Chapter 429 Beer and Military Rank

In the indistinct prayers that were disturbed by the noise of artillery fire, the soldier who was shot in the chest finally closed his eyes, and Tom, who had been afraid to hide under the wreckage of the tank, seemed to be reborn. Generally, the fear that once appeared on the face is replaced by piety and determination. As for Wei Ran, who had no faith at all, he had already dragged back the third wounded person.

Obviously, the addition of Pastor Tom made Wei Ran’s treatment work much easier. He could hardly help people with medical treatment, but he could rely on the Bible and the prayers from his mouth. Successfully calmed the restless wounded.

With the tacit cooperation between the two, each of the wounded received temporary treatment, and then were carried by the stretcher bearers running around the battlefield to the bunker built by bulldozers on the rear beach.

As time goes by, the sun that was originally hanging high above the head gradually sinks most of the body under the sea level. I don’t even remember how many wounded people have been rescued, and the health of the whole body has already been exhausted. All medicine reserves in four medical kits.

But there is no sign of the battle stopping. Fortunately, with the artillery support of the warships on the sea, two troops have occupied the high ground on both sides of the landing site. Now the ones in front are Only the high ground densely covered with fire points in front of the landing site and the anti-slope artillery hidden behind this high ground were left.

The ruptured blood vessels were sutured amidst the wails of the wounded. Wei Ran threw all the used medical equipment into the medical bag, then pushed it to Pastor Tom and said, "You and the stretcher bearer will go back later. By the way, bring me two new medical kits and enough morphine. If you have any plasma, remember to get more."

"Leave it to me"

Bring it to me. Pastor Tom, who was already stained with the blood of soldiers, made a hoarse promise. After being busy with Wei Ran for most of the day, he had completely let go of his fear. At least he would no longer subconsciously lie down and hold his head just because he heard the sound of artillery. .

Before Tom could hang the medical bag around his neck, the stretcher-bearer who had guided Wei Ran to the location of the injured black man in the morning also ran over with his companions.

For most of the day, Wei Ran cooperated with the other party. At the same time, he also learned that the stretcher bearer was named Randy, and his partner was named Adam.

"Randy, do you still have any in stock?" Wei Ran asked in a high voice.

Hearing this, Randy and Adam turned the stretcher over, looked at the bags on the back of the stretcher and replied, "No more. The last two medical bags have just been taken away by Chris."

"Where's the plasma?" Wei Ran conveniently put a casualty information label on the helmet of the wounded man at his feet, "He needs a blood transfusion and a dose of morphine..."

" Then let's run faster." Before Randy could finish his words, he had already put down the stretcher and carried up the wounded whom Wei Ran had just treated.

"Tom will also follow you back," Wei Ran reminded, "bring him to me later."

"I will find you"

Voice Not yet settled, Randy and Adam had already picked up the stretcher and ran to the rear, while Pastor Tom also ran away with his Bible whose pages were stained red with blood.

With the rescue work temporarily out of the way, Wei Ran had no intention of leaving his position. He just lay down in the foxhole dug by someone who didn't know who used the bomb hole to relieve his tired spirit.

Speaking of which, although the firepower of the Japanese army on the opposite side was fierce, it was much worse than the original No. 19 Don River position or the Battle of Berlin, even because of the crazy suppression of the naval guns at sea. As well as the bombs dropped by the planes that are always circling overhead, as long as he hides in the hiding spot, there will basically not be much danger.

But those soldiers who fought head-on and had to risk their lives to capture the high ground were in another situation. The dense firepower on the high ground, the direct artillery fire from behind the high ground, and the Japanese troops hidden in the ruins Snipers inflicted heavy casualties on them.

In this afternoon, he no longer remembered how many groups of reinforcements soldiers came from behind, let alone how many wounded soldiers he and Pastor Tom personally sent away, and how many soldiers sacrifices he witnessed with his own eyes. .

He reached out and took out the pack of cigarettes from the mesh cover of his helmet. Wei Ran, who rarely smoked, took one out and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he took out a lighter he picked up and lit it. He took a big sip comfortably against the damp foxhole wall.

For someone like him who rarely smokes, the nicotine released from this cigarette without a filter easily gave him a sense of dizziness.

After finishing a cigarette in two or three puffs, Wei Ran cautiously stuck his head out to look at the frontal battlefield, then quickly retracted and continued to wait for Pastor Tom to return.

