Two Hundred and Seventy-Six Field Hospitals

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Ren's upper body was exposed outside the turret of the tank, leaning on the hatch cover and looking at the field hospital beside him. Not far from his tank, the artillerymen of the 1st SS Panzer Division were desperately loading ammunition for the 150mm caliber howitzer.

Several soldiers lifted the shells out of the ammunition box and stuffed them into the bomb bay of the cannon, and then the gunner on the side quickly closed the breech bolt, and then shouted a warning warning, and the surrounding soldiers covered themselves. ear.

"Boom!" Another shell passed through the river next to Sedan and flew towards the defensive position of the French army in the distance. A few steps away from the cannon, several officers were using scissor periscopes to watch the results of the bombardment. They stood up, drew twice on the map, and then pointed to the distance to discuss something.

A few hours ago, the vanguard of the German Army Group A entered Sedan. The French defenders desperately resisted, but they were finally driven to the opposite bank by the Germans. French soldiers blew up the bridge at the last moment, and the entire German army's attack was blocked. .

But then the German engineers began to build bridges on the river, and the artillerymen who arrived began to cover the fire. The French troops resisted tenaciously on the opposite bank, but the effect was not obvious.

The troops of the 3rd Panzer Division of the SS have entered the attack position, and then they will cover the troops to cross the river, cut into the positions of the French troops and destroy everything that stands in their way.

Wren asked Bowman to park the tank next to a collapsed building, and then jumped out of the tank. He saw a few German grenadiers tearing apart a huge German flag on a roof, and it seemed that German planes would start bombing in no time.

A truck passed in front of him, dragging a tall 88mm anti-aircraft gun behind it. The truck stopped not far from Rennes' left hand, and then five or six artillerymen jumped out of the car, scrambling in an open space Start erecting anti-aircraft guns. A few grenadiers came over to help lift the 88mm anti-aircraft gun shells from the truck.

Ryan walked to the field hospital across the street, where there were stretchers and camp beds, and various wounded German soldiers were lying there. He walked over expressionlessly, looking at the white cloth tents set up by the corners of the damaged houses, and at the wounded with broken arms or legs inside.

Ren walked to a hospital bed and watched the blood-stained young man moaning in pain. His arm was shot by a machine gun, and his entire shoulder and left arm were broken. After random bandaging, he is now lying on the bed. On the bed there is already air in and no air out. Those eyes that lost their expressions stared at Ren, and seemed to have a lot to say. Ren didn't speak, but just looked down at him. After only a while, his gray face was covered with a white cloth by a medical soldier.

"Boom!" Another cannon rang,

Not far away, a wounded soldier began to cry bitterly: "My God! I want to go home! I want to go home." He was shot through his calf and sat on the ground because the injury was not serious Not even a single bed was assigned. And on the bed he leaned against, a soldier with a head injury was lying there motionless.

"Long live Yuan! Sir! What's the matter with you?" A medical soldier saw Ren, walked over and gave a German salute, wiped his hands with the dirty apron on his chest, and asked with a frown .

"I heard that there was a fierce battle here in the morning. Let me take a look at the situation." Ren was startled by a scream not far away. Cut off the forearm little by little. He looked at the tragic scene over there, and then said to the medical soldiers in front of him.

"The French set up two intersecting machine gun positions here in the morning, and they killed at least 20 of our soldiers before the tanks arrived." The medical soldier pointed to the houses on both sides, where there were still mottled Bullet marks testify to the intensity of the morning's fighting.

"Later they blew up the bridge, and two officers and a dozen grenadiers who were responsible for capturing the bridge were injured." The medical soldier briefly introduced the casualties, and then pointed to everything in front of him: "It's noon , a forced crossing attack organized by the 2nd Regiment, all the wounded are here, and a few people are missing, the French have several machine gun positions on the opposite bank, which are very concealed."

"Is there an anti-tank gun?" Ren asked.

"I don't know about that! You can talk to the officers in that building, they belong to the 2nd Regiment and 2nd Battalion." The medical soldier pointed to a relatively complete building in the distance and said: "2nd Battalion The Ministry is there. Of course if you want to look around, I advise you not to go to the river, there is a firefight there."

"Thank you. Is there anything I can do for you?" Ren looked around and asked politely.

