Subconsciously, he looked back at the two stretcher-bearing soldiers who had run away. When Wei Ran turned around, he was not surprised to find the black soldier lying behind the wreckage of the landing vehicle with the same surprised look on his face.
With his previous experience, he naturally knew what the black soldier was surprised about. As for Wei Ran himself, he was surprised that the white stretcher bearer had a completely opposite attitude to the shirtless white soldier before.
The two looked at each other briefly, and Wei Ran took away the other's hand that had been covering his abdomen with a normal expression. Then he saw a wound that was more than ten centimeters long in the abdominal cavity, with the deepest wound in the middle.
The position, as the white stretcher-bearer said, had squeezed out a large mass of colorful intestines.
Fortunately, luckily among misfortunes, although the wounds on the black soldier's abdomen looked scary, his intestines were not damaged at all.
Looking around, Wei Ran opened the medical bag quickly and injected morphine into the opponent first. At the same time, he kept saying, "I want to stitch up your wound first. Just hold on."
"Thank you! Thank you!" the frightened black soldier replied tremblingly...
"Which army are you from?" Wei Ran asked while preparing suturing equipment, trying his best to ease the other party's anxiety.
"Seabees, Colored Company of the Construction Battalion, I am a loader and am responsible for carrying ammunition." The black soldier endured the panic and replied, "Our supplies were bombed just now, and it seems that I am the only one who survived."
Colored company?
Wei Ran couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard this discriminatory number, "Don't worry, you will survive. I will suture your wound now, don't move around."
While speaking, he pinched the wound with a hemostat. Seeing that there was no expression of pain on the black soldier's face, he immediately took out a bottle of saline and roughly washed away the sand around the wound and on the intestines, and then placed it there
The black soldier stuffed all the squeezed-out intestines back into his abdominal cavity with a look of amused horror.
After three or two stitches, the wound was bandaged, and then he took out a penicillin from his bag and pushed it on him. Wei Ran looked around and asked, "Where are your medical soldiers or stretcher bearers?"
"I don't know, I don't know where they are."
The black soldier replied with a hint of despair, "I even suspect that those medical soldiers and stretcher bearers are also responsible for carrying ammunition now."
“So outrageous”
Wei Ran looked around and simply handed the M1 carbine in his hand to the other party, "Just hold on, I'll find someone to take you back."
Upon hearing this, the black soldier immediately took the carbine and aimed it in the direction of the high ground directly in front of the beach and was about to fire.
"No need to open fire," Wei Ran quickly reminded, "You can't hit anyone from this far away. Just wait for me here."
While speaking, Wei Ran had already rushed out of the wreckage of the landing vehicle where he was hiding, dodging back and forth between the bomb craters, looking for the stretcher bearer he met before to see if he could help.
However, after this search, the stretcher bearer was not found, but he met the black man Will who he met when he treated the first black man.
"Will, Will!" Wei Ran patted Will's shoulder hard, "Come here! Do me a favor!"
"What do you need me to do?" Upon hearing this, Will immediately put down the ammunition box he was carrying and ran forward with Wei Ran.
"Where did you send your companions just now?" Wei Ran asked loudly amidst the sound of artillery fire.
"Landing vehicle!"
Will also shouted and replied, "The landing vehicle transporting supplies can take the wounded back when they return."
Wei Ran jumped into a bomb crater with half a corpse lying there, pointed at the wreckage of the landing vehicle in the distance and shouted, "That wreckage of the landing vehicle, the smoking one! There is a black soldier behind it, find a way to send him away
To the landing vehicle."
"no problem!"
Will said as he was about to jump out of the crater, but was pulled out by Wei Ran, "His abdomen is injured, so carry him sideways and don't put any force on his abdomen! Do you understand?"
"Understood!" Wilby made an OK gesture and rushed out despite the continuous bombardment.
After sending away the black man Will, Wei Ran was not in a hurry to leave the crater. Now he wanted to find out which battle this battle was that was so different from his expectations, and what day it was today.
.
In addition, if the black Will just now is the Will mentioned in the metal book, then he has to find Tom and Marshall as soon as possible and a camera that can take a photo of them.
After dispelling the complicated thoughts in his mind, Wei Ran took off the red cross cuff on his arm and soaked it in the mud in the center of the crater, then stuffed the mesh cover of his helmet to cover the red cross logo on it.
Not daring to stay in one place for long, Wei Ran tried his best to avoid the supplies on the beach that were destined to attract artillery strikes and the direction of the main attack, and at the same time, he also tried his best to treat the wounded he encountered.
After helping two white people and a black man take care of their injuries respectively and being sent away by stretcher bearers or other black soldiers, Wei Ran had just hid behind a blown-up tank and was about to take a breather when he
A faint sound of panicked prayers could be heard amidst the deafening sound of artillery fire.
After following the sound, Wei Ran almost couldn't hold back his laughter, because a soldier had dug a foxhole under the wreckage of the destroyed tank. At this time, he was lying on a pile of dirt.
In the foxhole of the water, I was praying to God for help and crossing myself over and over again.
On the helmet next to him, there is a black-covered Bible, and on top of it is a 1911 pistol with carvings and an ivory handle patch. If nothing else, you can tell by that pistol alone.
, this guy is at least a rich man.
"Hey! Can you make room for me?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wei Ran probed half of his head and asked, he had an impression of this soldier. When he first landed, the soldier seemed to be right next to him.
"Yes! Come in quickly! Come in quickly!"
