After all, guerrilla warfare is different from conventional warfare.
For those injured on the front line of the battlefield, only the seriously injured can enjoy the treatment of being pulled by trucks to the frontline hospital. Generally, the lightly injured have to rely on their feet to move slowly. Sometimes trucks passing by will pick up the wounded who can't walk.
Get in the car.
More than half of the female soldiers recruited by the entire Soviet army were stuffed into the medical system. Their madness was exactly the same as that of front-line officers and soldiers, and field hospitals were often only five or six kilometers away from the front line, which was too close! Because the German heavy artillery was usually right there.
The German infantry was about five kilometers behind, and its maximum range could just hit the Soviet field hospital. Once the heavy artillery came down, nothing would be left in the hospital.
Military doctors and nurses in field hospitals take such risks just to save more lives on the front line. They are doctors and nurses, and they are also soldiers. They even have to pick up guns to fight when necessary.
The Soviet officers and soldiers who were engaged in regular combat had the thought that after being injured, there was a high chance that they would be quickly pulled back to the front and sent for rescue within a day. Of course, being able to be pulled back from the pile of dead was really impressive.
I can only thank the nurse who jumped out of position and risked her life to save people.
As for the guerrillas, it is really a luxury to receive proper treatment. Whether they survive depends almost on their own perseverance and a little bit of luck.
When fighting in enemy-occupied areas, there is usually an extreme shortage of medicines and food. In most cases, food is also scarce. Only large guerrillas can receive stable airdrops from their superiors for ammunition supplies, while small guerrillas can almost only rely on capture.
When Kovpak fought in Sumy and Bryansk, they lacked medicine and the mortality rate among the wounded was high.
Eighty percent of the wounded who were sent to the Guerrilla Republic on the night of August 9 were from the Kovpak Corps. These Ukrainian guerrillas were treated overnight. All the doctors and nurses from Blacksmith Village and Catfish Village came to the battle together, and all kinds of medicines were used according to prescribed standards.
, until three o'clock in the morning the next day, all hundreds of wounded people received first aid.
The time has arrived on August 10th, and for Belarus, autumn has arrived.
"Today is another sunny day!"
Yang Tao took off her white coat and clothes to sleep. Due to her biological clock, she always woke up at the scheduled time when medical staff gathered in the morning.
She got up, quickly folded the blanket, and then picked up the wooden sticks to open the window boards.
The time is only six o'clock, and the weather is good today. The early morning light shines into the room through the window. There is still a thin mist outside, and the whole world is a bit humid.
I patted my cheeks and rubbed my belly. After a night's rest, I felt in good spirits.
"Very good, let's work hard today too!"
Wearing a new white coat, several medals of honor were pinned to the coat. The long black braid was quickly coiled into a ball, and was finally strung together by a wooden hairpin that she cut herself. She has a petite figure and a unique appearance. Among many
Among all the doctors and nurses, she is the most outstanding!
"An excellent doctor should always maintain rigor and humility, and treat every patient with sincerity, because the patients believe that only you can save them." The director's words were still fresh in her mind. Now that she has put down her arms and chosen medical treatment
Career, this new life path, we must remember the dean’s teachings.
All doctors and nurses must complete their routine early morning ward inspections before going to have breakfast.
Star Fruit's stomach growled, but fortunately she left half a fist-sized piece of dry black bread for herself to pad her stomach before leaving the rest room.
Because there were more than 500 newly arrived wounded soldiers, the breakfast work was more arduous than before.
Most of the previous injured have been discharged from the hospital, and most of the remaining injured are seriously injured. After receiving a large amount of drug treatment, their injuries are recovering well. Those people don't need to worry about it anymore. The new problems come from the new wounded.
As a doctor, she has the obligation to check every bed, and if she encounters a seriously injured person, she has to say a few words of greetings.
It's just that she has rarely spoken to Ukrainians, and she is a little vague about the concept of Ukraine.
Yes, in the past year, the people I have dealt with the most are Belarusians.
A man who was chattering in a somewhat delirious manner caught her attention.
Yang Tao raised his ear, and the wounded man muttered without knowing what he was talking about.
"Comrades, does anyone know what he is talking about?"
The patient in the bed next to the injured looked helpless: "My child, he is complaining! Begging to get his legs back."
Leg? Star Tao took a closer look and saw that the poor wounded man's right leg was missing a section, and his entire thigh was wrapped in a ball of linen.
What else is there to say? Starfruit lowered his head. No amount of comfort for this unlucky warrior would be superfluous at the moment.
