After lying on the ground for ten minutes, it took a full ten minutes for Yu Yang to regain consciousness, but what followed was a tingling sensation all over his body.
Yu Yang lowered his head and glanced at his body. He felt as if he had just been fished out of a sea of blood. There was blood everywhere on his clothes. He didn't know whether it was Yu Yang's own or someone else's.
The pain was most intense in his arms and knees. When he was crawling in the passage just now, Yu Yang's legs kept dragging on the ground. Although the distance was not very long, his cotton pants were worn out by the friction of various gravels, and the dirt and blood
Mixed together to form "plasma".
The shoulder was also seriously injured, but the most painful part was my waist and back.
Yu Yang's palms were stained red when he touched them with his hands. These wounds should be the scars left by the Germans when they threw grenades for the third time.
Since Yu Yang didn't have time to care about his injuries at that time, he could die at any time. Yu Yang's attention was all focused on how to escape, and he didn't feel much pain at all.
Now that he had relaxed, Yu Yang felt burning pain in every part of his body. He lay on the ground and struggled twice before standing up from the ground. He looked at the place where he just lay down and saw a blood stain.
He endured the pain and got up from the ground. Yu Yang was now somewhat immune to pain. The immunity here does not mean that Yu Yang would not feel pain, but that Yu Yang had experienced the battle in Mogadishu and had been shot several times.
The wounds were subjected to secondary sutures and other tortures. I have become somewhat immune to some minor wounds. Although I still feel pain, I can tolerate it and it will not affect my ability to move too much.
He took out his backpack and the medical bag he had seized before, and bandaged the wounds on his body. Although there were many, most of the wounds were not deep, and the parts he saw could only be bandaged haphazardly.
After bandaging the wound, Yu Yang stood up from the ground. He took off a piece of clothing from the German corpse on the ground and simply bandaged the wound on his leg. There was no disinfectant or liquor here, so he could only
Simply clean it with some water, wrap it with gauze, and then wrap the wound with German clothes.
Yu Yang stood up with a slight limp and checked his weapons and ammunition. Most of the things were still there, including two canvas bags, a backpack, a bearskin coat, and one of the canvas bags containing the M4 magazine.
It was abandoned, and everything else was intact. However, the M4A1 only had thirty rounds of ammunition left, and it was about to become a fire stick.
After finishing his work, Yu Yang lay down against the wall and suddenly felt something was wrong. The surroundings were very quiet, and the silence was a bit scary.
Thinking back carefully, when I was pulling the corpse of the German soldier, there seemed to be a sound, but it was very small.
When Yu Yang used a knife to cut the German military uniforms into pieces, there was also a little sound. Yu Yang kicked the can box next to him. It should have been randomly discarded by the old guys who died just now. There was also a sound.
came, but the sound was not loud, it was very small, and Yu Yang had to stretch his ears to hear it.
"Is there something wrong with my ears? I'm deaf?" Yu Yang sensed something was wrong. He picked up the German clothes that had just been discarded and tore them apart with both hands. The tattered German military uniform was torn in half by Yu Yang.
However, the sound of tearing the strips of cloth was very small, almost inaudible. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Yu Yang nervously took out the sniper rifle from his back.
He slowly walked to the corner and fired a shot at the other end of the basement. The gunshot sounded, but it was not loud. He frowned and fired again, but this time he put his ear to the barrel of the gun, but the sound was not loud.
It's still not big, just like a mosquito suddenly flew by my ear.
Putting the sniper rifle in his hand aside, Yu Yang turned his ear, stretched out his little finger, and carefully picked out his ear, and some sand fell out of his ear.
Then Yu Yang took out the ear on the other side and found a little sand. After cleaning it, Yu Yang once again picked up a can on the ground and smashed it on the table not far away.
The sound is still very low, but if you listen carefully, it is a little louder than just now, but only a little bit louder.
Yu Yang still took a chance, took out his weapon, shot in the distance again, and listened carefully again. The effect this time was indeed much better than before. If the sound before was like mosquitoes flying, now
More like a fly flying by.
Yu Yang opened his backpack in a panic, took out the seized emergency medical kit, opened it with trembling hands and sweat on his head, looking for the cotton swab inside, and wanted to continue to pick out his ears.
Now Yu Yang couldn't care less about being discovered when he fired a gun in the basement. If there was something wrong with his ears, even if he could survive by chance, Yu Yang would not be able to complete the mission.
For a person whose hearing is weakened or halved, if he wants to survive in the city of Stalingrad, there is only one possibility: hide in a corner and remain motionless. Only in this way can he have a chance of not being discovered by anyone or even a dead person.
will be discovered.
But even if Yu Yang did this and managed to survive for a month in Stalingrad, Yu Yang would not be able to complete the task at all. He could not hear the sound of gunfire, artillery, footsteps, or even voices in the distance.
Unable to fight.
Even when Yu Yang was hiding in a corner, preparing to fire a black gun, Yu Yang couldn't hear the Germans standing behind him and dancing a shupratler or singing the song "SSS. The Lightning Troops Are Advancing."
If his ears are deaf, Yu Yang is basically dead. Even if he is not deaf but only weakened, it will be a fatal blow to Yu Yang.
Yu Yang opened the medical bag with trembling hands, took out the cotton swabs inside, sat down on the ground, and started digging into his ears, bringing out some sand.
Yu Yang was in the opposite basement just now, and when he was crawling through the passage, sand came in from time to time in his ears. Yu Yang had not had time to clean up the sand, so he dug carefully at this time and brought out a lot.
After cleaning his left ear, Yu Yang took the time to clean his right ear. It took him more than twenty minutes, and Yu Yang finally cleaned both ears.
But I was still a little worried that I hadn't cleaned it thoroughly. I took out my water bottle, took out two cotton swabs and lightly dipped them in water, and cleaned one side again. This time I took more time and was more careful.
Yu Yang used up all the dozens of cotton swabs in the two medical bags and threw them all over the floor.
After cleaning his ears thoroughly twice, Yu Yang slowly stood up from the ground, picked up the can box that he had just thrown far away, stood next to the table in the basement, and smashed it hard on an iron bump, sideways.
He listened carefully and found that the sound he heard this time was louder than the previous two times, but Yu Yang felt it was still a little quiet.
Picking up his sniper rifle, Yu Yang took a dozen steps back, came to the corner of the wall, raised his gun, fired a shot at the opposite wall, and listened to the gunshot again.
He did not lean on the barrel of the gun, but used a standard shooting posture. The gunshot rang out. Yu Yang sat on the ground a little decadently. There seemed to be something wrong with his ears. The sounds he heard were completely different from those before.
