Chapter 443: Making up for the situation before it is too late

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In the busy operating room, the black man Will was still lying on the operating table receiving treatment. But Sean, the captain of the military police, had already been carried out by the confused Marshall, and the operating table, which was still a little charred, was replaced with new wounded people.

Without time to calm down, Wei Ran took over Will's treatment. Dr. Block also returned to the operating table where he was responsible and continued to work. As for Dr. Harrison, he picked up two new medical bags. Leave the operating room again and go outside to give the wounded those with relatively minor injuries as much help as possible.

In the quiet operating room, Will said abruptly, "It was the white man named Sean who saved us."

Will picked up the weapon he had taken from him not long ago. He looked at the bayonet pulled out from his thigh and said with lingering fear, "Later, those rats threw in a grenade. He threw the grenade back and blocked the shrapnel for me."

" "Stop talking."

Hearing this, Wei Ran and Dr. Bullock stopped their hands together. After a brief pause, they continued their business as if they had not heard anything.

"If he hadn't used his back to support the collapsed rafters of the bunker, we wouldn't have been able to move the two large barrels of napalm out in time. Once the napalm exploded, the camp would probably be burned to death. A lot of people."

The busy treatment work continued. Will was carried out of the operating room by two black stretcher bearers. Wei Ran, who had no time to take a breath, immediately put on new rubber gloves. Then he got involved in the rescue work of the next wounded person.

Gradually, the frequency of exchanges outside the operating room became lower and lower, and the sounds became farther and farther away. Finally, they stopped and completely returned to silence. At this time, the outside of the operating room had already been illuminated by the sun again. The wounded once again lived in the rebuilt tents.

Wei Ran stitched up the wound on Will's leg stitch by stitch, trying not to let himself think about what happened at that time, or what the military police captain who had a prejudice against black people was thinking at that time. What.

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The black man Will sighed and involuntarily clenched the bayonet from the 38 cover.

Hearing this, the tired Wei Ran and Dr. Bullock looked at each other, nodded indiscriminately, and then continued to devote themselves to the unfinished work at hand.

It wasn’t until they finished suturing the wounds that they all breathed a sigh of relief. They took off their rubber gloves and surgical clothes that were already stained with blood, took off their masks and walked out arm-in-arm. After entering the operating room, they found a nearby truck, each of them unbuckled their belts and poured out a long-lasting parabola on the tires.

"Victor, Brock, you can rest."

Dr. Harrison, with bloodshot eyes, walked into the operating room and said hoarsely, behind him , followed by two doctors who had already changed into surgical clothes and two male nurses.

Halfway through Bullock's words, he belatedly remembered that Nurse Jenny was no longer here.

"It's not you who should be sorry." Wei Ran also buckled his belt, "Go back and rest."

"I didn't expect that I could persevere"

"Thank you"

Wei Ran took it Putting the cigar pipe in his pocket, "I have nothing to give you. If you have time tonight, I'll treat you to a beer."

"This is for you"

Block started from He took out a metal pipe from his arms and gave it to Wei Yan, "Havana cigars, high-end goods I bought before coming to Guam."

However, when he opened the tent door, he immediately discovered something was wrong. This cigar was In the tent with a large number of bullet holes, not only Tom, whose butt was injured, and Marshall, who survived the grenade explosion and even had no trouble, were also there, including Randy, the stretcher bearer who hadn't seen him last night, but this guy was at this time. He was also shirtless and wrapped in a large piece of gauze.

But what surprised him even more was the black man Will

"You can get beer." Bullock didn't take it seriously at all, "Please wait until we return to Pearl Island." I'll drink."

Wei Ran smiled and said nothing. After bidding farewell to the other party, he staggered towards the tent not far away.

Although it seemed a bit strange to have a black man in this tent, what made Wei Ran even more dumbfounded was that it had only been one night, and now not only was there a black man beside each bed, rifle, and even under the bed, there was a circle of sandbags along the edge of the tent, especially at the head of Tom's bed, there was even an extra Thompson submachine gun hanging

"What are you" Wei Ran asked Halfway through, he abruptly changed his words, "Randy, where are you injured?"

He was playing poker with Randy and Tom at this time, and the ammunition boxes in front of them were neatly placed. Those bullets also imply that this card game has obviously been going on for a long time.

On the other hand, Marshall was sitting alone on a wooden box, carefully wiping the pistol parts of different shapes.

"The injury is very serious"

"There is such a long wound"

"Back"

Randy and Wei Ran He bumped his fists, cleared his throat and said happily, "Last night, I was slashed by a mouse with a command knife."

Wei Ran looked at Will as he spoke, sizing him up without leaving a trace. With the newly added 1911 pistol in his waist and the Japanese bayonet he pulled out from his leg last night, he asked, "Is your wound okay?"

Will quickly responded , "It's okay, Dr. Harrison just changed my medicine two hours ago."

Randy used his hands to draw a length of more than thirty centimeters, and then simply put down his hands. playing cards, stood up and picked up a command knife from his own bed, showing off proudly.Yao said, "But then I killed him and brought back his command knife."

"Your fortune is good"

Seeing Wei Ran look at him, Tom shook his head, "This bastard has been like this since he came back last night."