She turned to leave, but was stopped by the patient who just spoke: "My child, you are still a child! But you are actually a doctor? Please turn around!"
"Well! If you have any requirements, as a doctor, I will try my best to satisfy you."
"No, I just want to see the medals on your chest. My God, how come you have a bunch of medals and one... It's incredible..."
Yang Tao has never felt that there is anything wrong with her medals. The only difference between her and her husband's medals is that they are missing a Gold Star medal.
She noticed that the wounded and sick man in question had a beard. He must be a veteran soldier and had a better understanding of medals.
"She's so beautiful! It's hard to believe that a Bashkir girl can win so many medals."
"no, I am chinese."
Obviously, Star Tao's answer was so miraculous that the lightly wounded Ukrainian patients in nearby beds actually struggled to sit up one by one.
Their actions frightened the nurses around them, and even made Yang Tao sweat on his forehead.
"Comrade soldiers, don't get excited! If the wound breaks, you will have to undergo surgery again! At that time, we will have to reserve the precious anesthetic."
Heeding the warning, they all lay down again. Their eyes were all staring at the short girl who claimed to be Chinese. Of course, they were staring more at the rows of Venus, Weiguo, red flag and red star on her chest.
, Guerrilla Medal.
Fortunately, the nurse who arrived helped her out and the inspection work could continue.
It felt really uncomfortable to be stared at by a group of men with slovenly beards! Fortunately, they were only interested in medals. If they asked about my belly, I really didn't want to talk nonsense with them.
The entire large ward was buzzing with excitement. After the wounded who survived the disaster woke up, they all confirmed that they were not dreaming.
After confirming that the comrades are out of danger, they are either talking and laughing, talking nonsense, or suffering, and life is full of mixed emotions. It is the responsibility of the nurses to calm their spirits, and the political commissar must also participate when necessary.
Yang Tao and other doctors were only responsible for the physical recovery of the sick and wounded. She walked around and found nothing special.
After completing her morning tasks, Star Tao turned around and walked to the door of Dean Raslyugin and knocked softly.
"Please come in!"
The door was slowly opened a crack, and because she noticed that the dean was writing documents in a flourishing manner, she did not want to be reckless and walked over cautiously.
"It's Bessika! The job is done."
Yang Tao noticed that he didn't even raise his head when he spoke. Then he looked at the words on the paper. He said that the Russian handwriting was indeed very beautiful. If he wrote it too fast, the author might not be able to understand it afterwards.
"Well, I'm done."
"I heard there was a little trouble?"
"Yes...right."
Raslyutin put down his pen and stopped his chest: "I have said before that you don't need to hang the medals on your clothes all the time. It's so eye-catching. Those Cossacks may have never seen them wearing five medals at once in their lives.
soldiers!"
"However, the commander gave me an order. The medal is honor and I must wear it at all times."
Raslyutin shrugged: "You! In fact, the organization still owes you a medal. There is a medal specially awarded to medical staff. Because the superiors did not airdrop it, the hospital cannot issue it."
"Huh? And there are medals?" Yang Tao suddenly beamed.
"What a child, who will soon be a mother again." Raslyutin muttered a few words and then started talking about serious matters.
"My dear, now that you are here, the command has just given me an order. The commander asked me to inform you. Your biggest task today is to accompany Natasha. You must pay special attention to her until she recovers.
Her physical condition."
"As you command!"
Yang Tao does not object to this. This girl of mine has a wild personality and always makes herself sick in order to make more contributions. Now it is in my own hands. If she wants to leave the hospital before she recovers, she must pass my test first!
"There is still one."
"Um?"
"You go directly to the cafeteria after you go out, but it's not for eating."
"Huh?" Yang Tao showed uneasiness again, "Dean, please listen carefully, my stomach is growling. I'm really hungry..."
"Haha! You won't starve. You will understand everything when you get to the cafeteria. Remember, this is cafeteria No. 2, don't go astray."
"All right!"
Yang Tao gave a military salute, but her swollen belly made the whole posture somewhat out of shape.
What is the situation in the canteen? Soldiers who have finished their morning exercises early in the morning eat together. What else is special? Besides, it is Canteen No. 5 that provides food to the hospital. What does it have to do with No. 2?
With doubts in mind, I walked to the door of Canteen No. 2 and was stopped by soldiers who had been waiting for a long time.
The visitor was none other than her husband's bodyguard, Abram.
"Comrade Berekova, the commander ordered me to wait for you here."
"Just call me Bessika. What's going on?"
"Please come with me."
