Chapter 276: Field hospital

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Rennes' upper body was exposed outside the turret of the tank, leaning on the hatch to look at the field hospital on the side. Not far from his tank, the artillery of the 1st Panzer Division of the SS is desperately reloading the 150mm caliber howitzer with ammunition.
Several soldiers lifted the shells out of the ammunition box and stuffed them into the cannon's shell. Then the gunner on the side quickly closed the breech, and then shouted a warning sign, and the surrounding soldiers were covered. ear.
"Boom!" Another round of shells crossed the river beside Sedan and flew to the defensive position of Team Far . A few steps away from this 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 Group A army entered Sedan, and the French defenders fought hard to resist, but they were eventually rushed to the opposite shore by Germany. .
But then the German engineers began to build bridges on the river, the artillery came to cover the fire, and the French troops stubbornly resisted on the other side, but the effect was not obvious.
The SS 3rd Panzer Division troops have entered the attack position, and then they will cover the armed forces across the river, cut into the position of the French troops and destroy all the obstacles.
Renn asked Bowman to park the tank next to a collapsed building and then jumped off the chariot. He saw a few German grenadiers ripping apart a huge German flag on a roof, and it seemed that German planes would start bombing all over the place soon.
A truck passed in front of him, dragging a tall 88mm anti-aircraft gun in the back. The truck stopped near Rennes' left hand, and then the car jumped down. Five or six artillerymen were busy on an open area. Started erection of anti-aircraft guns. Several grenadiers came to help lift the 88-mm anti-aircraft gun shells from the truck.
Renne walked to the field hospital across the street. The stretcher and the camp bed contained lying wounded German soldiers. He walked past expressionlessly, looking at the white cloth tent that lay on the corner of the damaged house, and looking at the wounded who had broken arms or broken legs.
Ren walked to a hospital bed and watched the blood-stained young man groaning painfully. His arm was hit by a machine gun, his entire shoulder was broken with his left arm, and after a random bandage, he was lying now There is already air in and out on the bed. Those lost eyes stared at Rennes, and there seemed to be a lot to say. Ryan didn't speak, but looked at him from a condescending position. After a while, he was covered in a gray face by a medical soldier with a white cloth.
"Boom!" Another cannon sounded, and a wounded soldier began to cry in tears not far away: "My God! I'm going home! I'm going home." He was hit by a bullet through his calf. Sitting on the ground, I didn't even get a bed because of the injury. On the bed he was leaning against, a soldier with a head injury was lying there motionless.
"Long live the head of state! Sir! Are you doing anything?" A medical soldier saw Ryan and came over to salute a German ceremony, wiped his hands with the dirty apron in front of his chest, and frowned. .
"I heard that there was a fierce battle here in the morning. I will look at the situation." Ren was startled by a scream not far away, where an injured soldier was being pressed on the operating table by two people, using a saw Cut off the forearm little by little. He looked at the tragic scene over there, and then said to the medical staff in front of him.
"In the morning, the French set up two crossed machine gun positions. They killed at least 20 of our soldiers before the tank arrived." The medical soldier pointed to the houses on both sides, where there were mottled The bullet marks proved the intensity of the fighting in the morning.
"Later they blew up the bridge, and two officers and a dozen grenadiers responsible for seizing the bridge were injured." The medical staff briefly introduced the casualties and then pointed to everything in front of them: "This is noon. , A forcible attack organized by the 2nd regiment, the wounded people are here, a few people are still missing, and the French have several machine gun positions on the opposite side, very concealed. "
"Is there an anti-tank gun?" Ren asked.
"I don't know this clearly! You can talk to the officers in that building. They are in 2 regiments and 2 battalions." The paramedics pointed to a fairly complete building in the distance and said: "2 battalions The camp is located there. Of course, if you want to look around, I advise you not to go to the river, where there is a crossfire. "
"Thank you. What can I do for you?" Ren looked around and asked politely.
