Volume 1 Deserter's Bloodbath Chapter 20: Hospitals are not equal either!
Luonan Village is a temporary shelter for wounded soldiers. The wounded soldiers evacuated from Luodian are gathered here, waiting for treatment from doctors. More of them are waiting here to be transferred back to hospitals further behind for treatment.
"Ah! My legs!"
"Doctor, doctor..."
The camp for wounded soldiers had just been set up, and even the houses were requisitioned from local residents. The military doctors accompanying the army had already started working. After a simple bandage, the seriously wounded were loaded onto horse-drawn carriages and sent to Suzhou, further behind. As for the lightly wounded, they were dealt with on the spot. In such a brutal battle, the lightly wounded were not considered wounded at all. They were recuperating here temporarily, and would serve as the reserve force if a brutal war broke out!
"what's the situation?"
The nurse in the white coat frowned and asked the soldier who was carrying the patient over; the situation in front of him really made him a little confused. The other wounded soldiers who were carried over were wailing, but the man in front of him was lying on a stretcher, but he was tied up tightly with even his mouth blocked. Is this the way to treat wounded soldiers?
"Doctor, there seems to be something wrong with his brain. He went crazy in Luodian and is a little delirious!"
The soldier carrying the stretcher said embarrassedly,
"There's nothing we can do. Take him away quickly. We can't treat him!" The nurse waved her hands. This is a station for wounded soldiers, not a mental hospital.
"Doctor, he's injured too. Look, he's covered in blood. Please sew him up!"
Another brother saw that things were not going well and thought that it would be bad if this happened, so he quickly pointed at Feng E, who was soaked in donated blood.
"Put it here. Where is the injury?" the nurse asked.
"You should ask him himself! Let's go!"
The four brothers put the stretcher on the ground and ran away without even untying the ropes; they were also brothers of the Death Squadron and had to return to Tanjiaqiao to wait for orders, so they dared not stay.
"Are you hurt?"
The nurse pulled out the thing that was blocking Feng E's mouth, threw it on the ground and asked.
"It hurts everywhere!"
Feng E was a little dazed after being shaken all the way, but he could not fake the pain all over his body.
"Take your things down and lie down!" The nurse had no intention of taking Feng E into the house. She pointed to the wooden board in the farmer's yard and asked Feng E to lie down on it.
In fact, this is also the right of nurses. Military doctors do not have so much time to judge the condition of the wounded one by one. Whether emergency surgery is needed basically depends entirely on the nurses' assessment of the wounded's condition.
Frowning and enduring the discomfort in his back, Feng E lay on the wooden board, still wearing his tattered military uniform covered in blood.
"Don't wear those clothes anymore, take them off! Do you want me to take them off for you?" The nurse was holding a medicine box, and behind her was a person dressed as a peasant woman holding a basin of clean water with a towel in it.
"hiss!"
As Feng E slowly tore off his clothes, he kept making sounds of endurance; after so long, the wounds on his body had become stuck to his clothes; a soldier's uniform was just a single piece of clothing, unlike an officer who had a shirt underneath.
"towel!"
The nurse looked at Feng E, who was covered in blood, and her voice became a little gentler. It seemed that this soldier had really gone crazy killing people on the battlefield.
“Change the water!”
As the towel was wiped, traces of blood donation were left on the body, most of the skin was exposed, and the basin of clean water turned blood red.
"It's not a serious injury, just a small cut on the arm. Come in with me, disinfect it, bandage it, and go back to your unit!"
The nurse frowned directly.
If the wounded soldier shelter had not had no beds and rooms, the nurse would have been reluctant to send the wounded soldier away. In the eyes of the nurse, there was not a single piece of good skin on Feng E's chest, abdomen, and back. It was all bruised and purple, but fortunately there was no skin broken. The injuries on the beds here with missing arms and legs were considered minor. Many brothers were undergoing surgery, and whether they could survive was another matter.
"Insufficient medicine, bite him; you two come and help tie him to the bed!"
The nurse didn't even call the doctor. She took out the needle and thread and prepared to sew up the wound on Feng E's arm!
"Well!"
The feeling of the steel needle piercing through the skin made Feng E bite the towel in his mouth tightly. At this time, Feng E admired Guan Erye very much for scraping the bone to treat the poison. He felt that Guan Erye was too manly, unlike himself, who could not even bear the feeling of stitching a wound.
"alright!"
The nurse must have been used to seeing wounded people, so she sutured and disinfected this kind of wound quickly. She wrapped gauze around Feng E's wound, clapped her hands and said, "As for the other minor wounds on his back and body, she didn't care at all. She simply disinfected them, said a few words like keep it clean, don't get it wet, be careful of infection, etc., and then left!
"Your clothes are unwearable. Wear this and return to your unit and find a solution!"
The lady dressed as a peasant woman handed Feng E a piece of common people's clothes, and then Feng E was driven out without even getting a bowl of sugar water.
"Just going back like this?"
Feng E was still a little uncomfortable carrying his rifle. He wanted to stay here for a while, even just to have a nap before leaving. After all, he wouldn't have to face the brutal Japanese devils here.
Tanjiaqiao was the forward ammunition storage site of the 11th Division and also the place where the Death Battalion rested. They had retreated for several hours. Amid the roar of artillery fire, the more than one hundred remaining brothers of the Death Battalion drank water and ate multi-grain cakes, each of them like a walking corpse, as if the battle of Luodian had made them lose their souls!
The reinforcements from the 33rd Brigade and the 65th Regiment, organized in battalion and company units, had just crossed this wilderness. Peng Shan and the division's miscellaneous staff stopped at Tanjiaqiao.
"Chief of Staff, Han Yingbin fought fiercely in Luodian! It seems that Commander Chen is right. The Death Squadron lived up to everyone's expectations. With 80% casualties, they were able to fight to the death with the Japanese in Luodian. Their ambition is commendable and their courage is praiseworthy!"
Peng Shan has now received the report on the battle of Luodian, and he is full of praise for the Death Squadron that retreated for rest and recuperation.
"Division Commander, the Death Squadron performed well in Luodian. It is impossible for any regiment of our entire 11th Division to fight like this. However, most of our officers have died. It may be difficult to reorganize the Death Squadron now!" Mei Chunhua said with a wry smile.
"What difficulties? You mean officers? Just transfer officers from my guard battalion. As for weapons and ammunition, it is not a problem. However, it is difficult to restore the battalion-level organization. Now there is no manpower, so we can reorganize it into a death squad!" Peng Shan said indifferently.
"Commander, you can tell the status of the remaining soldiers by looking at them yourself. I just came back from there and allocated a batch of military uniforms and supplies to them. There is something wrong with their mental state. There is no emotion in their eyes. It's like they have lost their souls!"
Mei Chunhua tried hard to explain, he really didn't know how to describe the state of the Death Squad!
"By the way, the soldier who went crazy on the battlefield is back. The nurse only bandaged his wounds. This kind of battlefield syndrome is not something that a military doctor can cure!"
The madness of Feng E stabbing the Japanese corpses was known to the entire 66th Regiment and the remaining brothers of the Death Squad. This kind of news could not be concealed. As time passed, the whole 11th Division knew about it in a blink of an eye!
