One hundred and sixty-third section: angry words, angry words, listen
Speaking of this, Lao Zhang sighed again: "Even so, it is more comfortable to have mules and horses than to walk back by myself. Many brothers were injured on the mountain, and even the ox carts and mules and horses were not seen. They used rifles and spears as sticks to fight with each other. I walked back with support! Unlucky, I encountered a small group of bandits on the road, and I couldn't even save my life! I also walked in the fields for a few days, and lay in an oxcart for a few days. It was really unbearable. Fortunately, although my body was injured , my hands and feet were still intact, so I got off the car and started walking. There was nowhere to rest on the road, so I had to sleep with my clothes on, lying in the courtyard of a common people's house, spreading some straw and sleeping randomly."
"Is this how Brother A Zhang walked to Wuzhou?" Bi Cheng didn't believe it. Although the speed of the ox cart was already very slow, it was not as fast as a wounded soldier walking. In a quasi-security area, it is very dangerous to fall behind. Not to mention the bandits, the local Yao and other ethnic minorities are not low in hostility towards them. It is almost impossible for the injured who are alone to return to the camp alone.
But Lao Zhang nodded calmly: "Basically, I lay on the oxcart for two days and barely reached the point where I could see the city wall. I happened to see a column of wounded soldiers marching in pain, so I got out of the car and joined them. And hurried on. Without a stick, it would have been difficult for us to walk two steps. Finally, everyone in the escort team had a spear, so they used the spear as a walking stick for me. This time we walked slowly. It was only a stone's throw away. After walking for a day, the people here have never heard of "two managements and five reforms". Wherever our troops go, there will be health workers everywhere to do "killing and killing". Although it is not said that they are not doing their best, the wounded walk slowly. It takes half a day to walk for several miles, and we can't reach the campsite on time. We can only stay overnight along the way. Sometimes there is no village in front of us and no store in back. It would be nice to have a ruined temple to shelter from the rain. Even if there are a few health workers, they are already tired. I was wandering around so much that I couldn't even bother with disinfecting and killing insects! So mosquitoes and fleas were breeding every night, and everyone was bitten by them. When I came here, I was still alive, so I asked a few of the people who got on the bus. However, they were still breathing when they were delivered, but only two of them were left. During the past four or five days, except for me, who came on foot and another who took a cargo ship on the way, the other four were not able to get off the ground for a moment. The carriage made the Taiping Car stinky, and the straw was soaked with feces, urine, and pus... As for the brother who was riding the boat, he was not immune. Although the boat was going fast, it was also bumpy, not to mention that it was not easy. There were actually rats in the cabin. Not long after they were delivered, they had a high fever and died quietly..."
Bi Cheng also sighed: "The places where our comrades were injured were far away from here, and there is no nearby health center to go to..."
"So, we must quickly wipe out all these stubborn bandits before we can be serious!" Lao Zhang took a sip of hot water and said, "When the blessings of the Senate are spread widely, roads will be opened everywhere. There are hospitals everywhere to prevent us from suffering this disaster again. I just pity these brothers who were laid in the urn early..."
For health reasons, the joint logistics system, which was unable to evacuate the bodies of fallen soldiers intact, adopted the advice of the health department. Most of the fallen martyrs were buried on the spot. Those who died after being sent to the hospital were cremated and sent to Cuigang.
"Living is better than anything else." Lao Zhang said with emotion, "If you endure it for a few days, you can go home."
Bi Cheng is not very interested in going home. He is a bachelor and has no parents or relatives. The only thing he can barely call "home" is a bed in the factory dormitory.
After leaving the army, this bed must have been assigned to other people long ago. Now that I think about it, I am homeless!
"Condolence items have been distributed!" someone cheered, and the atmosphere in the tent became lively. As long as they were not in a coma, the wounded could receive some consolation items every week. Sometimes it was a cigar or a pack of five.
