In the indistinct prayers that were disturbed by the noise of artillery fire, the soldier who was shot in the chest finally closed his eyes, and Tom, who had been afraid to hide under the wreckage of the tank, seemed to have been reborn, his face
The fear he once had was replaced by piety and determination. As for Wei Ran, who had no faith at all, he had already dragged back the third wounded person.
Obviously, the addition of Pastor Tom made Wei Ran's treatment work much easier. He could hardly help with medical treatment, but he was able to successfully calm Wei Ran's anxiety with the help of the Bible and the prayers he said.
of wounded.
With the tacit cooperation between the two, each of the wounded received temporary treatment, and then were carried by the stretcher bearers running around the battlefield to the bunker built by bulldozers on the beach in the rear.
As time went by, the sun that originally hung high above his head gradually sank most of his body under the sea level. Wei Ran, who had no memory of how many wounded people he had rescued, had already exhausted all the medical supplies in the fourth group of medical kits.
Medication reserve.
But the battle showed no sign of stopping. Fortunately, with the artillery support of the warships on the sea, two troops had already occupied the high ground on both sides of the landing site. Now, only the front of the landing site is left.
High ground densely covered with fire points, and anti-slope artillery hidden behind this high ground.
The ruptured blood vessels were sutured amidst the wails of the wounded, and all the used medical instruments were thrown into the medical bag. Then he pushed it to Pastor Tom and said, "When you and the stretcher bearer go back, bring me two new ones."
Come back with a medical kit and enough morphine. If there is plasma, remember to get more..."
"give it to me!"
Pastor Tom, whose body was already stained with the blood of soldiers, made a hoarse promise. After being busy with Wei Ran for most of the day, he had completely let go of his fear. At least he would no longer subconsciously lie down and hug him just because he heard the sound of artillery.
Head.
Before Tom could hang the medical bag around his neck, the stretcher-bearer who had guided the guards to the position of the injured black man in the morning also ran over with his companions.
For most of the day, Wei Ran cooperated with the other party a lot. At the same time, he also learned that the stretcher bearer's name was Randy, and his partner's name was Adam.
"Randy, do you still have any in stock?" Wei Ran asked in a high voice.
Hearing this, Randy and Adam turned the stretcher over, looked at the bags on the back of the stretcher and replied, "No more. The last two medical bags have just been taken away by Chris."
"Where's the plasma?" Wei Ran put a casualty information label on the helmet of the wounded man at his feet, "He needs a blood transfusion and a dose of morphine."
"Then let's run faster!" Before Randy could finish his words, he had already put down the stretcher and carried up the wounded whom Wei Ran had just treated.
"Tom will also follow you back," Wei Ran reminded, "Bring him to me later."
"I'll find you!"
Before the words were spoken, Randy and Adam had already picked up the stretcher and ran to the rear, while Pastor Tom also ran away with his Bible whose pages were stained red with blood.
With the rescue work temporarily out of the way, Wei Ran had no intention of leaving his position. He just lay down in the foxhole dug by someone who didn't know who used the bomb hole to relieve his tired spirit.
Speaking of which, although the firepower of the Japanese army on the opposite side was fierce, it was much worse than the original No. 19 position on the Don River or the Battle of Berlin, even because of the crazy suppression of the naval guns at sea and the constant hovering overhead.
The bomb dropped by the plane would not pose much danger as long as he stayed in his hiding spot.
But those soldiers who fought head-on and had to risk their lives to capture the high ground were in a different situation. The dense firepower on the high ground, the direct artillery fired from behind the high ground, and the Japanese snipers hidden in the ruins brought them many challenges.
Massive casualties.
During this afternoon, he could no longer remember how many groups of reinforcements soldiers came from behind, let alone how many wounded soldiers he and Pastor Tom personally sent away, and how many soldiers sacrifices he witnessed with his own eyes.
He reached out and took out the pack of cigarettes from the mesh cover of his helmet. Wei Ran, who rarely smoked, took one out and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he took out a lighter he picked up and lit it, leaning against the wet skirmisher.
The wall of the pit took a big mouthful of pleasure.
For someone like him who rarely smokes, the nicotine released from this cigarette without a filter easily gave him a sense of dizziness.
After finishing a cigarette in a few puffs, Wei Ran cautiously stuck his head out to look at the battlefield, then quickly retracted and continued to wait for Pastor Tom to return.
