April 28, eight o'clock in the evening. The Soviet artillery fire that raged for a full hour finally died down. Before the smoke cleared, the 765th Regiment of the 150th Division of the 79th Infantry Division of the Soviet Red Army once again began to attack the Moltke Bridge under the cover of numerous firepower. attack.
At the same time, in the basement of the clinic, which only relied on flashlights to provide lighting, Wei Ran and others also dusted off the dust on their bodies, and their faces showed a look of fear for the rest of their lives. color.
"The artillery has stopped, I'll go up and have a look." Father Hans said and was about to get up.
"I'll go!" Marco was the first to stand up, "I'll go and have a look."
"I'd better go, I can speak Russian."
Wei Ran pulled Marco back and said, "Marco, you hold a gun and guard the entrance."
Hearing this, Marco looked at Father Hans, who After hesitating for a moment, he nodded, "Marco, give him the pistol."
"No need." Wei Ran waved his hand, "I have a weapon, please turn off the flashlight first."
Before the others could say anything else, Wei Ran climbed up the ladder to the top of the cave entrance. After Hans' father turned off the flashlight, he pushed the bathtub above his head and pushed it up with great effort. , revealing a gap only as big as a fist.
Looking out through the gap, Wei Ran continued to use force to open it, and then climbed up carefully.
After an hour of artillery fire, both sides of this not-so-wide alley had been reduced to ruins, and the location of the cinema not far away could even be seen at a glance. It's just that the place has now turned into a flaming ruin...
Wei Ran silently retracted his gaze and focused his attention on a closer location, the bathroom that serves as the entrance and exit of the basement. Only the lower half of the two walls connected to the vents, less than one meter high, remained, and even the surrounding collapsed ruins were pushed aside by the air waves generated by the explosion.
There was even a smoke-filled crater in the open space less than 20 meters away from the basement. Looking at the crater where the medical tent was originally located, it has now turned into a pile of building ruins three or four meters high.
Are these idiots using Stalin’s hammer here?
Wei Ran swallowed, carefully climbed up the rubble, took out the telescope from the leather notebook and pointed it in the direction of the Moltke Bridge. With the help of flares that rose from time to time, he could even barely see the Soviet Red Army on the bridge falling to the ground like wheat under machine gun fire!
Climbing down from the ruins carefully, Wei Ran put away the telescope, bent down and picked up a pair of hemostats that reflected the firelight, secretly thinking that it was a pity that all the medicines and supplies that had not had time to be transported into the basement were exploded. Destroyed.
Walking back to the bathtub, Wei Ran lay down on the vent that was only half a meter above the ground and shouted, "It's me, I want toGet down there, don't shoot. "
"I have put away the gun," Marco responded from the other end of the vent.
Hearing this, Wei Ran looked around again. After making sure it was safe, Then he lifted up the bathtub, lay down at the dark hole and said, "The Soviets are still fighting for the Moltke Bridge, but everything around us has been blown up. ”
“What about the cinema? How about the movie theater? "Dad Hans came up and asked nervously.
Wei Ran was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly, but he didn't know how to answer this question.
Soon after, Father Hans, Dr. Lodge, and Marco climbed up from the basement one after another. After seeing the miserable scene of ruined walls around them, they all fell silent.
"Should we continue going to the basement? Hiding? Marco asked, hiding his body in the shadows. "We have enough food and various medicines to last for a long time." ”
“But we didn’t prepare much water. "Wei Ran couldn't help but remind him. Counting the four of them, there were almost 20 people in that basement. Just drinking water every day was not a small amount.
"The Soviets will attack soon. "Come here," Dr. Lodge reminded, "Maybe..."
"Do you really expect them to be angels who come to save us?" "
Dad Hans was extremely sober at this time, "Before they come, we need to quickly get enough water from the river. I have a hunch that even if the war is over, it would be best for the women in the basement not to come out for a while. "
Dr. Rocky looked at the direction of the Moltke Bridge in surprise, then nodded, "Everyone, let's go look around for a container that can hold water. Half an hour later, we went to the river to fetch water. ”
Hearing this, everyone immediately dispersed and looked for containers that could be used to hold water in the ruins. Soon, large and small buckets, soup pots and several bottles originally used to hold kerosene The 20-liter gasoline barrels were collected and piled on the edge of the bathtub.
