Natasha unloaded the rifle and handed it to Igor. "She also unloaded her small bag. In addition to dry food, it contained hygiene products and the most critical medicine."
She had not planned to bring any medicine, because this operation was a "desperate" operation. Most soldiers know that such a former residence is hundreds of kilometers deep, and injury means death. Rather than holding back the large army, it is better to fight to the end.
Comrades fight for time.
It was only later that Natasha realized that she had stuffed an extra small medical box into her backpack. When she opened it, she saw that there were anti-inflammatory drugs, a pair of surgical forceps, and even needles and thread for suturing wounds. A piece of paper was also stuffed inside.
In the box, it says: Natasha, my good sister, you are trained in surgery. Although my words are a bit unlucky, maybe these medicines can help you at a special moment.
This was Bessika's concern, and Natasha felt warm in her heart. Now, the extra medicine she brought has become a life-saving aid for these wounded friendly troops.
Natasha began to prepare her own tools. With her current medical skills, she was simply a poor Mongolian doctor. A dead horse was treated as a living horse doctor, so the girl had no choice but to bite the bullet.
Suddenly, the boy who was probably holding his girlfriend's hands squatted down in front of Natasha and shouted almost in a commanding tone: "You are a military doctor, hurry up and save Kya! Hurry up!"
The appearance of this guy was very abrupt, and Natasha turned her head to look. To be honest, she thought the girl was going to die. It was just because the girl's appearance was so thought-provoking. Looking at this young man with tears on his face, it was really...
It's pitiful.
"Okay, we have to at least conduct an inspection!" As she said that, Natasha took off her helmet, and the two braids that were coiled up fell down.
"Are you a woman?!" The boy was shocked, perhaps because the thick clothes and somewhat slovenly appearance concealed the appearance of a girl.
"Not entirely. I'm not an adult yet, you can call me a girl." Natasha didn't say anything more. She immediately squatted in front of the injured girl.
The bloody piece of cloth at the wound of the wounded person was cut open, and suddenly, some blood-red rotten stuff flowed out. Natasha's mind buzzed, she had also served the seriously wounded in a military hospital.
Judging from the injuries suffered by the wounded man, it was very obvious that his internal organs had rotted away.
This was injured by a rifle bullet. It must have come from a certain soldier's Mosin Nagant. The bullet was very small. It was rotating violently and hit the human body's torso, such as the intestines, creating a cavity.
The effect can destroy a person's entire digestive system, and this injury cannot be cured except in an era of advanced medical technology.
Only people with extremely strong psychological qualities can remain calm. The wounds of this wounded person are desperate, and the blood is still flowing. What a beautiful girl, she is about to die.
Natasha asked: "Sister, are you also a guerrilla fighter?"
The wounded woman nodded reluctantly, her eyes showing dejection, as if death was not far away.
At this time, the young man seemed even more irrational. He put his hands directly on Natasha's shoulders and shouted angrily: "Tell me quickly, can she be saved? It's you who made her like this.
, it was you who caused Dekiya to die. You must be responsible! Be responsible!"
The man's expression was so excited that Natasha subconsciously pushed him away. The boy was also controlled by two guerrilla fighters because the captain also ordered not to harm these friendly forces wearing white cloaks.
Natasha stabilized her emotions. She really didn't know how to proceed with the next step, because there was really no possibility of saving this injured girl.
This is the bloodiest place on the battlefield. In the past, Natasha would have been scared to death. Now as a little fighting hero who has killed countless enemies, her psychological quality has been trained to be extremely strong. She also participated in the rescue of the wounded with Yang Tao, and the bloody
Seen too much.
She did not use tools such as pliers to find the shrapnel in the wounded body. It was impossible to save her. Even if Raslyutin was here, there would be no way to save her.
Natasha held the girl's hand and asked, "Is that boy the one you love?"
The wounded man nodded and said in a weak voice: "He is Vasily. We grew up together and joined the guerrillas together. Unexpectedly, I was about to die."
Natasha did not comfort her. Words like "you will be fine" were simply insulting the wounded girl's intelligence. Anyone with a clear eye could guess what happened to the boy and girl. They loved each other, and the war made
This girl named Kaya is going to die.
The girl used her last strength and turned her head to look at the boy who was being held by the guerrilla fighters. "Vasily, it's such a pity, I'm going to die. My love, I'm sorry..." She obviously still wanted to say something else, her expression was sharp.
It became distorted, and then blood spurted out, and the body trembled. After a few seconds, the person stopped moving.
She is dead...
"No!" The young man saw what he least wanted to see. He used all his strength to break free from the soldier's control, and actually stepped forward and kicked Natasha down, as if she had killed his girlfriend.
This was unbearable pain for the young man. He actually snatched the pistol case of a guerrilla fighter. The soldier took out the Ruger pistol that he had seized and pointed the gun at Natasha.
This scene shocked everyone, including Igor. This scene was completely unexpected.
Natasha lay on the ground with her arms stretched out, staring at the black hole of the gun. "Am I going to die and be killed by my compatriots? Why!? I am not willing to do it! I did not make a mistake, I should not die like this.
Sir...Belkov...Besika." She thought so, as if she had been sentenced to death, and her eyes slowly closed.
The young man seemed to be about to shoot. He woke up suddenly and saw his comrades, all with their guns pointed at him, including those in white clothes.
"Stop! Are you going to kill our medic? Vasily, put down your weapon immediately, otherwise we will shoot first!" A man who looked like an officer ordered loudly.
The young Vasily's face was filled with tears. Natasha slowly opened her eyes and saw the muzzle of the gun shaking and the gunman trembling.
"Vasily, put down your arms! Kaya is dead. Do you want to make enemies of friendly forces? Do you want to be a traitor to the country?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man turned his head in grief and anger and roared: "Never! I am not a traitor!"
The muzzle of his gun was leveled, and in full view of everyone, it actually touched his chin.
"Kaya is dead, I have no relatives anymore. What else can I do?!" Then, there was a gunshot, and the young man fell to the ground.
Natasha was stunned by this scene. She slowly got up. Her mind was in a mess. What kind of thing is this?! Suicide for love! This person is so stupid. Your girlfriend wants you to continue to live!
Igor Jianzhuang rushed up and helped Natasha. "Are you okay? It was really dangerous just now."
"I'm fine. Everything is over and I have to continue working. The other injured must undergo emergency surgery."
Natasha has seen too many farewells. In this operation, veteran Sasha sacrificed his own life in exchange for the lives of the soldiers of the reconnaissance company. He died hoping that everyone would be safe.
The girl shook her head. The corpses of this pair of boys and girls who had grown up together were being dragged by guerrilla fighters. Perhaps it was worth comforting that they would at least fall into the eternal abyss in a tomb.
Natasha stopped thinking about it and began to operate. She removed the shrapnel from the bodies of these wounded people who had a chance of survival, then sprinkled anti-inflammatory drugs on them, and finally violently sutured the wounds. Such an operation was really barbaric, and it was the only way to do it in extraordinary times.
Only in this way can she save her life. Natasha did not say any words of comfort, "The operation has been completed. Whether you can survive or not depends on your luck and endurance." (To be continued.) 8