Author: Corgi

"Help, who will save me?"

"Hey? Hey! Wake up! Hold on, young man! There are survivors here, come and help me!"

"Here! Quick!"

There will always be miracles, even on the battlefield.

The medical team, the leader who was searching for survivors among the dead, did not waste any effort, and finally gained something.

Layers were stacked, and there was a faint cry for help from the pile of corpses of the Red Army and Nazi. They rushed up in the direction of the sound. After the military doctors and health workers who had opened the bodies with all their fingers and feet discovered the survivor who had survived at a glance.

It was a young face that looked like he had just grown up, and his face was covered in blood and war gray stains that had already made his face dark.

The calf bones that were crushed by bullets made him unable to stand and walk, and both arms that were injured by shrapnel made it impossible for him to move his body through crawling.

The human limbs have been destroyed. Although many traumas on the body have not hurt the vital points, the blood flows continuously and slowly surging.

Sometimes you have to lament the greatness of life, the strong desire to survive and the firm will overlap, helping each other, and ultimately, a soldier still survives tenaciously even after being injured.

"Please him down and get in the car! Call the medical center to prepare for emergency rescue. The injured need a blood transfusion immediately, hurry up!"

The medical team, who carried abundant medical supplies, was so busy that they could not touch the ground. Whenever they found survivors in the dead, they immediately concentrated on the on-site medical staff for emergency treatment, and then loaded the car and sent it away immediately.

In sharp contrast, the Germans on the opposite side, although the Germans who were short of medical treatment and medicine were doing their best to find survivors and kept busy. However, even if they found survivors, whether it was emergency treatment on the spot or the speed of the wounded evacuation, they were far from the Red Army who were saving people on the same battlefield ruins.

What car did the leader use to rescue the injured?

Special man and car.

Once a survivor is found, the ambulance convoy, which is already on standby, will immediately draw out a car and be ready.

As soon as the stretcher team and accompanying medical staff get on the bus, they will start with the accelerator without any delay and head straight to the nearest field medical staff at the fastest speed.

The Kurbalov Brigade, which had absolutely enough wheeled vehicles, specially selected enough suitable vehicles to perform tasks for this operation.

In addition to ambulances from brigade field hospitals and lower-level medical centers, Kurbalov also seconded a group of ambulances from division field hospitals, which in the end was not enough.

In the spirit of "even if you don't have it, you don't want to use it, and you don't want to use it," Kurbalov took all his brigade commander's car and put the commander-type Gas Jeep equipped with a radio station on the vehicle, and simply cleaned up the back seat and storage box, and it became a temporary magical field ambulance.

It can be said that the leader's state of rescuing the wounded was "cars and people". The drivers left behind in the car are now lined up, waiting for the injured to escort down, and then quickly step on the accelerator to set off.

What's going on with the German guy opposite?

A bunch of people wait for a car, and at least three injured people have to gather to start the departure.

Why do you ask?

Why else?

After such a big defeat on the Zelo Highlands, the soldiers and generals lost a lot. Then they were closed and beaten by the Red Army. The German guy who was beaten up in the city now, how can there be enough transportation vehicles for call?

The large-scale transportation convoy was either destroyed on the Zelo Heights or was left behind by the German army who fled in a panic, in the suburbs or streets of Berlin. The logistics system on the verge of collapse made the German convoy almost unable to obtain reliable maintenance. If a component is damaged and repaired, it would probably have to be dismantled from another car of the same model.

Even if there are only a few cars that can barely run, where does the gasoline come from?

The armored troops were not enough to use oil and had nowhere to replenish them, so they almost had no more suctions. Whenever possible, they would even pump oil from the destroyed, paralyzed, and unrecyclable combat vehicles.

Your motorcade can't run to the armored forces that are so poor that they are almost begging for food, saying, "Let me draw some oil from the fuel tank?"

This is unrealistic.

The current reality is that the German army, which had not many cars, did not support finding a wounded person at all, and immediately sent one. If this is the case, the entire rear mail line would be broken in minutes.

The wounded person found in front was just sent down, but the car was not too late to return. Even if the wounded person behind had been dug out of the pile of corpses, he could only wait to die on the spot.

Apart from the simple bandage that is better than nothing, lacking medical treatment, there is basically no essential difference from the original state of lying in a pile of corpses to die. Even after experiencing the torture of "despair-hope-reluctance", the degree of despair at the last moment before death is heavier than the original state of lying in a pile of corpses who cannot see hope.

No matter what you German think or how you face it, this is the most contrasting reality that happens in front of you.

"Those German guys are quite honest and don't even play any tricks."

Alsim leaned against the wall and was bored, and he had even started smoking cigarettes and worshiping God in place.

He is also a veteran, but he is not as perverted as Alsim and as "Slavic Superman", SuloVicchenko certainly would not choose to be a slutty pussy without a long eyebrow. He came up to say to Alsim that "This kind of occasion is not suitable for smoking, you can kill it quickly." Even if the two of them have completely equal military ranks and positions, they are all captains and company commanders.

There is a truth in any army that can conquer and fight: only the strong are qualified to preach, otherwise they will be funny.

Coincidentally, whether it is Alsim or Sulovchenko, these two people are firm believers of such truths, and Alsim, who is famous outside, is exactly the absolute strong man in Sulovchenko's eyes and deserves respect.

"Play tricks? You are too arrogant to them. You have to learn to understand the psychology of prey so that you can hunt more efficiently."

"They brought guns not to kill people, nor to seek death, but to protect themselves and to survive. These evil beasts are afraid of us, the leader and the famous name of the division commander. Just like an old wolf who is older, he can't help but tremble before the gun is heard."

"A beast like a wolf is treacherous and slippery, and is the most difficult opponent that people encounter in the wild, no doubt about it."

"After seeing how humans hunt their companions efficiently and survive, fear will accompany them for the rest of their lives and derive reason. They will not hit the fire-breathing tube in the hands of humans like young blood. They have no seeds, but they can survive. The German guys in front of you are actually the same. They are no different from beasts on all levels."

"After seeing how we slaughtered their accomplices, we should feel fear."

"They are afraid of us, but there are some things that have to be done, and it should be."
Chapter completed!