“With two buckets per person, we ran a few more times. ”
After finishing speaking, Father Hans picked up the only two gasoline barrels and walked towards the Spree River. The kerosene in these two oil barrels had been used up. It would have been long ago. They had been used to hold water the day before yesterday, and they had been kept in the storage room next to the bathroom. Wei Ran dug them out just now.
“Marco, get a bucket. That's it, get an extra submachine gun. "After Wei Ran finished speaking, he picked up two buckets and followed Father Hans and Dr. Rocky who were walking at the front.
After hearing this, Marco quickly put the submachine gun on his shoulder. Bullet, and then followed him carrying a metal bucket that was deformed by bricks.
Amidst the frightening firefight, a group of four people cautiously approached Spree under the cover of a large number of ruins around them. The direction of the river.
As the distance got closer, everyone in the darkness could see Mao Qi more clearly.There were fire snakes intertwining on the bridge, soldiers constantly falling, and even explosions happening everywhere.
"Stop looking and move quickly! Maybe the Soviets will come over later." Father Hans urged, carrying two buckets, and Wei Ran followed them in no particular order. He crawled on his hands and knees through the streets along the river bank.
"You get water first, and I'll go see if there are any fish in the fishing net." Dr. Lodge whispered after crawling over.
"Let me help you!" Wei Ran recalled the experience of picking up a body yesterday, and quickly handed the bucket that had just been tied with a rope to Marco beside him.
Following the location in their memory, the two climbed more than ten meters closer to the Moltke Bridge, and then found the rope tied to half of the street light pole.
However, within two pulls, they felt an unusual weight, and even heard a muffled groan coming from under the river embankment.
"Someone!" Dr. Lodge couldn't help but exclaimed.
"It seems he is still alive this time!" After saying this, Wei Ran tightened his helmet and carefully stretched his head under the river embankment. Then he saw a dark, wet gun pointed at the muzzle. The tip of his nose.
However, before he could dodge, the arm holding the pistol hung down feebly, and the Nagant revolver originally held in his hand fell into the turbid air with a "plop". In the river.
"It's a Soviet, he seems to be alive!"
Wei Ran subconsciously reached out and grabbed the other person's arm, and then said, "There is another one, two Soviets. !"
Without any hesitation, Dr. Lodge made a decision, "Hans! Marco, come here and help!"
Hearing this, Father Hans and Marco ran over quickly. After learning that there were two Soviets below, they immediately pulled out a scalpel and tried to cut the rope connecting the fishing net.
"Save them!" Dr. Lodge grabbed Father Hans's wrist and said extremely seriously, "I mean save them!"
"But they are The Soviets, they will..."
Before Marco could finish his words, Dr. Lodge said seriously, "In my clinic, except chain dogs, they must die, regardless of whether they are Soviets, Germans or As long as the Jews are not dead, they must provide medical assistance!"
"Stupid professional ethics..."
Father Hans reluctantly put away the scalpel! , called Marco to help, and pulled up the two people hanging on the fishing net.
It wasn't until the two men were pulled up the river embankment that everyone could see clearly through the flares that flew up from time to time. The left leg of the Soviet Red Army soldier who had just pointed a gun at the guard was only just below the knee. There is only one muscle left that is not broken.
I don’t know if he did it actively or unintentionally. The rope connecting the fishing net tightly wrapped around the knee socket of the leg. He used his own gravity to tighten the rope to stop the bleeding.
The other person was even worse. His abdomen was stained red with blood, all thanks to He Zhi.The connected belt of the former man strangled the wound, while his lower body was completely soaked in the turbid river water. There even seemed to be a shrapnel the size of a lighter embedded in his back!
Dr. Lodge and Father Hans tested their breathing respectively. The former even took off the stethoscope he carried with him and listened to their heartbeats. After confirming that they were still alive, he quickly said, "Carry it back first!"
