Natasha never expected that this girl would be injured, and it was a serious injury.
It was seen that one section of his left arm was missing, and a large area of land was stained red with blood.
Natasha's head buzzed for a moment.
"Igor!"
"exist!"
"You hold her down, and we will bandage her immediately. We have to act quickly, otherwise she will not be saved!"
"good!"
However, as soon as Igor took action, he encountered fierce resistance from Talakova. Natasha noticed that the girl not only had a broken arm, but the pants at the base of her right leg were also red, and a hole was torn in the trouser leg.
What's worse is that there is also a foreign object stuck in the leg unexpectedly.
"Damn it! There's still shrapnel!" Natasha could no longer care so much and continued to order: "Igor! Pull out the shrapnel!"
Even though this was a woman, Igor didn't care so much. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the shrapnel. Then, not much blood poured out. This was a very abnormal phenomenon. Igor was a careful old guy.
She said nervously: "Natasha, this child has lost a lot of blood!"
"I know!" Natasha, who was squeezing Talakova's broken arm, continued to yell: "You untie her leggings and turn the bottom of her trouser legs out. There is a piece of cloth there, see what she is.
blood type."
Igor simply didn't have time to untie the leggings, and instead cut them off with a dagger. A strip of cloth was thrown directly to Natasha, which temporarily served as a tourniquet to save Talakova's life.
Just now, Talakova's last struggle had consumed her last strength, and she had suffered severe blood loss. Although her willpower kept trying to stay awake, her body could not hold on anymore. The girl fell into dangerous shock.
Seeing her fainting, Natasha panicked: "Igor, what's her blood type?!"
"It's type B!"
"Damn it! Why am I not Type B!"
Natasha clawed at the dirt anxiously. She looked left and right and screamed, "Medic! Medic in the team! Come here and save people!"
The medics are not here, and no other soldiers have even come over.
The medical soldiers in Balzen's reconnaissance battalion are all male and the number is also very small. This is due to the combat characteristics of the reconnaissance battalion. They are often used as sharp knives. Once a fierce battle with the enemy occurs, one's own wounded will not even receive help. The battalion
All officers and soldiers are willing to fight to the death. Once they are seriously injured, they are even willing to stay and fight to the death to buy time for their comrades to evacuate.
There were only five medical soldiers rescuing other wounded people, and no one noticed that there were two girls lying here.
Just when Natasha was worried, a weak voice came slowly again.
She turned her head sharply and saw a girl huddled next to a big tree with a weak breath.
"Drochenko, you are actually injured too! Igor, go see her!"
The girl Drochenko was really lucky. She was not fatally injured or fractured. However, after her spine hit the tree, her back was so sore that even the slightest movement was painful.
This is a girl who is not afraid of death. She endured the severe pain and began to try to crawl towards Natasha, calling with all her strength.
When Igor ran over, she said anxiously: "Me! I have blood type B! I am the same as her!"
Perhaps people with the same blood type can chat better, as was the case with Drodchenko and Talakova, and they became fighting partners. Drodchenko was not afraid of death, and he did not want Talakova to be harmed.
After Igor asked, he picked her up and carried her directly to Natasha.
"Drochenko, how are you?"
"It's okay, it's just that my back hurts. I don't think I have any fractures. If..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Natasha slapped the girl's face, "Have you seen her condition? She lost a lot of blood. It's great that you also have type B blood. You need to transfuse her blood! Egg
Well, you go find the medic, go quickly!"
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After the German shelling ended, the Soviet army counted fifteen casualties. The statistics here are relatively broad. Those who were slightly injured but could continue to act and fight were treated as normal soldiers. Anyone who is recorded as injured must be lost.
combat capability.
Five of them were killed on the spot during the shelling, and four others were seriously injured and on the verge of death, including Talakova, who had a broken arm.
A fourteen-year-old girl, in her prime, was missing an arm. Not only that, shrapnel pricked her leg. If it wasn't handled properly, even if she was lucky enough to survive and recover, she might be a one-armed person with a sloping foot.
Every Soviet recoilless rifle fired back, and because of Balzen's anger, he made what seemed to be a somewhat crazy decision in hindsight, that is, each recoilless rifle fired ten rounds.
Although the Soviet army transported a large number of artillery shells to the front line, such an artillery bombardment was basically to vent their dissatisfaction, which made Balzen feel a little hurt after he calmed down. He only calmed down after getting the casualty statistics and learning that the casualties were not large.
After all, for a team with a total of 2,700 people on the expedition, fifteen casualties was indeed a small number.
In fact, the team he is currently leading has lost nearly a hundred people. More than thirty of them had to evacuate midway because they were traveling with sprained legs. Of the remaining sixty people, only twenty have died.
.
However, when the soldier reported, he specifically named the casualties of the ten young soldiers sent by the Youth Battalion. For ordinary soldier casualties, he would not blame himself too much. The casualties of the Youth Battalion were what he was most taboo about!
Balzen hurried to the temporary field hospital and shouted: "Where are the two injured girls? How is the situation?!"
"There they are!" A medical soldier pointed with a big hand, and Balzen suddenly saw them.
Not only did he see the two small bodies lying on the ground, but he also saw the sniper hero Natasha playing with a knife.
"It's so similar. What's the difference between you and Bessika?" A smile of relief appeared on Balzen's face, because he thought that Natasha also received medical training. These wounded people all had flesh wounds.
They will be transported back quickly. If the medical soldiers can start treatment as soon as possible, they will not die!
Balzen continued to get closer and saw a shocked scene.
The two injured female soldiers from the Youth Battalion, their small bodies were connected by a red jar - transporting blood to each other.
She suddenly saw a girl's broken arm. What was shocking was that the wound on the broken arm turned black. Balzen's mind suddenly buzzed. It was obvious that the wound had been burned by hot metal.
Who did it? Balzen glanced at Natasha, and he noticed that the operation the girl was undergoing seemed to be successful, because the other female soldiers from the youth camp who helped cheered happily.
"Natasha? Is the wounded person okay?"
Because Balzen's voice was so familiar, Natasha was not surprised and didn't want to raise her head. Her forehead was full of shouts and she hurriedly replied: "The shrapnel has been taken out. Next, we will suture the wound, sprinkle a line of sulfa, and the rest
It just shows his perseverance.”
"What about the two female soldiers? What's going on with them?!"
"Them?" Natasha's heart tightened, and she hurriedly explained the truth, and urged: "Sir! Quickly organize the manpower to transport all the wounded back. I can only perform preliminary operations here, and besides, I am not a professional doctor.
! One more thing, you should find some soldiers with type B blood as soon as possible. The girl with the broken arm lost too much blood! If she makes any mistake, how can I report it to the commander? "
"What the hell! If that girl makes a mistake, the commander and the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs will all have to trouble me!" Balzen stamped his feet anxiously and said: "Natasha, seeing you now, it's like seeing someone else.
Military doctor Lekova, please save the people here, and I will arrange the evacuation of the wounded immediately. Medical soldiers, check the blood types of all the wounded, prepare rubber transfusion tubes, the soldiers will be here soon!"