Chapter 604 What is the miracle (two-in-one chapter)
After Delo, who was unfortunately always shot in the butt, was completely cold for more than two minutes.
Orthopedic surgeon An Tusheng opened fire with the M3 submachine gun in his hand, knocking two German soldiers who were about to throw grenades 50 meters away from the position into a sieve on the spot.
Finally, after a hard run, he arrived at De Luo's side.
Then he saw Delo lying on a messy trench at this moment, with no good piece of meat visible on his entire back.
What! Of course he had faintly heard Delo's cry for help before. The problem was that he couldn't just abandon a wounded paratrooper in his hand to save Delo, right?
If that paratrooper was actually very brave in the battle, he would not be able to be resurrected after death.
So after treating the paratrooper's injuries as quickly as possible and rushing all the way to Delo's side, I just tested the rookie's breathing and knew that there was no need to waste more energy.
But when the cry for help rang in his ears again, before leaving here and running to the next wounded person, the orthopedic surgeon did something else...
With a touch of his hand, the wide-open eyes on De Luo's face with a faint smile were closed.
Speaking of which! In fact, An Tusheng and Hei Zhongyi, the two doctors of the Zhongzhou team, do not need to participate in the battle. Even if they do not participate in the battle, they can still enjoy a benefit:
The armbands on the arms and the red cross logo on the helmet on the head represent the two battlefield medics and will not be actively attacked by German soldiers.
The reason for this may be due to Degun's admiration for the defenders and the defenders' gratitude for some of Degun's actions yesterday.
Let both sides in the battle have some good feelings.
Therefore, there is a strange scene on this battlefield today: for the respective tasks and persistence of both sides, while they are fighting like wild beasts, they stick to some basic principles.
Therefore, some scenes appeared that could only be seen in the early stages of the war.
In the fierce battle, both sides were about to blow each other's brains out; but they did not take the initiative to kill the wounded who had no fighting ability, as well as the medical soldiers, and allowed the medical soldiers to treat these wounded.
But one of the prerequisites is that medical soldiers should not actively seek death if they attack enemy combatants.
In the current defensive position, with combatants already stretched thin, it is impossible for the orthopedic surgeon and the black Chinese medicine doctor not to participate in the battle.
It's amazing to save people and fight at the same time.
So now, as long as they see him and the black Chinese medicine doctor, the German soldiers will greet them with bullets without any psychological pressure.
If you often walk by the river, your shoes will never get wet! What our ancestors said makes sense.
In the process of fighting in darkness and constantly rescuing people.
Suddenly, An Tusheng heard such a sentence in his ears, after calling "medical soldier" with a Los Angeles accent.
At that time, with hands full of blood, he had just cut open the throat of a paratrooper who had difficulty breathing due to injuries caused by the shock wave of the shelling and had blocked his trachea, and performed an emergency tracheotomy.
After giving this unfortunate soldier a chance to survive.
Instinctively, An Tusheng picked up the grease gun at hand and started running wildly in the direction of the sound.
However, after a long period of busy work, An Tusheng, who originally had the blood of a junior elf, now lacks any elf elegance and agility in his movements.
On the contrary, under his weak legs, he looked more like a shambling old cow.
Soon after, An Tusheng saw the target who had called him before, a soldier who was probably blinded by a mortar shell and was shouting crazily.
But before the orthopedic surgeon could successfully rush to the position, a spray of blood spurted out from his neck.
"The trachea in the neck is smashed and there is no way to save it." After clearly discovering a large amount of blood foam pouring out of the throat, he made this diagnosis to himself.
An Tusheng, who was holding his throat, collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.
He died at most 11 or 2 meters away from his own wounded.
And the soldier who was blinded by the explosion did not survive much longer. A bullet flew from nowhere and directly shattered his heart.
Let this soldier fall down, which is considered to be out of pain...
The time is 2:07 noon on the 21st. There are still almost 10 hours left before the deadline for the system task to end.
While standing up, Black Chinese Medicine Doctor suddenly felt an indescribable spin, and almost fell headfirst to the ground.
Instinctively reaching out to support the trench, the black Chinese medicine doctor avoided the bad end of falling to the ground.
After a while, the black Chinese medicine doctor finally recovered. Faced with such a situation, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
In fact, it is compared to the orthopedic surgeon An Tusheng who died after his throat was smashed.
Today, the black Chinese medicine practitioners are still relatively lucky.
Because until now, except for a hole in his waist caused by a stray bullet, he had no serious injuries after traveling on the battlefield for so long, so he could definitely be considered lucky.
No! You can’t say that either.
Because black Chinese medicine doctors often think that it would be better for An Tusheng to die early in the battle if he was so tired that he looked like a dead dog.
The main reason is that when the orthopedic surgeon An Tusheng died, the lucky black Chinese medicine doctor almost didn't die from exhaustion.