"Don't worry"
Dad Hans and Wei Ran said in unison, and then they started to take off the two trapped people one after another. All the weapons on the unconscious wounded man.
Four people worked in pairs, carrying the two wounded people who might die at any time, back to the edge of the ruins of the clinic with difficulty. After some searching, they carried the two wounded men to the remains of a room with only three walls less than one meter high.
"Victor, go to the basement and get the first aid kit and the gas lamp."
Dr. Lodge continued to speak while using the surgical scissors he carried with him to cut open the clothes around the wound. , "Victor, go get water yourself!"
"Okay! Okay!" After Marco said that, he ran towards the river and disappeared.
At the same time, Wei Ran also moved the bathtub again, and with the help of the women inside, he brought up three first aid kits with iron seals and two kerosene gas lamps.
By the time he lit the gas lamp, Father Hans and Dr. Lodge had already opened all three unused first-aid kits and tied the two wounded men with horsetails.
These three first aid boxes were specially sent to the basement by Dr. Lodge in advance. In his words, after the war is over, the three of them can rely on the medical equipment in these three boxes and the basement. With other medicines stored in it, the clinic started operating again. But now it seems that the clinic, which was destroyed less than half an hour ago, will obviously open before the end of the war.
"Victor, you come for amputation."
Dr. Lodge let Wei Ran hang the kerosene gas lamp on the remaining clothes hook on the wall, speaking very fast Quickly commanded, "Leave this one with an abdominal injury to us. His injury is a bit serious. I don't know if he can survive."
"Should we call Nurse Leni up to help?" Wei Ran asked As he spoke, he lifted up a high-backed chair and hung the second lit kerosene lamp on it.
"There have never been nurses here. There have never been any. Not even women, whether adults or minors." Father Hans raised his head and said to Wei Ran very seriously.
"I understand"
Wei Ran nodded, put on rubber gloves silently, and began to perform amputation surgery step by step on the Soviet Red Army soldier who once pointed a gun at him. .
With a large number of injured people practicing in the past few days, he has performed such amputation surgeries countless times. Even during the operation, he was distracted and glanced at the unconscious Red Sergeant.Soldier's epaulettes.
"Is he a captain? He seems to be an instructor?" Wei Ran muttered to himself, then put aside his distracting thoughts and began the bloody work of cutting flesh and sawing bones.
With the busy work of the three of them, the intense rescue work was carried out in an orderly manner, and Marco also went back and forth among the ruins, filling all the containers they had collected not long ago with cold of river water.
Even after asking Father Hans, Marco lit a bonfire in the remaining fireplace in a room not far from them, boiling and disinfecting the unclean river water. He processed the fish that he had just unhooked from the fishing net and threw them into separate helmets and German lunch boxes that were used as soup pots to prepare fish soup.
When the vague aroma jumped over the broken wall and floated into the temporary operating room, Wei Ran basically completed the work roughly. After finishing bandaging the wound, he casually covered him with a blanket, immediately moved the high-backed chair with a kerosene lamp hanging next to Father Hans, and then put on new gloves to prepare to help.
"For the first time, I feel that Victor's rough suturing method may be the correct operation," Dr. Lodge joked while working.
"He is more suitable for saving lives on the battlefield, not for your shabby clinic. Rocky, just give up." Father Hans teased Luo, who has been making offers to Wei Ran in the past two days. Doctor Qi tacitly accepted the hemostatic forceps from Wei Ran and began to explain in detail as usual.
As time passed, more and more bloody gauze was discarded around the operating table, but the expressions of the three became more and more relaxed.
Leaving the final suturing work to Dr. Lodge, Father Hans took off his gloves and threw them directly outside the wall. As Wei Ran walked to the next door, he said, "Fortunately, it's just injured and it's useless." It depends on him whether he can survive the appendix. As long as he can survive the abdominal infection, he may have a chance to survive."
"Penicillin in this era is a miracle drug, so it should be. I can't die..." Wei Ran muttered to himself, and picked up the things he had dug out from the body of the Soviet Red Army soldier who had his legs amputated before the operation started.