However, after waiting for more than half an hour, not only Tom did not come back, but even the two stretcher bearers, who also had a good impression, did not come back.
Nothing will happen to them, right?
Wei Ran's heart sank, he risked standing up and looked around. After hesitating for a moment, he jumped out of the foxhole and ran back.
Bypassing the scorched earth, broken corpses, and large and small bomb craters, when he ran back to the beach landing site, he discovered that a bunker that looked safe enough had been built here, even here.
Behind the bunker, there is also a temporary field hospital.
But at this time, there was a very conspicuous shell crater near the hospital, which was not that big. There were even corpses lying around the shell crater that had not yet been taken away.
At this time, Pastor Tom and stretcher bearer Randy were working together to carry a wailing wounded man to the makeshift operating room.
"What's going on?" Wei Ran shouted and asked after catching up with Tom.
"Bombardment!"
The priest shouted in response, "Two shells just landed near the field hospital! Adam is dead, and several doctors are dead! Victor, go to the operating room to help!"
Wei Ran looked at the wounded on the stretcher, then at Randy who looked sad, and rushed into the temporary operating room without saying a word.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! This so-called temporary operating room is, to put it bluntly, a large trench with a roof. In addition to being relatively safer, the environment is not much better than outside, and even because of the distance
Being too close to the seaside, a layer of turbid seawater has accumulated on the ground that can submerge the feet. And in the corner a little further away, there is even a water pump working non-stop.
There were a total of four beds in this small operating room, but there were only two doctors busy with the operation. The wounded lying on the remaining two beds were only given blood plasma and morphine.
As soon as Wei Ran walked in, a female nurse loudly asked, "Can we do abdominal surgery? Or amputation!"
"I can do it all!" Wei Ran responded quickly, "But he's better at amputating limbs."
"God bless! Come here quickly!"
The female nurse immediately sent Wei Ran a set of surgical clothes. After helping him put them on, she immediately cut open the clothes of the wounded man who was still wearing the surgical clothes, revealing the severed arm wound that was restrained by the pressure band.
"I've already taken morphine"
The injured doctor said calmly, "Now I need to suture the blood vessels and..."
"I am a doctor now, lie down."
Wei Ran blocked the second half of the other person's sentence and tried the wound with a scalpel. Seeing that the other person felt no pain, he immediately started rough treatment procedures.
If you exclude the surrounding environment and the constant chatter in English, this place is almost the same as the small clinic next to the Moltke Bridge in Berlin. At most, there is no shortage of medical supplies here, and at the same time, the health experience is richer.
With the help of the nurse whose name he didn't even know, the wounded were carried onto the operating table one by one, and after treatment, they were quickly carried away. The turbid seawater under their feet was gradually dyed red by the dripping blood, and by the way,
This simple operating room was filled with the disgusting smell of blood.
Gradually, the sound of artillery outside gradually became sparse, and the sound of firefights became more and more distant, but the number of wounded soldiers sent in did not decrease at all.
After he helped a wounded man remove an eyeball that fell out of his eye socket for unknown reasons, the nurse immediately said, "Doctor Victor, we should change places."
"Change place?" Wei Ran glanced at the other party blankly, and then looked around again, only to realize that he and the helping nurse were the only ones left in the operating room at this time.
"Follow me!" Before the nurse could finish her words, she had already picked up the medical kit and was the first to leave the operating room.
It was only then that Wei Ran noticed that it was already dark outside. There were already a lot of supplies around, and even some wounded people were lining up, waiting to board the landing vehicle and return to the relatively safe battleship.
After following the female nurse for a hundred or two hundred meters in the dark, Wei Ran discovered that a temporary field hospital had been built here, and there were even bulldozers and excavators busy building bunkers and trenches around it.
"You can take a rest here." The female nurse took Wei Ran to the door of a tent. "This is the dormitory of Camp Seabee. I will bring you some food and drink later."
"thanks, thanks."
While Wei Ran thanked him, he also got into the tent, and then discovered that the three people inside were all acquaintances.
In addition to Pastor Tom, stretcher bearer Randy was also there, but the last acquaintance was the bulldozer driver who pointed a gun at him because he saved the black man, the shirtless soldier.
It's just that this guy has a band of gauze wrapped across his chest, making it look like he's wearing a strapless bra, which is a little nondescript and funny.
"Look who's here!"
