Ran joked while wrapping the former's eyes with a thick canvas.
After making sure that the other party could not see anything, Wei Ran gave him a dose of morphine, put on rubber gloves while the drug was taking effect, and immediately began the operation.
Trento was lucky. Although the bullet tore the muscles of his thigh and damaged the bones, it fortunately did not cause any damage to the main blood vessels. Undoubtedly, this is why he can survive until now without losing blood and dying.
The main reason for children.
He quickly took out the bullet, and then carefully sutured the muscles and epithelial tissue and wrapped them in dressings. Wei Ran carefully took out the medical box in the metal book and took out four bullets. It was absolutely rare in this era, but he said
Get the life-saving drug penicillin.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After taking back the medical kit, Wei Ran gave Trento a shot of penicillin, but he did not rush to untie the canvas from his eyes, but carefully removed the canvas from his feet.
From the ammunition box that was opened in advance, he took out 11 rounds of high-speed tungsten core armor-piercing bullets that his anti-tank gun could use and put them into his canvas bag.
After hiding the bullet, he untied the canvas from the opponent's face, then opened the curtain and motioned to Carlo who was guarding the motorcycle not far away, "Bring Pierre up too, and by the way, take Trento first."
Lift it down."
"Has it been taken out?" Carlo asked in surprise, "Is his leg okay?"
"It's nothing," Wei Ran responded with a smile.
After hearing this, Carlo was completely relieved. He called to the German reporter Pierre, and with the help of Weiran, he temporarily lifted Trento out of the cargo hopper. Then he lifted Pierre, who was still suffering from a high fever and even slightly unconscious.
Sent up.
After tying the canvas curtain, Wei Ran examined the man's broken arm and severely burned legs, then picked up the penicillin he had taken out earlier and gave him an injection, and then applied some to the burns on his legs in the car.
He opened the curtain and said to Panetong outside, "I see that your foot seems to have been limping for the past two days. Do you need me to take a look at it?"
"No need." Panetong pulled up his trouser legs and pointed at the bruise on the calf bone. "It was just a bump. But if you are willing, you should show the Englishman his injury."
"What happened to him?" Wei Ran asked, looking at the British man who had been pulled out from under the truck chassis.
"There was a cut on his head," German reporter Per said nonchalantly, "but there is no bleeding anymore, so there is no need to waste medicine on him."
"Even if my mule is injured, I won't just sprinkle a handful of sand on the wound to stop the bleeding." Carlo exposed Pell's approach angrily, "Victor, help him take a look."
"Bring it up"
Wei Ran said nonchalantly, he didn't have any bad feelings towards the British, but he didn't have any good feelings at all. After all, if we push forward a hundred years in this era, the pornographic films that were prevalent in China were sold by these troublemakers.
When Carlo and Panetong pushed the British prisoner, whose hands were still tied, onto the cargo bed, Wei Ran said "Set crotch" out of tune in the only English he knew, and then pointed at himself and said "Honey, knife"
"Te'er, I'm so angry".
Obviously, the British guy not only understood this English that was not even loose, but he also sat down and stretched his head out very obediently. At the same time, he imitated Wei Ran's "grammar" and said gratefully,
"Me, Harry, Harry·Burton.thanks, you, help, me!"
"Harry Potter?" Wei Ran muttered strangely in Chinese, and almost couldn't help but lift up the hair on his forehead that was stuck together with dried blood to see if there was a lightning bolt on his forehead.
"Burton, Harry Burton." The prisoner with the injured head corrected.
"It's just Harry anyway?"
Wei Ran didn't bother to argue with the other person's name and gave him a shot of morphine. After he was numb, he immediately began to clean the clotted wound and the hair around the wound until the dried blood mixed with fine sand was cleaned up.
, the wound began to flow out blood again, and then the wound on the other party's scalp, which was six or seven centimeters long, was sutured.
After bandaging Harry's head injury, Wei Ran waited patiently for him to recover from the morphine, and then used the few English words he knew to piece together and cross-examine, "Harry, H2...
.No, water, where have? you know?”
Afraid that the other party would not understand, Wei Ran pointed around and repeated, "Water, where have you?"
Harry, who had one eye wrapped with gauze to fix the wound, clearly understood what Wei Ran was saying again, but unfortunately, it was Wei Ran's turn that he couldn't understand what he said next.
Wei Ran, who had been tortured by English since he was a child, felt dizzy when he listened to it. He even had the illusion of going back to the English listening test back then. Finally, he asked simply and succinctly, "Water, where have? You knowyes?"
"Yes!"
The dizzy Harry, who was also communicating, endured the pain on the top of his head and gave an affirmative answer first, but then before Wei Ran could speak, another sentence popped out of his mouth that made him crazy.
