"Victor, how is the situation?" Carlo calmed down and asked Wei Ran, who was checking Trento's injuries in the cargo compartment.
"It's not a big problem"
Wei Ran replied without raising his head, "The medical kit has enough stuff to perform an operation on him, and there are also things that can help Pierre." "
"I'm asking you," Carlo had to say again, "Are you sure you can perform surgery on him?"
"Of course, this is just a simple matter. "It's a small operation."
Wei Ran sat on a wooden box containing ammunition, "But the wind and sand here are too strong, we need to completely seal the box, and we also need enough lighting to do it. ."
"These are not problems."
As reporter Pell spoke, he untied the canvas sheds on the wooden railings on both sides of the cargo bucket, "Put down both sides, and then Covering the canvas under Trento's butt will be enough to block all the sand."
"We can remove the lights on the motorcycle to provide lighting," said Panetong second. said.
"Let's get started." Weiran stood up, "Carlo, get the motorcycle over, and then we lift Trento onto the motorcycle first."
" Are you really sure?" Carlo asked again before taking action.
"Is there a hospital or doctor nearby?" Wei Ran smiled and gave the same answer as when he treated Pierre last night.
"What you said makes sense." Carlo smiled and walked towards the motorcycle not far away.
While everyone was busy, Trento, who had been shot in the thigh, and Pierre, who was still suffering from a high fever, lay on the motorcycle. Then the four of them worked together to fire the Breda anti-aircraft gun in the truck compartment. and some obstructive wooden boxes were lifted down.
In this busy arrangement, everyone had something to gain. What made Carlo and Panetong most happy was that they discovered four boxes of Italian pasta and five boxes of canned tomatoes.
Just these two things, as long as they find water, it is enough to cook the pasta they are craving for. In addition, a box of butter sealed in tin cans and a box of olive oil that Italians liked were found in the boxes originally covered by canvas. In addition, there are actually four large boxes of French red wine!
But for Weiran, the surprise was the Breda 35 anti-aircraft gun that was carried down. This 20 mm caliber anti-aircraft gun used the same ammunition as his anti-tank gun. And he found several boxes of such ammunition in this car!
Under repeated questioning by everyone, Trento, who was shot in the thigh, had to tell the truth. These things turned out to be supplies from the 101st Division Headquarters!
“These bastards, we have been eating spoiled canned tuna for at least a month. Not only do they have pasta to eat, but they also have red wine to drink!” Panetong cursed through gritted teeth and opened a bottle. A bottle of red wine, I tilted my neck and took two sipsThen he handed it to Carlo beside him.
The latter took the red wine and took a big gulp of it. After passing the bottle to Pell, he guessed indignantly, "Panetong, do you think the gentlemen from our 132nd Division Headquarters can also do it?" Eat pasta and white bread dipped in olive oil at any time?”
“Is this even necessary?”
Pell also took a sip of wine and said depressedly, “Let’s go. At that time, I wondered why the headquarters of the 101st Division asked me to ride in this truck, and even sent an armored vehicle to protect me. It turned out that they were protecting their spaghetti in my name!”
"You have time to chat, why not bring Trento up first."
Wei Ran, who secretly pried open an ammunition box by organizing the temporary operating room, reminded, "Also, you need to go around He put some sand dunes on guard for me, lest the British come over just after I helped him take out the bullet." "Right away!" Panetong, who had already opened the second bottle of red wine, shook it. bottle, "Victor, do you want to take a sip to quench your thirst first?"
Wei Ran shook his head and refused, dumbfounded, "Forget it, I'm afraid I might accidentally cut off Trento's leg after drinking too much. "
"Then I'll keep this bottle for you, and we'll drink it when you're done," Panetong said while pressing the oak stopper into the mouth of the bottle.
"Panetong" Wei Ran reminded seriously, "We don't know how long it will take to find fresh water, so it's best to save those red wines."
Panetong Tong quickly made a promise, "There are so many of us who only drink two bottles!"
Hearing this, Wei Ran stopped talking nonsense and reminded before pulling up the curtain, "Carlo, turn on the lights. Well, before I go out, you must not lift the tarpaulin, otherwise Trento will really have to amputate once sand enters the wound."
"Don't worry, Victor!" Karl. As Luo said, he and German reporter Pell had already lifted Trento onto the cargo bucket tightly wrapped in canvas.
Just as Wei Ran fastened the double-layer canvas curtain, the motorcycle lights hanging on the ceiling also lit up with the sound of the engine outside, illuminating every detail in the dark cargo compartment.
"Trento, let me cover your eyes first to prevent you from being blinded by the light above your head, and also to prevent you from moving around in fear when you see the wound." Wei Ran held up a long strip. Canvas reminded.
"Come on," Trento closed his eyes and said nervously, "Victor, you must not saw off my legs."