The still shirtless soldier dropped the playing cards in his hand, then turned off the radio next to him, and said with a mocking look, "Tom, Randy, he is the shameful medic I just mentioned! He is the one who put the precious
Medicines were wasted on those black people!”
"Again, I don't think that's shameful."
Wei Ran glanced at Tom and Randy, who looked embarrassed, and sat down on a bed. While taking off his blood-soaked surgical clothes and military uniform, he said, "Of course, I don't think you are still there now."
You dare to point a gun at me."
"Marshall, that's enough!"
Tom was like a complete pastor at this time, "I have just said that all of us are equal before God!"
"We are all equal in front of doctors." Randy, the stretcher bearer, added, "Marshall, you should apologize to Victor. He saved many people today. And maybe you will need his help tomorrow."
"He should apologize to us!" Marshall said stubbornly, "He should go to the black people's tent to rest!"
"Are you Marshall?" Wei Ran looked at the other person in surprise. He had calculated everything, but he never expected that the bastard who once pointed a gun at him was Marshall!
"Have you heard of me?"
Marshall looked at Wei Ran with a mocking look on his face, and intentionally or unintentionally showed off the tattoo on his arm, which consisted of two crossed revolvers and a five-pointed star with a cowboy hat. Under the tattoo, there was a "
"Remember the Alamo" ribbon tattoo.
Just from this tattoo, we knew that this stubborn bastard must be from Texas, because before entering this war, Weihan had heard the phrase "Remember the Alamo" from Katenka and Makar more than once.
Remembering the Alamo) is a symbol of Texas independence.
Thinking of this, Wei Ran couldn't help but scolded the metal book again in his heart. Taking a photo of such a stubborn bastard and that black man Will would only be possible if one of them turned into a corpse.
"Answer my question!" Marshall stood up, walked to Wei Ran and asked with a cold face.
Glancing at the blood-stained gauze, Wei Ran gently pressed it. Seeing that the other party subconsciously took a step back due to the pain of the wound, he deliberately imitated Ji Ma's lewd expression and tone and said, "I
I've never heard of you, I just know a girl named Marshall. She wears the same top as you, but her breasts are much bigger than yours."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! This blatant ridicule immediately made Marshall raise his fist, but before his fist could hit Wei Ran's face, he was already beaten by Pastor Tom and
Randy, the stretcher bearer, also stopped him.
"Marshall! I order you in the name of God to put your fists away and apologize to Victor!" Tom shouted seriously.
"I don't believe in God!" As the stubborn Marshall spoke, he raised his leg and kicked Wei Ran who was close at hand.
"What if my rank as lieutenant requires you to apologize immediately?!"
Pastor Tom's tone became more and more stern, and he looked completely different from the terrified look he had when he was hiding under the wreckage of the tank.
"Then I will also use my sergeant rank to demand that he apologize to me!" Marshall said stubbornly.
"Tom, let him go."
Wei Ran coughed, took out a pair of shoulder badges stained with the blood of the wounded from his pocket, showed them to Marshall, and then said with an innocent face, "If I remember correctly, I seem to be a second lieutenant. Then sergeant,
I don’t need an apology from you, and I won’t apologize to you, but how about we shake hands and make peace? If you’re okay with it, I can buy you a beer.”
Marshall was stunned for a moment, then took advantage of the steps provided by Wei Ran and stretched out his hand reluctantly, "For the sake of the beer!"
"Of course, for the sake of the beer." Wei Ran smiled, stretched out his hand and shook it.
"Marshall, how come you are a sergeant?" stretcher bearer Randy asked in surprise, "Aren't you a bulldozer driver?"
"The promotion I received in Saipan, this time I was temporarily transferred here." After Marshall finished speaking, he looked at Wei Ran and asked in an unfriendly tone, "What about you, second lieutenant? Why did you end up on the front line?
You should stay in the battalion hospital."
"It's just an accident." Wei Ran spread his hands and said, "Give me your kettle and I'll get you some beer."
"Can you really get the beer?" Although Pastor Tom's tone was obviously distrustful, he still handed his kettle to Wei Ran honestly.
"Just give me the kettle." Wei Ran took the kettle and then extended his hands to Marshall and Randy.
"If you can let me drink beer, I will apologize to you." As Marshall spoke, he also took off his own water bottle and handed it to Wei Ran.
"I apologize if you can't have a beer."
Wei Ran smiled, took the kettles handed over by the other party and Randy, and said as he walked out, "Wait for me here. Of course, you can also go get some food."
