At the door of the operating room illuminated by lights, nurses Wei Ran and Jenny looked worriedly at the direction of the firefight, waiting for the wounded to be brought over.
In the tent not far from them, Marshall had already obtained a carbine from nowhere, and was slowly loading bullets into the only two magazines. Even Tom, who was lying on the hospital bed,
They are all preparing spare magazines for his fancy 1911 pistol.
"Marshall, do you think those rats can really hit here?" Tom asked worriedly.
Hearing this, Marshall picked up the cup and took a sip of beer, and then continued eagerly, "It doesn't matter if we can't fight, we can take the initiative to go there."
"That's not what I meant." Tom reluctantly stopped what he was doing and put the two spare magazines he had just prepared into his pocket.
"How could they come here?" Marshall put down his cup with disdain. "After the rats' artillery is destroyed, they will quickly flee back to the forest."
"I hope so." Tom sighed almost at the same time as Wei Ran, who was not far away from the door of the operating room.
As for the reason why Wei Ran lamented like this, it was naturally because Jenny had just made a guess that was similar to Marshall's point of view.
While many logistics personnel in the camp were waiting with confidence or worry, the field hospital and stretcher bearers were the first to get busy. Under the cover of night, the wounded were sent to the operating room one by one.
Just by looking at the wounded man's broken arm and almost separated shoulder on the operating table, Wei Ran realized that the situation on the front line might not be optimistic.
If it was just a small-scale sneak attack, the first people to be carried back would be the wounded with gunshot wounds, but these wounds were obviously caused by artillery strikes.
But in the current situation, if it was just a small-scale harassment and sneak attack, the nuclear-recruiting soldiers in the forest would probably not be willing to let the artillery fire that was not easy to move. In other words, since the other party had carried out a fire coverage strike first, there was no doubt that there was
Greater ambition.
But even so, what he can do now is just try his best to save the lives of the wounded who are constantly being sent.
During the intense work of him and Nurse Jenny, the wounded were sent to the operating room one by one, and then to the wounded tent, or to the gathering place for the dead further away to wait for the next step.
But as time went by, the sound of firefights in the night got closer and closer, so that even Wei Ran and Jenny, who were busy in the operating room, could hear the harsh gunshots and crazy shouts of killing!
Marshall, who was originally hiding in the tent, had already rushed to the front line of the firefight with a carbine he found from nowhere!
But even so, just when Wei Ran was about to cut the cloth around the wound of the wounded man on the operating table, the two stretcher bearers who had just ran out screamed one after another!
"Clang!"
Wei Ran threw away the scissors in his hand, and without even having time to take off his rubber gloves, he picked up the pistol that had been placed beside the operating table, and then took Nurse Jenny and hid in the corner with him.
Before the panicked Nurse Jenny could take out the pocket pistol her boyfriend gave her from her pocket, two recruitment soldiers in yellow leather jackets rushed in carrying 38-inch caps with bayonets attached.
Before they were ready to plunge the bayonet into the wounded man on the operating table, Wei Ran pulled the trigger first!
"Bang bang!"
With two consecutive gunshots, the necks of the two nuclear soldiers exploded into a mess of dirty blood. The huge energy contained in the 45-caliber Big Fat Girl bullet not only made Wei Ran, who had long been accustomed to 9mm pistol bullets, a little nervous.
Unable to adapt, the two recruits fell to their sides on the floor of the operating room as if they had each been punched in the face.
He glanced at the situation outside the operating room, and Wei Ran pointed in the direction of the door of the operating room. After the panicked Nurse Jenny raised the small pistol and aimed it at the entrance, he rushed to the injured person who was still on the operating table as quickly as possible.
I injected a tube of morphine, then clamped the blood vessel with a hemostatic forceps and tied a rope made of gauze around the wound.
After finishing all this, Wei Ran glanced at the unconscious wounded man, reached out and pulled out his 1911 pistol from the man's waist, then rummaged through it again and saw that he could not find the spare magazine, and then he pushed the iron frame operating table
Moved to the corner of the operating room.
"Jenny, don't shoot unless someone comes."
Wei Ran pointed to the wounded man who was still lying on the operating table and continued speaking faster, "Hide under the operating table. I will pick up Tom and Marshall. I will call your name when I come in later."
"Okay! Okay!" Nurse Jenny replied in a panic, and followed Wei Ran's instructions and hid under the bed.
However, before Wei Ran could turn off the lights, a smoking grenade was thrown in!
"Your uncle!"
Wei Ran felt a three-meter-high cold air rush out from the soles of his feet. He picked up the grenade and threw it out without even thinking about it!
"boom!"
As soon as the explosion went off, Wei Ran immediately got up and turned off the lights in the operating room, then took a step and ran out.
When he came to the surface, he saw at a glance two Japanese soldiers holding grenades in the distance, and at their feet lay the soldiers on a stretcher who had just brought the wounded in!
Before the two Japanese soldiers could throw the grenades, Wei Ran immediately pulled the trigger and knocked them to the ground, and finally retreated into the trench leading to the operating room.
With two consecutive booming explosions, Wei Ran jumped out again and rushed towards the tent not far away.