" We don’t need Mussolini’s ass to eat, so why are you cutting off your legs?” Wei Ran joked while wrapping the former’s eyes with a thick canvas.
After making sure that the other party could not see anything, Wei Ran gave him a dose of morphine, put on rubber gloves while the drug was taking effect, and immediately started the operation.
Trento was lucky. Although the bullet tore the muscle of his thigh and damaged the bone, he was lucky enough not to hit the target.What damage is done to major blood vessels. Undoubtedly, this is also the main reason why he can survive until now without losing blood and dying.
The bullet was quickly removed, and then the muscles and epithelial tissue were carefully sutured and wrapped in dressings. Wei Ran carefully took out the medical kit from the metal book, and took out four penicillins, which were absolutely rare in this era, but could be called life-saving medicine.
After taking back the medical kit, Wei Ran gave Trento a shot of penicillin, but he did not rush to untie the canvas from the opponent's eyes, but carefully removed it from the ammunition box that had been opened in advance at his feet. He took out 11 rounds of high-speed tungsten core armor-piercing bullets that his anti-tank gun could use and put them into his canvas bag.
After hiding the bullet, he untied the canvas from the other person's face, then opened the curtain and motioned to Carlo, who was guarding the motorcycle not far away, "Bring Pierre up too." , take Trento down first."
"Took it out?" Carlo asked in surprise, "Is his leg okay?"
"Nothing wrong." Wei Ran responded with a smile.
After hearing this, Carlo felt completely relieved. He called to German reporter Per, and with the help of Weiran, he temporarily lifted Trento out of the cargo hopper, and then lifted Trento, who was still suffering from a high fever and even unconscious. Pierre, who was somewhat unconscious, sent him up.
After tying the canvas curtain, Wei Ran examined the other party’s broken arm and severely burned legs. Then he picked up the penicillin he had taken out earlier and gave him a needle. Then he injected the burns on his legs. After applying some medicine found in the medical kit in the car, he opened the curtain and said to Panetong outside, "I see that your foot seems to have been limping for the past two days. Do you need me to take a look at it?" "Look?"
"No need," Panetong pulled up his trouser legs and pointed at the bruise on his calf, "It's just a bump, but if you want, give it to the Englishman." Look at his injuries."
"What happened to him?" Wei Ran asked, looking at the British man who had been pulled out from under the truck chassis.
"There was a gash on his head," German reporter Pell said nonchalantly, "but there is no bleeding anymore, so there is no need to waste medicine on him."
" Even if my mule is injured, I won't just sprinkle a handful of sand on the wound to stop the bleeding." Carlo exposed Pell's approach angrily, "Victor, help him."< /p>
"Bring it up"
Wei Ran said nonchalantly. He didn't have any bad feelings towards the British, but he didn't have a good impression either. After all, if we push forward a hundred years in this era, in China, The proliferation of girls is sold to these idiots.
When Carlo and Panetong pushed the British prisoner, whose hands were still tied, onto the cargo bed, Wei Ran said "Set's crotch" out of tune in the only English he knew, and then pointed at himself Here comes the phrase "Honey, knife special, monkey pours oil".
Obviously, this British guy not only understood this English that was not even loose, but he also sat down and stretched his head out in an extraordinarily obedient manner., and at the same time he said gratefully in the "grammar" of scholar Wei Ran, "Me, Harry, Harry Burton. Thanks, you, help, me!"
"Harry Potter?" Wei Ran was weird He whispered something in Chinese, and almost couldn't help but lift up the hair that was stuck together with dried blood on the other person's forehead to see if there was a lightning bolt on his forehead.
"Burton, Harry·Burton." The prisoner with a head injury corrected.
"It's Harry anyway?"
Wei Ran didn't bother to compare the other person's name, so he directly gave him a shot of morphine, and after he was numb, he immediately started Clean the clotted wound and the hair around the wound. It wasn't until the dried blood mixed with the fine sand was cleaned up and the wound began to bleed again that the six to seven centimeter long wound on the opponent's scalp was sutured.
After bandaging Harry's head injury, Wei Ran patiently waited for him to recover from the morphine, and then used the few English words he knew to piece together and interrogate him, "Harry, H2... No, water, wherehave? You know?"
Lest he might not understand, Wei Ran pointed around and repeated, "Water, wherehave?"
Harry, who had one eye wrapped with gauze to fix the wound, obviously understood what Wei Ran was saying, but unfortunately, it was Wei Ran's turn that he couldn't understand what he said next.
Wei Ran, who had been tortured by English since he was a child and had headaches, felt dizzy when he listened to it. He even had the illusion of going back to the English listening test back then. Finally, he simply asked succinctly, "Water, where have you?" you knowyes?"
"Yes!"
The dizzy Harry endured the pain on the top of his head and gave an affirmative answer at first, but then Before Wei Ran could speak, another "NO!" came out of his mouth that drove him crazy.