The numerous canteens are relatively scattered and protected by woods. In the huge canteen, nearly a thousand militiamen in plain clothes are eating. They are not veterans of the 84th Division, and Yang Tao doesn't want to talk to them, but he is dressed in white.
The coat is too eye-catching.
She followed Abram closely until she reached the dining window. The next scene was really bizarre.
"Ah? My brother, where are you leaving the Gadagaha? Stew?"
Yang Mingzhi, who was busy shaking his spoon, couldn't help but frown at this northeastern dialect.
"Small, you can speak the Peiping dialect I taught you, and you can also speak Russian."
"Anyway, you can understand whatever I say."
Now Yang Tao looked at the contents of the small iron pot and basically understood what her husband meant.
Yang Mingzhi continued to stir the thick soup in the iron pot with a wooden spoon, then grabbed a pile of noodles on the panel and threw it in. The reason why the soup was very thick was because potatoes were stewed into a paste, and a can of thick soup was added.
Thick canned beef. There are also minced chili peppers and diced onions on the side.
Adding some noodles to vegetable soup has long been a normal practice in various canteens of the Guerrilla Republic. Many soldiers like this way of eating noodles, or they intend to imitate the commander, or to entertain themselves, some use two wooden sticks as tableware.
There are a lot of people out there who want more variety in their meals and add more flavor to their stressful daily lives.
Yang Mingzhi deliberately made a pot of delicious Chinese food on a whim early in the morning. The intention was very simple, just to open a small stove for the cultivated Natasha and the artillery regiment commander Doronin. Of course, this pot of noodles was made in larger quantities, so he
If you want to eat, the group of people at the headquarters also have to eat, and finally you have to leave a lunch box and send it to Yelentina in the Lenin Komsomol Office.
"My dear, please wait a moment. If you're really hungry, go over there and ask for some roasted potatoes."
"No! I see you cooking, it's really interesting."
"Okay! Later you carry the lunch box and deliver it to Natasha. You understand the tasks I gave you. You must remember not to let that girl run around and stay in the ward."
After criticizing Natasha yesterday, Yang Mingzhi felt a little guilty when he saw the girl's tearful expression, so he rewarded her with this meal.
There is really no way. She is a girl. If she is a male soldier, it will be no problem to reward her with a bottle of vodka. The female soldier is a woman and is more prone to emotions. Besides, Natasha is really in the "rainy season of seventeen" now. She must first
Soothe her mood.
The Soviet army's standard lunch box was a large iron bucket. It looked unattractive but could hold a lot of things.
Two heavy lunch boxes were filled with thick soup noodles, and it was not difficult for my wife to lift them. Yang Mingzhi naturally looked at her belly a few more times and said with concern: "If you really can't carry it, I will send someone to help you."
.After you deliver the food, you must watch Natasha finish it."
"I can carry it, don't worry."
"Okay! Abram, you carry this box and send it to Doronin. Keep an eye on Besica. If she really can't carry it anymore, go and help."
It is said that this kind of soup noodles is indeed delicious. Abram just smelled it with his nose and his mouth watered. However, he was already full of rice and his stomach was full of potatoes and bread. He couldn't eat it even if he wanted to.
As a poor girl with severe physical exhaustion, Natasha lay down comfortably since yesterday. When the sun rose, her faint snoring still did not stop. Even the noise in the big ward did not wake her up from her sweet dream.
.
Ah! Invaders! Go to hell! I am the one who punishes you!
Dad, look, I killed four hundred enemies, I am a hero! I have made great contributions to our village!
Ula! Is that Berlin? As long as we capture that city, will we win? Comrade Commander, is what you said true?
Alas, Comrade Commander, you want me to carry the red flag to that building? As long as I wave the red flag on the building, we will win completely?
Haha, I'm finally standing here! Enemies, have you seen this red flag? Today is the end of you! Hey, why is the air so fragrant?
Comrades downstairs, what's going on with you? The remnant enemy has not been eliminated, so why do you light a bonfire and make soup?
…
The dream finally woke up. Natasha was still immersed in the dream of victory. She rubbed her eyes, and the memory of the dream was passing quickly.
She looked at the ceiling and the bed she was lying on. A ray of soft sunlight shone on the white stall. Yes, the war is not over yet, and victory is ours after all.
But what’s with the aroma in the air?
The girl turned her face sideways and saw Yang Tao carrying two small buckets and looking at her happily.
"My dear sister, you're awake, how do you feel?"
"Well, the joints all over my body are sore, and I want to go to the toilet."
"Okay, I'll help you finish your personal affairs and let's have dinner." (To be continued)