All in all, apart from small talk, nothing else happened along the way.
With the soldier driving in front of him, Malashenko could only say a few things, and he couldn't blatantly make love to this little girl in the back seat.
Of course, it's just a joke. Malashenko has no intention of falling in love with a little girl like Jill, mainly because Jill is not Malashenko's cup of tea.
"Um, how long until we arrive?"
"Um?"
Malashenko, who had no topic and was not thinking about finding one, was still looking out the window. Unexpectedly, Jill suddenly found a topic and took the initiative to speak. Malashenko, who was interrupted in his train of thought, looked back.
He found that Jill was looking at him.
"It's coming soon. How long will it take?"
"We've arrived, Comrade Commander."
As soon as Malashenko rolled up his sleeves and planned to check the time, the driver comrade in the front row started to answer. At the same time, as the car slowed down slowly and stopped on the side of the road, Malashenko gave up his intention to continue chatting.
Ke immediately opened the car door and stepped out of the car.
"Let's go, do you want me to go up and open the car door for you like a hotel doorman?"
The leading division's frontline field hospital is located on the edge of Berlin. It is renovated from an old ambulance that was abandoned by the Germans. There are things like power generation equipment, hospital beds or simple operating tables.
It is readily available, and the ward used to accommodate the wounded who have just come off the operating table also happens to be there.
It happened that time was quite tight when the field hospital of the leading division was stationed.
The fighting has begun on the front line, and the first batch of wounded will be sent down soon, while many vehicles carrying medical equipment are still blocked on the road. The reality is that we must race against time and try not to waste a moment.
So even though the first aid station left by the Germans was quite crude, and it was full of dead bodies that had been transformed into dead bodies by the wounded who had not been taken away when the Germans ran away in a hurry, it was a bit unlucky to be honest.
But at this juncture, there was nothing else to worry about. Putting aside everything else, the most important thing was to save people first.
Kalachev also immediately made the decision to let the medical team move in quickly. The corpses and medical waste left by the Germans were really just like clearing out the inventory in the garbage dump. They were thrown out one after another, and they were first left at the door to free up space.
Let’s talk about the subsequent cleanup and transfer issues.
The chaos was indeed chaos, and could even be called chaos, but at least the first wave of injured people who were urgently transported were caught. There were no large number of deaths due to untimely rescue, at least in Malashenko's view.
It can be considered a good job.
"Where is your dean? Where is he?"
As soon as I entered the field hospital, the first thing that hit my face was the pungent smell of disinfectant, mixed with the smell of unknown drugs and the smell of blood.
To be honest, Malashenko actually doesn't like this kind of place. It always reminds Malashenko of some bad things - the death and fear that he has seen too much. Although he is not afraid of this kind of scene, he is not afraid of it.
It doesn't mean that he likes to hear it, but Malashenko also knows that he has responsibilities that he should bear, which he should not and cannot escape.
When I met my comrade the teacher, the little nurse wearing a mask who came to meet me just raised her head and saw the iron tower-like figure in front of her that was almost half a height taller. Her hands trembled and she almost lost her arms.
A tray of medical equipment he was holding fell to the ground. After he managed to stabilize himself, he spoke to Malashenko and replied.
"Comrade Dean is diagnosing a patient. Comrade Teacher, do you need me to inform you of your arrival?"
"Diagnose the patient?"
At this moment, there is indeed still a steady stream of wounded being brought down from the front line, and then disembarked and carried to the field hospital.
Just as Malashenko stood here for a short while, five or six stretchers passed by him one after another. It was obvious that it was an emergency and dangerous situation.
Malashenko, who did not want to interrupt Karachev's "fight", raised his hand to signal his disapproval, and then made his decision.
"No, let me go over and take a look. Where are they?"
The little nurse in front of her raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the inner room with a white curtain at the other end of the corridor not far away. Upon seeing this, Malashenko immediately walked up without saying a word.
Of course, Malashenko was not the only one, there was also Gil who came with him as a follower.
Gil, who came to the field hospital for the first time, and it was also a Soviet field hospital, was full of curiosity about everything in front of him. His eyes were wide open, and he looked here and there, but fortunately he did not forget to follow Malashenko.
, as he walked, he looked back and glanced at Comrade Ma, who saw Jill in this state, and he did not forget to remind him not to miss "doing business."
"Get the camera ready. Don't blame me for not reminding you. I don't have time to pose specifically for your report."
"Ah? Oh, yes! Camera, wait a moment, I'll get ready."
".Why."
Remembering that Lavrinenko was still worried that this little girl was a spy, and still looked serious, Malashenko couldn't help but feel a little funny.
At this level, you say she is a spy?
This is pure nonsense. This is the kind of idiot who doesn't even know how to help count the money after being sold. The current situation is almost dazzling. Malashenko is thinking about what if she is abducted now.
Come on, I guess I thought this was some kind of complete tour package when I got there.
"Comrade Commander, why are you here?"
"Um?"
As soon as he turned around, Malashenko did not expect that the white door curtain in front of him would be opened from the inside out. Before he could come to the door, Kalachev had already arrived in front of him.
"I heard that you were busy seeing a doctor, and I said I was afraid of disturbing you. Is this the end of your busy schedule?"
"I, uh"
First, he looked back at the patients in the ward, and then, as if thinking about it, he reached out and closed the ward door.
After doing all this, Karachev called his leader back and whispered to Malashenko.
"It's Yekakina, comrade teacher, do you still remember her?"
"Ekadina???"
After hearing this, Malashenko was startled at first, not that he did not remember this person, but that he was surprised and puzzled as to why this person appeared here now.
"Wasn't she already injured and sent to the hospital before we even attacked the city? Why is she here now, in this field hospital? Shouldn't you put her outside the city to recuperate? What's going on here?
"
Just from Karachev's reaction to Malashenko's words, you know that this matter is probably not that simple, and the words that followed with a slightly embarrassed expression are certainly true.