"Oh! No need! There are some very dirty jobs here. It will stain your uniform." The medical soldier smiled and waved his hands. One of the grenadiers confessed loudly: "Wounded No. 31! What he needs is a priest, not a doctor. Next!"

The soldier's intestines were smashed, and bright red blood flowed from his nose with every breath. He couldn't speak, because blood would spurt out of his mouth, so he just looked at Ren with pleading eyes, hoping that he could help him.

"I can't help you, because I'm not a doctor, nor a pastor." Ren looked down at the soldier, then bent down and said to him, "I'm just a soldier who kills for Yuan... I can promise you , I can help you kill a few more enemies before you die."

The corner of the soldier's mouth moved, then he closed his eyes and stopped breathing. And in another corner across the field hospital, a soldier was yelling: "Tell my daddy! I still love him! Tell Yuan, I did my best! Tell Yuan! I did my best! He hit me! He hit me! I did my best!"

The soldier was full of nonsense because of the morphine, and his excitement made him tremble all over. He grabbed the arm of the medical soldier who was operating on him, and his strength became weaker and weaker, and finally fell on the operating table and lost all vitality.

Under Ren's gaze, the medical soldier walked to another wounded soldier, held down the soldier who was shot in the abdomen, stretched out his hand and stuck his finger into the bullet hole, and blood gushed out like a small fountain. Ren watched quietly without even moving his eyebrows.

Amidst the soldier's terrific shouts, a bullet was dug out. The medical soldier threw the bullet on the ground, pointed to the soldier who was still screaming, and said to the grenadier behind him: "Arrange two people to help him press the wound, and I will come back to deal with him later! If his The wound continues to bleed, come to me!"

The grenadier nodded, and called two infantrymen who came to help at the door, and told them to do what the medic said, and then he followed behind the medic without saying a word, continuing to check one by one. The condition of the wounded.

"Ah!" Another wounded soldier let out a heart-piercing scream. His arm was hit by shrapnel from a shell. The medical soldier took a look and pulled out the shrapnel with his hand. The wounded soldier's arm was bleeding profusely, splashing the medical soldier's face.

The medical soldier didn't even look at the wounded soldier. He wiped his hands and said, "Block the hole with your fingers! You can go when the two bandages over there come over. The wound on the arm is not serious." It's fatal, just let it go."

"How could you treat the wounded so roughly?" A grenadier who came to help frowned and looked at the medics and questioned. He didn't want to be carried here to suffer like this after being injured.

"Mr. Grenadier! I haven't slept for 2 days, and I have treated more than 70 wounded! If I follow the procedure, I can only save a dozen a day!" The medical soldier's eyes were bloodshot , ignoring the stunned soldier who questioned him, and walked to another stretcher in the distance.

Ren didn't look back, and said to Andre who came behind him: "This is war. No matter what the reason is, someone must die for these shit reasons. I am not afraid of death, so I came here to kill, kill Those who wanted to kill me. You know now? This is war! All you can do is survive."

The soldier on the stretcher gasped in pain and groaned loudly, but he still stuffed his fingers into his bleeding arm and stammered to the medical soldiers who had gone away: "Thank you...thank you."

Andre bypassed a wounded soldier moaning on the ground, walked up to Ren, and said softly: "The battalion headquarters has news that the air force will bomb the opposite bank in an hour. At that time, the engineers will build a pontoon bridge, and we are ordered to cover the infantry." Build a bridgehead on the opposite bank."

"Shall we start?" Ren asked.

"Because our tank has board skirts on both sides, the defense capability is stronger. So Captain Carter let us take the lead." Andre replied.

"That's no problem. I'll go back and work out a strategy with Carter later." Ren nodded, turned around and walked out with Andre. Behind them, screams continued to be heard throughout the hospital, but the two people who came out had no special expressions on their faces.

"Get something to eat!" Ren walked to the side of the tank and gave the order to cook: "Then wait for the company's departure order. Check the ammunition and send the used drums to the logistics."

Soon, a fairly hearty meal in the field was ready. Under the watchful eyes of the grenadiers who were drooling and eating potatoes and cabbage, the Rennes crew unscrewed the hot canned food and ate it with great enjoyment. While eating, each of them prayed that they would survive the ensuing battle.

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