You must know that today's battle has been going on so far. Even the black Chinese medicine doctor himself doesn't remember how many times he has repelled the attacks of German sticks.
Anyway, the German baton attacking team that went crazy will usually retreat for a while, and then a new German baton company will join the battle.
The scale of each attack may not be large, but the intensity and frequency are astonishingly high, causing the number of casualties on the battlefield to show a rapid upward trend.
At this time, the number of people still fighting on the position no longer exceeds 50.
The remaining surviving personnel are now at the rear of the position near the bridgehead. The number of seriously injured personnel has exceeded 60.
Nearly 80% of the personnel were dragged back from the position with difficulty after receiving his first aid.
The incident that almost caused him to collapse just now, according to his knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, should be called: deficiency of heart and spleen, deficiency of both qi and blood.
To put it another way, it is a problem caused by being too tired after losing blood.
Damn it! With such a huge workload, even the donkeys in the production team can't stand such a torment.
The specific treatment method is also simple. Just eat some food and sleep for a day. You don't even need to take a kidney pill.
It's just that the black Chinese medicine practitioners know that all of the above are impossible before the mission is over.
Because after a battle that had just subsided for only 5,78 minutes, he could now hear the heavy machine gun in Original Sin's hand roaring again.
That means that a new attack on the German stick side has begun.
By the way! Original Sin's luck is actually pretty good, or maybe he's a good enough chicken thief that he jumped right in when he saw something bad going on.
So much so that now, this one-eyed dragon has had one of its ears knocked off.
Although the shape is getting more and more ferocious, at least it's not dead yet.
Once the gunshot sounds, it represents an order to fight.
So even though he was scolding her in his heart, the black Chinese medicine doctor with a wry smile still used his legs that were so weak that his waist was about to break.
He rushed towards the front line position a little further ahead again, waiting to treat new wounded people.
Soon after, the black Chinese medicine practitioners rushed to the front line.
At the first moment, he saw him lying on a trench not far away, with five 98K rifles with bayonets on his body, stabbing him into a hedgehog-like AT, and dying in battle in the shape of a "Golden Rooster Independence".
After seeing such a scene, the black Chinese medicine practitioner couldn't help but sigh.
That was during a battle about an hour ago. At that time, more than 20 German soldiers were charged and even rushed into the trench.
As long as they successfully broke into the trenches, there was a huge danger of losing the position.
At such a critical moment, by sucking him, Yuan Sin, Hu Biao, and An Tusheng, the four bloodline experts, exceeded 1600 ml of blood, and recovered some AT, and once again exploded the power of bloodline.
He jumped on one leg and pushed forward with a big blade, blocking such a fatal gap with his own strength.
Then, after repelling such an attack, AT became such a state.
As for the man who was the biggest contributor to repelling the German attack, everyone who survived now didn't even have the time to carry his body down.
With that kind of skill, it would be better to strengthen the position and replenish the empty magazines and belts.
With this thought in mind, the black Chinese medicine doctor lay down on a trench, first holding a 98K rifle, and began to greet the German soldiers more than 400 meters away.
Before even the five bullets in the gun were fired, new wounded people appeared on the position.
At a position about 10 meters away, a paratrooper whose head had been wrapped several times with gauze was hit by the firepower of the MG42 general machine gun from the opposite side.
Before he even had time to shout, the paratrooper fell limply.
After dropping the 98K rifle in his hand, the black Chinese medicine doctor was ready to run towards that direction.
As a result, the moment he bent down, his body paused amidst the sharp pain in his waist. Suddenly, a bullet flew from nowhere, knocking him to the ground like a wooden stake.
"Damn it! I'm finally going to die." With a twisted mentality that was somewhat gratifying, the black Chinese medicine doctor fought to the death.
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Time, 5:21 pm.
"Frederick, where are those damn Polish paratroopers? Send a message to the Allied Command and tell them that if those Polish bastards don't come, the position will really be undefendable.
That's right! We need more air support. We need fighter jets hovering on the position all the time to provide us with air support at any time.
Instead of being like an aunt who doesn’t come when it’s time to come~”
In Hu Biao's mouth, he used such an extremely vulgar tone and words to curse the above string of vulgar contents.
After he finished cursing, Hu Biao raised his dirty sleeves and wiped his left eye; mainly because he had received a gun butt on his head during the melee fight 20 minutes ago.
Good guy! That German gunman’s hand was so strong that even the sturdy walnut stock of the 98K rifle in his hand was smashed this time.
Although immediately, Hu Biao called back with a claw and opened the stomach of the German soldier.
But the left eye was swollen into a big bun at that time, leaving only a small gap, allowing Hu Biao to see outside.
In addition, until now, there has been a buzzing sound in his head, and he can't hear any other sounds from his left ear.
In the following time, Hu Biao opened fire again with the Sten submachine gun he picked up in his hand.