Then, as if he knew what Wei Ran wanted to ask, Tom patted Will's shoulder and explained proactively, "Yes. I asked him to stay. We have a lot of wounded black people here. Will staying can help me comfort them. Of course, for the sake of God, neither the battalion commander nor Mr. Marshall have any objections. ”

With bloodshot eyes, Marshall raised his head and glanced at Wei Ran, shook his head silently, and then continued to wipe the disassembled 1911 pistol without saying a word.

These words deliberately said to Marshall made the latter raise his head again, and for the first time, he said thank you to Will in a hoarse voice, and even took the initiative to salute Will.

But the despair in his eyes made everyone in the tent sigh.

You will think of a way

Wei Ran muttered to himself, pretending to be casual and said, "Of course he won't have any objections. When I carried him back yesterday, if If Will and his friends hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid you would have finished celebrating Marshall and I's Mass."

"I'm fine, I'm fine"

Marshall said hard. Exhaling a breath, he quickly assembled the parts on the table into a 1911 pistol. While groping for the burn marks on the wooden patch of the gun handle, he comforted himself in a relaxed tone, "There are no immortals in war. It's just the right choice." It’s just that bastard Sean. You see, I know it all, so there’s no need to persuade me.”

“Marshall”

Tom dropped the poker in his hand and climbed out of bed with difficulty. He got up and limped to Marshall's side, "Sean is dead. This is something that even God can't change. But I think he definitely doesn't want to see you like you are now."

"That's because you don't believe in God. Where's my cigar?"

Tom limped back to his bed, picked up the Bible still studded with bullets from under the pillow and shook it He shook his head and said, "I am a devout believer, so God helped me block this bullet. You can see this with your own eyes."

Tom sighed and spread his hands towards Wei Ran and others, " Let him calm down. God can't help him at this time."

"It's like God helped us last night." Wei Ran couldn't help but joked, casually referring to Dr. Bullock. He took out the cigar given to him and threw it to Marshall, "It's for you."

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, Randy was the first to burst out laughing, followed by his originally depressed mood. Marshall couldn't help but smile.

On the other hand, Will, who is black, crossed himself on his chest piously.So much so that Wei Ran couldn't help but want to say "Shan Zai" or "Infinite Heavenly Lord" on his behalf.

"But I was the one who killed the person who shot you, and there was only one cigar."

Wei Ran, who deliberately made a joke, sat down on his bed, "What's the matter? The good things are all done by your god, and the dirty things of killing people and letting go are all done by me."

With no sense of guilt at all, Wei Ran sat down on his own bed and reached out to pick up the chair. The one on the bedside, a carbine, also changed the subject and asked, "There is really only one cigar, but where do these come from? This is to equip us with weapons."

"It's Marshall at dawn. He picked it up with me before.”

Pastor Tom opened his mouth, picked up the fancy 1911 that was also placed under the pillow, and changed the subject, “Put God’s things aside for now, Victor. , you bastard actually left my pistol in the trench, don’t you think you should apologize to me, like a cigar or something?”

“Didn’t you find it all already?”< /p>

Wei Ran asked dumbfounded. This was more or less a last resort. Speaking of which, there was more than just a carbine on his bed. In addition, there were five or six 1911 pistol magazines and a dozen carbines. There were even traces of dried blood on some of the magazines.

Looking at the other people’s bedsides, the configurations are basically the same. Except for Pastor Tom’s bedside which has a Thompson submachine gun, the rest of the three have guns with a higher range. Far, more powerful 1 Garand. It was obvious that Marshall had carefully considered preparing these weapons.

Randy smiled and explained, "He is in charge of the weapons and I am in charge of the ammunition, but those sandbags around were made by Tom and Will."

"What are you doing? Are you going to turn this tent into a trench?"

"Although I don't think it's possible for those rats to come over, it does make me feel more at ease to have these weapons around." Wei Ran was the first to confirm Marshall. effort.

"We have prepared more than these things"

"At least the next time we are approached by those rats, we won't even have weapons to fight back."

After lighting up his only cigar, Marshall finally joined the conversation. This also made everyone who had nothing to say sigh in relief. Even Will's face showed a trace of honesty. smile.

As the box was opened, Wei Ran's eyes immediately widened. There were no less than 20 arkii-type grenades in this not-so-big box.

"You prepared this too." Wei Ran asked, looking at Marshall.

While Randy was speaking, he was already fastening the tent door in a familiar manner just like he did when he secretly drank beer in the past.

The black man Will also bent down and pulled out a wooden box covered by a blanket from under his bed.

Tom snatched the cigar from Marshall's hand and took a sip, then threatened the black man.Er winked, and the latter immediately closed the lid of the box, covered it with a blanket again, and pushed it back to the corner under the bed.

"Stop talking about this"

The latter spread his hands and said nonchalantly as before, "It's just a box of grenades."

Until this time , Tom suggested arrogantly, "Now that we are all injured, if nothing happens, we won't have to do anything for at least half a month in the future, so Victor, shouldn't we go get some beer to celebrate?" "

"Then we have to wait until I get some sleep."

Wei Ran took off his boots while speaking, and also made a promise, "Let's wait until night, tonight I'll think of a way. Before that, you'd better prepare some food in advance." Please remember: Free and fastest update without anti-theft.