On the morning of April 25, the morning fog mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke shortened the field of vision to a distance of less than ten meters. But ten meters away or even further away, which was unclear, the sound of firefights became clearer and more intensive than before. Correspondingly, there were many more injured people carried to the clinic than yesterday. Even more than half of them were German soldiers of various ages.
So from dawn on, Dr. Lodge and Father Hans took Wei Ran and started the treatment work. But there are advantages. Although these German soldiers cannot pay for medical expenses, they have left a lot of supplies.
From gasoline to bread, from cigarettes to alcohol, there was even an amputee soldier who used his submachine gun as medical expenses.
But even so, near noon, the last anesthetic was completely exhausted while treating a child whose leg was broken. From then on, the dark clinic was filled with all kinds of screams, so much so that Dr. Lodge and Father Hans had to put cotton balls in their ears.
On the other hand, Wei Ran looked indifferent. Although the environment here was not as good as the Hongqi Forest Farm, no matter how much humans screamed, could it be compared to a wild boar being tied to the operating table and being stabbed without anesthesia? ? joke! Ten people are no match for a pig!
"Hans, where did you find this bastard?" Dr. Lodge shouted at the top of his lungs.
"What did you say?" Father Hans asked as he pulled out the cotton balls in his ears.
"Say, where did you find this bastard?" Dr. Lodge pointed at Wei Ran, who looked serious, "Does his ear have a switch?"
"How do I know!"
Dad Hans impatiently plugged his ears again, picked up the saw and began to cut the legs of the young soldier who looked a few years younger than Marco. He pulled repeatedly and sawed off the lower half of Xue Hula Chai as quickly as possible.
At the same time, on the second floor where the skylight was opened, Mario was holding the P38 pistol his brother gave him, looking at the little Jewish girl who was just across the table from him with a look of horror. Maura.
“Shoot!”
Marco sat on the side of the table and played with a shiny bullet, “Mario, I have loaded your pistol. Bullet, as long as you pull the trigger, she will die. Even if she doesn't die, she may be carried downstairs and let Father Hans and the others cut off her arms or legs. Then the blood may splash along the gaps in the ceiling. On to the soles of your shoes."
Looking at the frightened little kids on both sides of the table, Marco continued, "Of course, if you let Father Hans know that you killed him. Soon you will be sent to the operating table downstairs. Listen to those screams. When Father Hans saws off your arm, you must remain silent like a real man. That's it."
"Stop talking! Stop talking!"
With a look of horror on his face, Mario held up the heavy pistol and shook his head wildly. Sitting on the ground, "Ugh——! "With a sound, he vomited out all the bread and fish he had eaten at noon, and the golden beans fell from the little face full of fear and hit the dusty floor, and then again They turned into mud balls the size of rice grains.
Marco suppressed a smile and took the opportunity to blink at Maura, who was sitting upright, and then picked up the unloaded pistol. Pulling Mario back to sit on the chair, he pretended to be mysterious and said, "However, Father Hans also said that if you can protect Maura, she will be your prize. When the war is over and we drive away the Soviet Union, People, you can give her to Yuan Shu personally. When the time comes, Yuan Shu will definitely award you a Cross Medal in person! "
"Really? ! "Mario didn't bother to wipe the stains from the corners of his mouth and asked, clenching his dirty little hands.
"Of course it's true! ”
Marco made a guarantee with great certainty, “But the premise is that you must protect your trophy and not let her get hurt, let alone let her be snatched away by others. You must know that there are Many people want to catch Jews and sacrifice them to the round head! If it is snatched away by others, you will have no chance at all. ”
“Can I take her to Yuan Tou now? "Mario asked eagerly with big eyes.
"No, of course not. ”
Marco quickly shook his head, “Yuanshou is very busy now. He is busy directing everyone to fight the Soviets, and he has no time to see you. "
"I..." Mario hesitated with a sullen face.
"If you feel you can't protect her, maybe Father Hans will send her away. Give it to Victor, when the time comes..."
"I can! I can definitely protect her! "Mario didn't wait for his brother to finish, and made a promise in a panic.
"The point is that no one can know that she is a Jew, and it is best not to let others know that she is hiding here. "
"Not even aunt? "
"Of course not! Marco said firmly, "Have you forgotten who used to steal your chocolate?" "
"Not even Oliver? "Mario's expression became more and more nervous, "He is my best friend. "
"Of course not! Marco shook his head simply, "No one can do it until Mora is handed over to Yuan Shu." "
"I...I understand! "
Mario gritted his teeth and glanced at Mora who was sitting opposite him tremblingly, "I will protect my trophies! Won't let anyone take her away! "
"Idiot..."