However, after waiting for more than half an hour, not only did Tom not come back, but even the two stretcher bearers, who also had a good impression, did not come back.

Is something going to happen to them?

Wei Ran's heart sank and he risked standing up and looking around. After hesitating for a moment, he jumped out of the foxhole and ran back.

Bypassing the scorched earth, broken corpses, and large and small bomb craters, when he ran back to the beach landing site, he discovered that a large enough building had been built here. A safe bunker, and even a makeshift field hospital behind the bunker.

But at this time, there was a very conspicuous shell crater near the hospital, which was not that big. There were even corpses lying around the shell crater that had not yet been taken away.

At this time, Pastor Tom and stretcher bearer Randy were working together to carry a wailing wounded man to the makeshift operating room.

"What's going on?" Wei Ran shouted and asked after catching up with Tom.

"Shelling"

The priest shouted in response, "Two shells just landed near the field hospital. Adam died, and several doctors died. Victor, Go to the operating room to help."

Wei Ran glanced at the wounded on the stretcher and then looked at his faceThe grieving Randy rushed into the temporary operating room without saying a word.

This so-called temporary operating room is, to put it bluntly, a large trench with a roof. In addition to being relatively safe, the environment is not much better than outside. Even because it is too close to the seaside, the ground has already accumulated A layer of murky sea water that is enough to cover the feet. In the far corner, there is even a water pump working non-stop.

There are four beds in this small operating room, but there are only two doctors busy with the operation. The wounded lying on the remaining two beds are just hung up. He was given plasma and morphine.

As soon as Wei Ran walked in, a female nurse asked loudly and very fast, "Can you do abdominal surgery or amputation?"

"We can do both" Wei Ran He quickly responded, "But he's better at amputation."

"God bless, come here soon"

The female nurse immediately sent Wei Ran a set of surgical clothes to help him After putting it on, he immediately cut open the clothes of the wounded man who was still wearing surgical clothes, revealing the severed arm wound that was restrained by the pressure band.

"I have already used morphine"

The injured doctor said calmly, "Now I need to suture the blood vessels and"

"Now I am Doctor, lie down."

Wei Ran blocked the second half of the other party's sentence and tried the wound with a scalpel. Seeing that the other party felt no pain, he immediately started rough treatment procedures.

If you exclude the surrounding environment and the constant English conversations, this place is almost the same as the small clinic next to the Moltke Bridge in Berlin. At most, there is no shortage of medical supplies here, and at the same time, there is no shortage of medical experience. It's just a little richer.

With the help of the nurse whose name he did not even know, the wounded were carried onto the operating table one by one, and were quickly carried away after treatment. The turbid seawater under the feet was gradually dyed red by the dripping blood, and the disgusting smell of blood filled the simple operating room.

Gradually, the sound of artillery outside gradually became sparse, and the sound of firefights became more and more distant, but the number of wounded soldiers sent in did not decrease at all.

After he helped a wounded person remove the eyeball that fell out of the eye socket for unknown reasons, the nurse immediately said, "Doctor Victor, we should change places."

"Follow me." Before the nurse could finish her words, she had already picked up the medical kit and was the first to leave the operating room.

It was only then that Wei Ran noticed that it was already dark outside. There were already a lot of supplies around, and even some wounded people were lining up, waiting to take the landing vehicle back to the relatively safe warship.

Following the female nurse and walking a hundred or two hundred meters in the dark, Wei Ran discovered that a temporary field hospital had been built here, and there were evenBulldozers and excavators were busy building bunkers and trenches.

“You can take a rest here.” The female nurse took Wei Ran to the door of a tent. “This is the dormitory of Camp Seabee. I will bring you some food and drink later. "

"Thank you, thank you."

As Wei Ran thanked him, he also got into the tent, and then he discovered that the three people inside were all acquaintances.

In addition to Pastor Tom, stretcher bearer Randy is also here, but the last acquaintance is the bulldozer driver who pointed a gun at him because he saved the black man, the naked Armed soldier.

It’s just that this guy has a band of gauze wrapped horizontally across his chest, making it look like he’s wearing a strapless tube top, which is a little nondescript and funny.

