Half an hour later, the labor team withdrew from the forward position and returned to the Kapi base camp.
The two missing were brothers from Shandong, one from Weihai and one from Jinan, the provincial capital. Their relics were not found. Qin Zhisheng looked dark and came to Qin Zhiyuan to report.
Find two backpacks and some clothes. Just say it is something they have used and report it. Although Qin Zhiyuan is uncomfortable with this result, he is not surprised. The power of artillery in World War I is not as powerful as that in the 21st century.
, but if it hits the human body directly, it is enough to cause people to be instantly vaporized.
Fortunately, the Chinese have the habit of erecting memorial tombs. Find something to send back to their homes as relics to express comfort.
On the second day after arriving in France, although Qin Zhiyuan and the others made a fortune and left a good impression on Bastian and David, they also paid the price of eight lives and more than a dozen injuries.
If calculated based on the casualty ratio, their proportion has exceeded 10%, which is close to the standard for withdrawing to the rear for cultivation.
But it was obviously not that easy to withdraw. Qin Zhiyuan had just expressed his intention to cultivate himself, but was rejected by the big-nosed captain.
No, no, no, your work has not been completed yet. You have to continue to supply the front line. You cannot give up halfway. The effect of the four gold coins has been exhausted. The big-nosed captain has a firm expression, which is more solemn than the statue in front of the Fontainebleau Palace.
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Captain, we have just experienced a bloody battle. Eight people were killed and more were injured. We need time to continue to complete the mission. There is no limit to human greed. Qin Zhiyuan does not want to use the gems in his waist, he just wants to delay
Wait for a while to resupply after dark, it will be much safer then.
In a bloody battle, you are just laborers and have no obligation to participate in the war. If there is a war, there will naturally be heroic French people to fight, and you will not be allowed to charge into the battle. The captain shook his head disapprovingly.
In the captain's view, Qin Zhiyuan may be a smarter and more sensible person, but he is definitely not someone who will fight bloody battles for France.
You can think so, but Major Bastian will not think so. As a last resort, Qin Zhiyuan could only use Bastian to endorse him.
Bastian, you met Major and Captain Bastian with a suspicious look on his face, but because a superior official was involved, you had to face it.
Yes, we fought side by side just now and wiped out a group of Germans. Major Bastian was in charge. In the tunnel, Bastian did have the highest military rank. Qin Zhiyuan had no need to hide it.
So if you really participate in the war, the captain knows about Qin Zhiyuan's shooting performance. If Qin Zhiyuan and the others participate in the war, the captain will only feel that it is natural and will not be surprised.
Yes, we participated in the war. It might be the German 17th Division or the 18th Division. Who knows? Qin Zhiyuan told the truth.
In the Battle of the Somme, the British Army invested 54 divisions, the French Army invested 32 divisions, and the German Army invested 67 divisions. Some divisions suffered all casualties within one day and had to withdraw from the battlefield. Not to mention Qin Zhiyuan,
Even the French and British couldn't figure out the troop numbers on the front line.
It's just too much
Well, you can go to the military medical officer, but I can't guarantee that you can get timely treatment. The captain chose to believe Qin Zhiyuan.
For the captain, if Qin Zhiyuan is lying, the captain has many ways to punish Qin Zhiyuan. But if Qin Zhiyuan is telling the truth, the captain must consider the consequences.
He can't afford it.
Returning to the labor gathering area, Qin Zhiyuan called all the wounded and took them to the military doctor for help.
Hey, you see, how busy I am here, I can't take care of you now, there are more people in need of rescue. In the stretcher area, the military doctor wearing a light blue and gray uniform with an armband on his arm rejected Qin Zhiyuan's request. For
For him, workers from the Far East are far less important than French soldiers. He wants to concentrate all medical resources on French soldiers. As for the Chinese, they can ask Bodhisattva for protection.
Hey, listen to me, I don’t need you to bandage them, you just need to give me some medicine and equipment, and we will treat them ourselves. Qin Zhiyuan is not exaggerating.
Most people who practice martial arts have medical skills inherited from their families. They can handle ordinary contusions and gunshot wounds by themselves without asking a doctor for help.
There is no medicine and no equipment. As you have seen, sir, everyone needs medicine and equipment. I have no extra resources. Do you understand? If your people want to get help, please go to the queue and don’t fight with me here.
, this will hinder my work. What the somewhat bald military doctor said is true. In the entire stretcher area, there are at least tens of thousands of wounded soldiers who need assistance. Many of them were simply bandaged and have not had time to deal with them.
Brother, I have collected medicine that can cure knife and gunshot wounds. I want you to go back quickly. Gao Hongshi ran over in a hurry and shouted loudly from a distance.
Okay, sir, can I get some bandages? Qin Zhiyuan patiently discussed with the military doctor.
For gunshot wounds, it is very important to clean the wound. If an unclean bandage is used, even applying medicine can cause infection, which can lead to life-threatening sepsis.
Go to the nurse and ask the nurse to get it for you. God bless, it’s not that I don’t want to help your child, I’m really too busy. While talking, the doctor with Mediterranean hair is still treating the wounds of the wounded soldiers. He has indeed already
Tried my best.
Okay, thank you very much. Qin Zhiyuan said nothing, turned around and went to find the nurse.
The wound is seven cents long and three cents deep into the flesh. Well, there is no foreign matter in the wound. It is recommended to use four cents of male soil turtle, five cents of bile, five cents of blood, and eight cents of myrrh. The old man calls himself Mao, and his name is Shiba. It is said that it is
The Taoist priest who returned to secular life in Maoshan took Mao as his surname because he could not remember his secular surname, and named him Mao Shiba based on the ranking of his former brothers.
Before Mao Shiba joined the labor camp, he was a salesman of Dali Pills. He relied on the golden medicine that was said to be passed down from his ancestors, and it was very effective in treating bruises and injuries. You damn thing, you have even forgotten your father's last name. How could you have this ancestral medicine?
Qin Zhiyuan's secret recipe doesn't matter whether what Mao Shiba said is true or false, as long as it works.
Damn it, old man, can we stop talking about this and just apply medicine on me? It was Chen Kangjian who was receiving treatment. His arm was cut with a bayonet by the Germans. Although it looked scary, there was no chance of his life.
Worry. I just bandaged it briefly and followed the movement of the brigade.
Damn, why are you panicking? This is Europe, and I don’t know if the herbs here are useful or not. Just bear with it. Even after Mao Shiba returned to secular life, he was also full of swear words.
Mao Shiba kept mumbling to his men, but he saw him sterilizing Chen Kangjian's wound with alcohol, then sewing the wound together in the blink of an eye with a needle, and then pulled out a few leaves and stuffed them in
He chewed it in his mouth for a while, then spat it out and applied it evenly on Chen Kangjian's wound. He then took a clean bandage and wrapped it neatly and tied it with a bow.
Okay, I'll come back to take out the stitches in ten days, and I'll keep you alive and kicking for half a month. Mao Shiba tied the last knot with satisfaction, and then stretched out his hand with a smile on his face: Thank you for your patronage, I need two and a half cents of silver.
Chen Kangjian, who was still screaming in pain when he was disinfecting with alcohol just now, heard that Mao Shiba actually asked for money, and immediately turned his back: I am your uncle, and you still need money for my medical treatment.
Chen Kangjian had just arrived in France and had not received his salary yet. His pocket was cleaner than his face and he didn't have a penny.
Damn, I'm sorry, Brother Chen, I'm used to Mao Shiba scratching his head in embarrassment, but he's not used to shaving his hair into a crew cut.
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