Volume 1 Deserter's Bloodbath Chapter 63: Treating the wound!
The yard where the Death Squad was controlled was the headquarters of the 66th Regiment, and all the logistical units were located nearby. This was the norm for the Chinese military. Under Hu Lian's orders, supplies such as multi-grain cakes, hot vegetable soup, clean drinking water, and even military uniforms were slowly delivered to the yard. In total, there were only enough supplies for more than twenty people, which was not much.
"The medics and health workers are here. Carry all the wounded into the house!"
A soldier from the supervision team shouted beside him,
The three wounded soldiers who were brought back earlier did not receive any medical treatment at all. After Hu Lian determined that they were deserters, they were doomed to die anyway. For the national army that was short of medical care and medicine, treating soldiers who were about to be executed was pure nonsense.
Now these people have to go back to the battlefield, and there must be an explanation for the wounded. Should they continue to fight on the battlefield or be sent to the rear for treatment? It is up to the medical soldiers and the medics accompanying the team decide. The tradition of the National Army is that only those with minor injuries will be allowed to leave the front line. Don't say that your legs are bleeding. In an emergency, as long as you can still shoot, you will be sent to the battlefield.
"Feng E, go and bandage it too!"
Chen Hua reminded Feng E that his speech was unclear with the multi-grain cakes stuffed in his mouth, and that these people were destined to return to the front line, so they should eat more now.
"Okay! I got it. Hurry up and eat. After you finish eating, get the ammunition. Each person has 100 rounds, and the machine gun has 200 rounds. Mr. Min, find an assistant shooter to help you get another 200 rounds of ammunition!"
Feng E reminded everyone that if they came back to replenish ammunition at this time, they could get a lot, but they didn’t know what would happen later. Everyone was familiar with the logistical supply capabilities of the National Army. After fighting for a long time, all kinds of things would be in short supply.
"Are you hurt?"
Feng E walked into the room and saw a male doctor in a white coat examining the wounds of three wounded soldiers. A magnetic voice sounded from behind the curtain.
"A female?" Feng E thought, and his eyes naturally turned to her.
"thigh!"
Feng E answered mechanically. In his eyes, the female soldier in front of him was very ordinary. She was wearing an ordinary military uniform and her figure could not be seen. The light shining on her face revealed a look that was worn out by the weather.
"sit down!"
The female soldier pointed to a stool inside the room.
"Bite it!"
The female soldier handed Feng E a piece of wood. It was not the kind used for construction. It was probably cork specially used for wounded soldiers.
"Zilla!"
In the hands of the female soldier, Feng E's pants, which were already full of holes, were completely broken into two pieces, and the cloth that was stuck to the wound was roughly torn apart!
"Well!"
As the female soldier made rough movements, Feng E felt his nerves tense. He did not dare to move and bit the cork in his mouth tightly.
"You have fought on the battlefield many times. You don't need your brothers to help you with this little pain, right?"
The female soldiers looked at Feng E with disdain.
"Yeah!" Feng E nodded mechanically. He didn't want to be looked down upon by a female soldier, even though this female soldier didn't look that good.
"It's too dirty. You have to wash it clean to know how deep your wound is!"
The female soldier brought a basin of water with a piece of cloth in it.
"hiss!"
The rough female soldier was not gentle at all and directly wiped Feng E's thigh with a towel. The cold well water and the rough towel brushed over Feng E's wound, making Feng E grit his teeth again.
"It's okay, the wound isn't deep, it's just the skin here that's rotten! I'll just bandage it up and it'll be fine!"
The female soldier finally saw the wound on Feng E's thigh. The skin scratched by the gravel showed irregular wounds, and several wounds were connected together, making it look like the entire skin was rotten.
"I don't have any anti-inflammatory or anesthetic drugs for you. I can only clean you with salt water, disinfect you with alcohol, apply red medicine and ointment, and wrap you up with gauze. It's a little painful, but you can bear it!"
The female soldier looked up and asked Feng E,
"Um!"
Feng E had a cork in his mouth. What could he say at this time? Should he take out the cork and ask him to be gentle? This was the front line. It would be great if someone could treat his wounds!
"Well!"
The next scene was a bit sad. Feng E, who was sitting on the chair, kept twitching. He held the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands and did not dare to move below the waist.
"Alright! Be careful these few days and try not to let the wound get wet. It will be fine after the scar forms in a few days!"
The female soldier used both hands to wrap a thick layer of gauze around Feng E's thigh, and then fixed it on the thigh with a rope.
"Well, I still have to go to the battlefield. Is there anything that can prevent this place from getting wet?"
Feng E asked,
Once on the battlefield, when it comes to saving life, no one will think about the wound on the leg at all. Feng E wants to think of a solution in advance.
"This is for you! If you really can't avoid wearing it, I suggest you don't wear it. It's not breathable and it's not conducive to the recovery of the wound!"
The female soldier handed Feng E a pair of rain pants. Feng E took it in his hand and said thank you.
"Why are you still sitting here? You have only a minor injury, go do something else!" Seeing that Feng E didn't move, the female soldier reminded Feng E that it was time to go out, as there were still wounded soldiers to be treated inside, and they couldn't let these soldiers who didn't want to go to the battlefield stay here.
"I'm going out like this? Without pants?" Feng E pointed at his bare legs and asked.
"Your uniforms are outside, put them on! Go, go, go..."
The female soldier pointed outside the door and almost hit people with a broom.
"Let's go!"
Feng E used his rain pants to cover his exposed thighs and limped out...
"Feng E, what's wrong? Your legs were fine, why are you lame after you went in and came out so quickly?"
The brothers in the yard had finished eating. Some were filling their kettles with water, and some were putting grenades into their empty grenade bags. A box of bullets next to them had been opened by the brothers, and all the brothers' bullet bags were bulging.
"Bring me a pair of pants!"
Feng E pointed to the military uniforms placed nearby and said,
They are all grown men, and they are about to return to the battlefield. Feng E doesn't even plan to take a shower. He just puts on his military uniform and prepares to set off!
"Feng E, let me help you!"
A criminal soldier came over with a smirk, took Feng E's bullet bag and filled it with bullets. Of course, there were also people who helped to fill it with grenades. Of course, there were also people waiting with multi-grain cakes and vegetable soup. After all, more than a dozen people really owed Feng E a life, although no one knew when this life would be taken away by God.
"There are only 23 brothers here. Chen Hua, Big Min, each of you pick eight brothers, and the rest follow me." Feng E said while wearing his military uniform.
As for the rain pants, he folded them and stuffed them into his small bag.
"Min Da Ge, you guys in the machine gun crew should carry the remaining bullets and grenades. We don't know when we'll need more supplies later!"
Feng E sighed and stood up again. He felt a piercing pain from the wound on his leg. His rifle, bullet belt, grenade bag, and even a small backpack were all lying on the ground beside him.
"Feng E, here are fifty rounds of Mauser pistol bullets for you alone."
A brother came with a box of bullets and handed it to Feng E. Feng E took it and put it aside. He was now working hard on the multi-grain cake. After he was full, he should go back to the other side of the street and face the crazy Japs!