"Look who's here"

The still shirtless soldier dropped the playing cards in his hand, then turned off the radio next to him, and said with a mocking look on his face, "Tom, Randy, he is the shameful medic I just said, the one who wasted precious medicines on those black people"

"Again, I don't think that is shameful."< /p>

Wei Ran glanced at Tom and Randy who looked embarrassed, sat down on a bed and took off his blood-soaked surgical clothes and military uniforms while saying, "Of course, I I don’t think you dare to point a gun at me now.”

“Marshall, that’s enough.”

Tom was like a complete priest at this time, “I just said it. After that, we are all equal before God."

"We are also equal before doctors." Randy, the stretcher bearer, added, "Marshall, you should apologize to Victor. He saved a lot of people today, and maybe you will need his help tomorrow."

"He should apologize to us," Marshall said stubbornly, "He should go to the black people. Rest in the tent"

"You are Marshall" Wei Ran looked at the other party in surprise. He had calculated everything, but he never expected that this bastard who once pointed a gun at him was Marshall

"You've heard of me"

Marshall looked at Wei Ran with a mocking look on his face, intentionally or unintentionally showing two crossed revolvers on his arm and a pentagram wearing a cowboy hat. A tattoo composed of stars. Under this tattoo, there is a ribbon tattoo with the word "rebertheao".

Just from this tattoo, I know that this stubborn bastard must be from Texas, because before entering this war, Weiran had heard about it from Katenka and Makar more than once. , that sentence rebertheao remembers that the Alamo is a symbol of Texas independence.

Thinking of this, Wei Ran couldn't help but scolded the metal book again in his heart, taking a photo of such a stubborn bastard and that black man Will, I'm afraid only one of them would turn into a corpse. It's possible.

"Answer my question" MarshallHe stood up, walked to Wei Ran and asked with a cold face.

Glancing at the blood-stained gauze, Wei Ran pressed it gently. Seeing that the other party subconsciously took a step back due to the pain of the wound, he deliberately imitated Ji Ma's wretchedness. His expression and tone said, "I haven't heard of you. I just know a girl named Marshall. She wears the same top as you, but her breasts are much bigger than yours."

This blatant ridicule immediately made Marshall raise his fist, but before his fist could hit Wei Ran's face, he was already stopped by Pastor Tom and stretcher bearer Randy.

"Marshall, I order you in the name of God to put your fists away and apologize to Victor" Tom shouted seriously.

“I don’t believe in God.” As he spoke, the stubborn Marshall raised his leg and kicked Wei Ran who was very close.

"What if my rank as lieutenant requires you to apologize immediately?"

Pastor Tom's tone became more and more severe, completely different from the frightened look he had when he was hiding under the wreckage of the tank.

"Then I will also use my sergeant rank to ask him to apologize to me," Marshall said stubbornly.

"Tom, let him go."

Wei Ran coughed, took out a pair of shoulder badges stained with the blood of the wounded from his pocket and showed them to Marshall, and then said He said with an innocent face, "If I remember correctly, I seem to be a second lieutenant. Then Sergeant, I don't need your apology, let alone apologize to you, but how about we shake hands and make peace? If you have no objection, I can ask You guys drink beer."

Marshall was stunned, then took advantage of the steps provided by Wei Ran and stretched out his hand reluctantly, "For the sake of beer."

"Of course, for the sake of the beer." Wei Ran smiled, stretched out his hand and shook it.

"Marshall, how can you be a sergeant?" stretcher bearer Randy asked in surprise, "Aren't you a bulldozer driver?"

"The promotion I received in Saipan , This time he was temporarily transferred here." After Marshall finished speaking, he looked at Wei Ran and asked in an unfriendly tone, "What about you, Second Lieutenant? Why did you go to the front line? You should stay in the battalion hospital. "

"It's just an accident." Wei Ran spread his hands and said, "Give me your kettle and I'll get you some beer."

"You can really get beer." Although Pastor Tom's tone was obviously distrustful, he still handed his kettle to Wei Ran honestly.

"Just give me the kettle." Weiran took the kettle and then extended his hand to Marshall and Randy.

"If you can let me drink beer, I will apologize to you." The tough-tongued Marshall also took off his own water bottle and handed it to Wei Ran as he spoke.

"I apologize to you if you can't drink beer."

Wei Ran smiled, took the kettles from the other party and Randy, and walked out. He said, "Wait for me here. Of course, you can also go get some food."Come. ", please remember:, free fastest update, no anti-theft, no anti-theft