"Oh! No! It's dirty work here. It will stain your military uniform." The medical soldier waved his hand with a smile, turned his head, looked at a wounded person lying under his feet, followed behind One of the grenadiers confessed loudly: "Injured No. 31! He needs a priest, not a doctor. Next!"
The soldier's entire intestine was smashed, and every time he breathed bright red blood came out of his nose. He couldn't speak because blood spewed from one mouth, so he only looked at Ren with a pleading look, hoping he could help him.
"I can't help you because I'm not a doctor or a priest." Ren looked down at the soldier, then bent over and said to him: "I'm just a soldier who killed the head of state ... I can promise you , I can help you kill a few more enemies before I die. "
The soldier's mouth moved, and then he closed his eyes and stopped breathing. In another corner of the battlefield hospital, a soldier yelled, "Tell my dad! I still love him! Tell the head of state, I tried my best! Tell the head of state! I tried my best! He hit me! He hit me! I tried my best! "
The soldier was trembling because of morphine's nonsense and overexcitement. He grasped the arm of the medical soldier who operated on him. The more he said, the less strength he had, and finally fell on the operating table and lost all vitality.
Under Ren's gaze, the medical soldier walked over to the other wounded soldier, holding down the soldier who was shot in the abdomen, reaching for his finger into the bullet hole, and blood spewed out like a Small fountain. Ren looked quietly, without even moving his eyebrows.
A bullet was dug out of the soldier's fierce and extreme shouts. The medical soldier dropped the bullet on the ground, pointed to the soldier who was still screaming, and said to the grenadier behind him: "Arrange two people, help him press the wound, and I will come back to deal with him later! If his The wound continues to bleed, so come to me! "
The Grenadier nodded and called the two infantrymen who came to the door to help them do what the medical soldiers said. Then he followed the medical soldiers without saying a word and continued to check them one by one. The wounded.
"Ah!" Another wounded soldier screamed with a heartbreak. His arm was hit by a shrapnel of shells. The medical soldier looked at it for two times, and then pulled out the shrapnel with his hand. The wounded soldier's arm suddenly bleeds, splashing the medical soldier's face.
The medical soldier did not look at the wounded soldier, and wiped his hands while saying, "I blocked the hole with my fingers! When the two people in charge of bandages come over, you can go. The wound on the arm is not Lethal, let it go first. "
"How can you treat the wounded so brutally?" A grenadier who came over to help frowned and looked at the medical soldier. He asked if he didn't want to be carried here after being injured.
"Mr. Grenadier! I haven't slept for 2 days and handled more than 70 casualties! If I follow each procedure, I can only save a dozen!" The medical soldier's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes , Ignore the stunned soldier who questioned him, and walked to another stretcher in the distance.
Ryan did not look back and said to Andre who came behind him: "This is war, no matter what the reason is, someone always wants to die for these reasons, I am not afraid of death, so I came here to kill and kill Those who want to kill me. Do you know now? This is war! All you can do is to survive. "
The soldier on the stretcher sucked in pain and moaned loudly, but still stuffed his fingers into the bleeding arm and stuttered to the medical soldier who had gone away: "Thank you ... thank you."
Andrey bypassed a wounded soldier lying on the ground and groaned. He walked to Rennes and said softly: "The battalion came to the news. An hour later, the air force would bomb the opposite shore. At that time, the engineers would set up a pontoon. Build a bridgehead on the other side. "
"Let's start?" Renn asked.
"Because our tank has skirts on both sides, the defense ability is stronger. So Commander Carter let us take the lead." Andre replied.
"It's no problem. I'll go back and make good tactics with Carter." Renn nodded, turned around and Andre went out. Behind them, screams continued to be heard throughout the hospital, but there were no special expressions on the faces of the two people.
"Get some food!" Ren went to the tank and gave the order to cook: "Then wait for the start order of Lien Li. Check the ammunition and send the used drums to the logistics."
Soon, a fairly sumptuous battlefield meal was ready. Under the gaze of the grenadiers who were drooling to eat potatoes and cabbage, the Rennes crew unscrewed the canned food and enjoyed themselves. While eating, each of them was praying, praying that they would survive the next battle.