The little girl Maura, who had shaved her head, muttered secretly. She was two years older than Mario, and since her father was After being captured, she has been living in hiding. She is not as free and innocent as Mario, who is brainwashed every day. Naturally, she can understand to some extent that Marco is actually helping her, not to mention that the person in advance has told her in advance. There are no bullets in the gun.
At this moment, someone knocked on the wooden door at the top of the stairs. Marco immediately stood up, while Mario waved his little hand towards Maura and gestured wildly, and at the same time opened the closet door at the innermost side of the room.
It wasn't until Maura was pushed into the closet by Mario and the closet door was closed that Marco opened the door and then saw the little nurse who was always wearing a mask and a hat.
"What's wrong?" Marco asked and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"A motorcycle and a car came outside." The little nurse's words immediately made Marco nervous again.
"Quick, gauze!" Marco said nervously.
The young nurse was stunned, and quickly took out a large piece of blood-stained dressing from her pocket, and wrapped gauze on the former's face, blocking most of his face.
After hurriedly looking in the mirror, Marco reached out and picked up the big-brimmed hat hanging on the hanger at the door and put it on his head, closed the door and walked quickly down the stairs.
After he passed through the clinic with a pale face that looked like a slaughterhouse, he immediately saw a motorcycle with a sidecar parked at the door, and sitting on the sidecar of this motorcycle, It happened to be my crazy aunt!
"It's broken..." Marco subconsciously blocked the door of the clinic with his body, and looked at his aunt slowly walking out of the sidecar in panic.
Marco’s aunt seemed not to recognize him. She extended her right hand to salute with a fanatical look. After Marco responded to her blankly, she said businesslikely, "Major Rudy." , we learned that you and your soldiers commandeered this clinic to provide help to frontline soldiers, so we specially sent some medicines and supplies, and brought a new mission."
"What mission? "Marco asked subconsciously.
Marco’s aunt looked at the car parked at the alley behind her and said expressionlessly, “Guard this clinic and help every German who needs help, whether he is a soldier or a civilian. ."
After looking at Marco with a dull look on his face, the woman reached out her right hand enthusiastically and shouted, "Germany will eventually win!"
This The voice not only received a response from the soldiers behind him, but also woke Marco up.
"Germany will eventually win!" Marco quickly responded.
"Finally, thank you for lending me your motorcycle before."
"No...you're welcome..." Marco said dryly.
Marco’s aunt raised her arm expressionlessly and directed the soldiers behind her to move boxes of medicines, food, and various consumables from the truck at the entrance of the alley. They came down and were piled neatly at the door of the clinic. Then they simply left, leaving only the BMW motorcycle with an MG42 machine gun on the sidecar parked alone at the end of the clinic.
Watching these people leave blankly, Marco shivered and walked quickly to the motorcycle.From the deepest part of the sidecar, an inconspicuous ammunition bag was taken out.
Carefully opening the ammunition bag, I saw a heavy gold bar and a card the size of a cigarette box inside. Opening the card gently, there was only a simple sentence written on it, "Take good care of Mario until he reaches adulthood."
Turn around and look at the entrance of the alley, except for the smoke and smoke brought by the wind. Due to the moist vapor, the truck had long since disappeared.
Looking in the opposite direction towards the clinic, the three Weiran people holding various medical instruments all had surprise written on their faces. Even the little nurse who was hiding poked out half of her head. , looking at the supplies piled at the door in surprise.
Dad Hans glanced at the entrance of the alley, cheered up and said, "Now that we have the medicine, don't let the wounded suffer. Marco, move the things in quickly."
"Oh, it's coming, it's coming!" Marco hurriedly put the ammunition bag into his arms, and under the guidance of the little nurse, he found the most urgently needed anesthetic and moved it inside.
Almost at the same time that the first anesthetic was pushed into the body of the wounded, Marco's aunt had already crossed the Moltke Bridge with heavily armed soldiers.
This fanatical woman stood at the bridge and slowly lit a cigarette and took a long puff. She glanced at the direction of the clinic with nostalgia in the lingering smoke and muttered something to herself. idiot. Then she took the submachine gun handed to her by a young soldier and rushed into the battlefield without hesitation.