It was only then that he noticed that many Japanese soldiers rushed into the field hospital located in the rear area. These almost crazy nuclear recruiters either held rifles with bayonets in their hands, or waved command knives, or even
There were also a few who were holding Bai-type submachine guns and firing wildly, slashing, and stabbing without even the slightest sign of dodging!
Many times, he found that when those nuclear recruits armed with hundred-type submachine guns opened fire, they glanced at their own people in front of them, and then they didn't even let go of the trigger or raise the muzzle of the gun, and they didn't even say an apology!
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Wei Ran cursed secretly, raised his pistol, pointed it at the Japanese soldiers surrounding him at both ends, and continuously pulled the trigger. After knocking them down, he quickened his pace and rushed towards Tom and Marshall's tent.
From a distance, he saw four or five Japanese soldiers standing outside the tent and firing inside. Tom in the tent was also shouting in panic and wildly fighting back with the weapons in his hands.
Under the cover of the night, Wei Ran stepped forward quickly, got behind a Japanese soldier, almost put the muzzle of his pistol against its back and pulled the trigger.
Before the Japanese soldier, who was deliberately held up by his shoulder, fell to the ground, he had already turned the muzzle of his gun and killed the two Japanese soldiers on his right with a clean sweep.
Thanks to the fact that every time he took out his sidearm from the metal book, it always appeared in his left hand, as well as the deliberate practice at the Hongqi Forest Farm, so although his dominant hand is his right hand, shooting with his left hand is now suitable for him.
For him, it is no different from his right hand and is even more familiar.
So after killing the two enemies, he just turned his head and glanced at the last remaining Japanese soldier on the left. With his already raised left hand, he immediately pulled the trigger of the pistol borrowed from the wounded.
After the gunfire was covered up by the surrounding firefights, the tent where Tom was located finally avoided the danger of being surrounded, but Tom in the tent did not know that at this time, he was still cursing crazily while pulling the trigger to fire!
"Tom! It's me! Victor! Tom!" Wei Ran shouted while lying on the ground, fearing that he had not been killed by the enemy just now, but would be saved by this priest who didn't know whether he was cowardly or brave.
"Victor! Is it Victor?!" Tom in the tent shouted in surprise, and finally stopped firing.
"It's me! I'm going in!"
Wei Ran said, then pushed away the body that was used as a cover, shouted Tom's name, and rushed in.
"Where's Marshall?"
Wei Ran frowned immediately after getting into the tent full of bullet holes. Marshall was not in the tent at this time, but Tom was hiding under the bed, holding his pistol with both hands, obviously very frightened.
"That bastard ran away half an hour ago with a gun." Tom complained as he climbed out with the help of Wei Ran, "That bastard said he would be back soon!"
"Don't worry about him yet"
Wei Ran helped Tom get up, "Go to the operating room with me first!"
"Wait!" Tom shouted, struggling, "Bible! My Bible!"
Gritting his teeth, Wei Ran quickly ran to Tom's bedside, put a pistol back into the holster on his waist, reached out from under the pillow, took out the blood-stained Bible, and stuffed it into Tom's arms.
"Camera! And your camera!" Tom reminded as he took the Bible and stuffed it into his arms.
"Why are you in as much trouble as a woman!"
Wei Ran complained irritably, and quickly picked up the medical bag containing the camera and film beside his bed, and stuffed them all into Tom's arms.
Before he could turn around, two more crazy Japanese soldiers rushed forward with rifles equipped with bayonets, led by a middle-aged man in his forties who waved a command knife in one hand and held a tortoise box in the other.
come over.
Before Wei Ran could react, the middle-aged sergeant in the lead aimed at Tom and pulled the trigger!
Amidst a slightly muffled gunshot, Tom hid on the ground with his buttocks, then he let out a wail because of the wound on his buttocks, rolled and hid under the bed.
"Tom!" Wei Ran's heart sank, and without thinking, he squatted down and pulled the trigger at the same time!
"Bang bang bang!"
Three shots were fired in a row. The sergeant who first shot Tom was shot in the abdomen, chest and neck. Immediately afterwards, the two soldiers following him fired the bullets from their rifles but missed the guard.
He rushed over with his bayonet in hand.
"Shabi"
Wei Ran cursed secretly and pulled the trigger again. However, when the Japanese soldier at the front was shot in the chest, the 1911 pistol in his hand was also empty of bullets.
Subconsciously reaching for the holster at his waist, he realized that the sideways lunge he had just made had already thrown away his other hand that had been stuffed into the holster.
Seeing the remaining Japanese soldier getting closer and closer, Wei Ran stood up straight and took hold of the wakizashi that he had poked on the bedside when he was dividing the spoils.
"then!"
Seeing that the other party was getting closer and closer to him, Wei Ran didn't care whether he could understand the other person's words or not. While shouting, he smashed the empty pistol with all his strength.
Taking advantage of the opponent's subconscious shrinking his neck to dodge, Wei Ran also grabbed the wakizashi and rushed forward, stabbing it neatly into the opponent's abdomen.
With no intention of pulling out the knife, Wei Ran grabbed the opponent's rifle and pushed it forward. At the same time, he stretched out his foot and hooked it. At the same time, he dug his thumb and index finger into the opponent's eye socket and pushed back hard.
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Under the stimulation of severe pain, the Japanese soldier screamed and covered his bleeding eyes and lay on his back, while Wei Ran followed closely and stamped on its neck.