Less than 10 meters away, two German soldiers who tried to rush into the dilapidated trench were killed.
But at this time, because his legs were stabbed with bayonets and he could no longer stand up, Captain Frederick used the radio to send the contents of Hu Biao's request to the Allied Command.
While putting it in his mouth, he gave relevant answers:
"Major Hu, the Bolan's forward troops are now one kilometer away. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the sound of gunfire.
Oh! You have some hearing problems in your left ear now, so you may not be able to hear.
But you just need to know that the frontline commander of the Polish people said that the resistance of the German blocking troops was too determined, and they still need a certain amount of time, and they don't know how long it will take."
"What the hell! These rubbish things~"
With only one intact ear left, Hu Biao, after hearing the above content clearly, cursed like this again.
In fact, it’s not surprising that Hu Biao now doesn’t pay attention to the five principles and four beauties at all. He kept spitting out sweet things to the friendly troops of the Bolan people and started to greet them.
Mainly because after the heavy fog dissipated in the morning, the more than 2,000 Polish paratroopers began to take off and landed at an airborne field only fifteen or sixteen kilometers away from the position.
But I don’t know if those combat staff officers of the Allied forces have shit in their heads.
In such an airborne operation, the heavy equipment and supplies of the Polish paratroopers were airdropped to another area 9.5 kilometers away.
Coupled with the combat effectiveness and fighting will of the Bolan Paratroopers, I really can't say how strong they are.
Anyway, almost 7 hours have passed now, and those Bolan paratroopers still have not advanced to the position and successfully merged with Hu Biao and the others.
Due to the continuous fighting on the position, there are only 16 people left on the position who can continue to fight.
Including Hu Biao, Bianrou, Hanzi, Original Sin, Lao Hei, Zhuye, Jason from the Zhongzhou team, as well as veteran Oil Jack and 3 soldiers, Captain Frederick and 4 paratroopers.
On the surface, there are still 7 people in the Zhongzhou team, and 5 of them are even strong bloodline members. It seems that their combat effectiveness is pretty good.
But now, each of these 16 people has a lot of injuries, let's put it this way! Among them, people like Hu Biao are the ones with the least injuries.
In this way, while the fragrance was exhaling from his mouth, he kept firing in the battle.
Twelve minutes later, the last core firepower point on the position, the ZB60 heavy machine gun in Original Sin's hand, suddenly ceased fire.
"F**K, you idiot, what are you still doing? Load the bullet right away."
Facing the assistant shooter who was a soldier with a broken leg next to him, Original Sin roared crazily in his mouth like a furious lion.
Unfortunately, the reply came from a deputy shooter with a crying voice:
"Sir, we have used up all the 15mm bullets. We don't have a single round now."
"What the hell~" After hearing this, Yuan Sin cursed in an extremely helpless manner; why he was like this, he actually still knew very well in his heart.
It's just that bullets of other calibers are fine and can be replenished through seizures in battle.
But the 15mm caliber bullets and the spare barrel of the ZB60 will not be left behind on the battlefield. How can they seize them?
They can only redeem it through Hu Biao and the few system points they have left.
When this system mission started, the remaining points in Hu Biao's account were the fewest among the recent missions.
Then, after so many months of consumption, the system points are now gone; even the pocket money in their personal accounts was borrowed by Hu Biao and converted into bullets.
This is why now, the artillerymen like Bianrou can only fight with an MP40 submachine gun. They no longer have any points to exchange for mortar shells.
On the current position, without the most important firepower support, the German offensive troops realized something and let out huge cheers.
There were almost a hundred of them, and they quickened their pace and rushed towards the position.
At this time, after firing all the bullets from a pair of shell guns in his hands, Hu Biao popped out a pair of bone blades.
He roared out:
"Kill, the people are here, the position is here~"
With such a sentence, Hu Biao took the lead and rushed out of the position, followed by 15 figures who were staggering and even crawling on the ground.
Looking at the position in front of me where I thought I could win it countless times, but finally retreated in anger, with only such a little defensive force left in the end.
On the opposite side, Walter, the flag captain of the 9th Armored Division of the German SS, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that if there were no accidents, this attack would finally kill these respectable opponents and capture this damn position.
After thinking of this, he took off the hat on his head with snow-white gloves on his hands, intending to pay his last respect to his opponent in this way.
But at this moment, a burst of bullets flew from the left rear side of the position.
He defeated five or six soldiers who were about to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the defenders on the spot.
Then, hundreds of Polish paratroopers rushed out screaming, letting Walter know that his plan to capture this position today was completely in vain.
Unexpectedly, these magical oriental men actually encountered a miracle.
However, if Hu Biao knew what he was thinking, he would definitely spit on the banner captain's face.
There are no miracles in this world. It's just that they relied on their life-long perseverance and dedication to finally wait for the person who should have come long ago...