The soldier was startled at first, then quickly turned over and pulled away the wet sand to signal Wei Ran to enter.
After struggling to get his upper body under the ruined chassis of the tank, Wei Ran turned on the flashlight hanging on his chest and asked, "Are you injured?"
"No...yes! I'm injured!" The soldier abruptly changed his words mid-sentence, "My leg is injured! I can't move!"
"Then just think your leg is injured."
Wei Ranhun responded nonchalantly, and then asked, "First time on the battlefield?"
Hearing this, the white soldier, who looked to be at least thirty years old, nodded in horror, "This is the first time. I have been at Pearl Harbor before. This is the first time I have been sent to the front line. By the way, I am a
Chaplain, chaplain."
"But now it seems like even God can't help you..." Wei Ran said tactfully.
"This is my first time on the battlefield"
The military chaplain said bitterly, "The battlefield is different from what I imagined. Now I feel that I need God's help more than anyone else."
"It would be great if God could charge with a gun," Wei Ran joked without leaving a trace, and then asked abruptly, "What day is today?"
"The 21st, July 21st." The pastor looked at Wei Ran in confusion.
"Do you know where this is?" Wei Ran continued to ask.
"Of course I know!" The military chaplain became more and more puzzled, but still answered Wei Ran's question, "Guam, this is Asan Beach in Guam. What exactly do you want to say?"
Guam on July 21st? Battle of Guam? So I will survive here for nearly a month?
Wei Ran sighed secretly, then pointed to the Bible beside him, and said seriously, "Since you still know what time it is and where you are now, you should know that there are many wounded people on the battlefield outside who need you.
And your God helps isn’t it?”
Hearing this, the military chaplain showed hesitation and fear on his face, but at the same time he subconsciously shrank back.
"One more thing to remind you"
Wei Ran said while retreating, "It's equally unsafe here, or even more unsafe. Once soldiers hide near the wreckage of this tank as a bunker, they will definitely attract artillery fire from the other party. Once you are buried,
Down below, neither I nor the other soldiers will waste time digging you out. You can only wait to die here. If you are lucky enough to survive until the tide comes in, you will die of drowning."
At this point, Wei Ran had already withdrawn his upper body from the small space dug out under the tank chassis, "So instead of doing this, it is better to come out, so that even if you are injured, you will be treated."
"Stop talking, stop talking, I'm coming out now!"
The military chaplain who was hiding under the wreckage of the tank had already put the Bible in his arms as he spoke. After putting on his helmet hurriedly, he climbed out with a pistol and said, "Medical soldier, help me quickly."
"Victor, my name is Victor."
Wei Ran grabbed the other person's extended hand, pulled it out and asked, "What's your name?"
"Tom, my name is Tom! Thank you Victor, and may God bless you." Before the military chaplain finished speaking, he was dragged out by Wei Ran.
"Are you Tom?"
Wei Ran muttered to himself, memorizing the other person's appearance carefully, pulling him up and reminding him, "Whether God bless or not is God's business. Be careful and don't run to the front. God is not needed there."
"
"Can I tag along with you?"
Pastor Tom asked nervously. He didn't look like the legendary military chaplain who could breastfeed and spank at all. At this time, he looked more like a living, normal person who knew how to be afraid.
"Of course I have no objection"
Wei Ran hesitated for a moment and said in advance, "Of course, I might treat black people. If you mind, you'd better tell me in advance. I don't want to have a gun pointed at my head again."
"It doesn't matter," Tom said without thinking, "black people are also God's children."
"That only proves that there is a black old man living next door to God."
Wei Ran once again secretly made up a sentence in his heart, looked around, ducked and rushed towards a crater that had just been blasted in the distance. Upon seeing this, Pastor Tom immediately chased after him with a Bible in one hand and a fancy pistol in the other.
Go up.
Almost at the moment the two of them jumped into the crater, the wreckage of the tank where Tom had just been hiding was hit by a shell.
Tom's face turned pale, and he subconsciously crossed himself on his chest again, "God bless!"
"Obviously I saved your life..." Wei Ran didn't bother to compete with God for credit, so he leaned out and pulled over a wounded man who was still twitching.
The condition of this wounded man was almost the most miserable he had ever encountered. His legs were gone from the knee down, but he stubbornly tied up the wound with rag strips he didn't know where he got.
Save yourself.
"Help me hold him down!"
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already administered morphine to the wounded man with ease, and then roughly started to stop the bleeding.
Tom was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly held down the injured person and provided all the help he could.
After simply completing the work of stopping the bleeding, he took a look with the fire probe, climbed out of the crater as quickly as possible and pulled in the second wounded person.
Compared to the previous one, this wounded man had all his hands and feet, but Wei Ran's heart sank when he saw the man's suppressed red face and the bloody foam pouring out of the corner of his mouth.
Cutting open the blood-stained shirt as quickly as possible, he and Pastor Tom saw several bullet wounds on the wounded man's chest and blood blisters gushing from the wounds.
"He was shot in the lung and he can't be saved." Wei Ran said as he climbed out of the crater to look for the third wounded person.
"Morphine, at least give him a morphine!" Tom said almost pleading.
Sighing, Wei Ran quickly took out a stick of morphine and stabbed it into the wounded man's body.
Tom smiled gratefully at Wei Ran, knelt beside the wounded man who was destined not to survive, and gently placed the blood-stained Bible in his arms. Then he took out the cross necklace with one hand and the other hand.
He held the wounded man's hand and began his last prayers amidst the flying gunfire.
"Father in heaven, please forgive this soldier's sins..."