Cigarettes, sometimes dry snacks, sometimes small items made by students and female workers organized by the rear: underwear, socks, handkerchiefs...
The nurse took a small basket and distributed it one by one along the hospital bed. Everyone in the tent who could still move moved forward to see what new comfort items were coming this time.
Bi Cheng also subconsciously wanted to reach out to pick it up, but suddenly realized that he could not stand up casually, and then thought of something: it would be useless if he could stand up, his hand was no longer a normal hand.
It seemed that it was only then that he finally understood what had happened to him - he was already a disabled person. Not only could he not go to the battlefield, but his life in the future would be different from before.
The atmosphere in the tent in the observation area did not affect Song Junxing, who was sleeping soundly. He was very good at this night shift. He went straight to the dormitory without even eating breakfast, fell asleep, and slept until dinner time.
If Fu Liangqi, who was in charge of the extermination work, had not called before the same batch arrived, he might have even skipped dinner.
In fact, the veterans of the health bureau are not military officers and do not need to pay attention to the "unity of officers and soldiers". However, after all, the veteran officers at least maintained the tradition of cooking from the same pot when they were on the front line. It is not appropriate for the pre-support health team to have too high demands.
, and everyone is busy. At work, they can basically only eat the work meals delivered by the logistics department with the naturalized doctors. What's more, the frontline conditions are simple, and the so-called small stoves dedicated to restaurants are not that high.
It is not very attractive to Song Junxing.
However, it seemed unreasonable to go without eating for a whole day, so Song Jun simply packed up and went out.
"Old man, I think the current momentum is a bit wrong." After sitting in the exclusive restaurant for a while, after three drinks, Song Junxing was already tipsy, and he picked up a piece of fried and baked spareribs and said.
"Why is the momentum not right? I think the situation is very good now - not a good one, not a small one, but a great one!" Fu Liangqi said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "The medical kit has been tested in actual combat and is of great use;
The three-level evacuation system has basically taken shape, and the Wuzhou Health Center has set a good example; the mortality rate of combat injuries has dropped significantly, and the few people who came to the front line are all taking credit, so what's wrong with the momentum?"
"Yes, the overall situation is very good. I don't deny this, but I would like to ask a small question... Let me ask you, what is the purpose of our field medical treatment?"
"Fireline first aid, frontline trauma care, in order to save the lives of the wounded as much as possible, restore the combat effectiveness of the wounded as soon as possible, and at the same time maintain frontline morale." Fu Liangqi replied.
"What I want to say is this issue of morale." Song Junxing said while chewing on the ribs.
"How do you say it?" Fu Liangqi asked, "In this time and space, no one can be more humane than us. Putting it here is like a bodhisattva's heart. What else are they dissatisfied with?"
"Wait a minute, I want to think about what to say to you... Well, let's talk about the Volunteer Army. Do the Volunteer Army have high morale? Can we compare? Firstly, they are not afraid of hardship, and secondly, they are not afraid of death. In the old time and space, they are all very famous.
Can't compare with the Fubo Army? In North Korea, there is also a saying of "three fears". Which three fears are there? The first is the fear of not having food, the second is the fear of not having bullets, and the third is the fear that if you are injured you won't be able to lift it off." Song Junxing shook the bones in his hand.
: "If you put it in our army, let alone enough food, the soldiers will not be hungry at least; let alone bullets, they will not stop. But what about the third one? Our wounded can all
Send it down?"
"How do you compare with the Volunteer Army? There is a gap of three hundred years." Fu Liangqi said, "The Volunteer Army has trucks, railways, pharmaceutical factories in Shanghai, and a system established in the past fifty years from the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China.
Do we have a modern medical team?"
"Then the Ming Dynasty doesn't have B29 either. In terms of casualty ratio alone, ours is actually very low. Not to mention this, the transportation and logistics conditions of the volunteers are also very poor according to 20th century standards, which is similar to ours.
"Song Junxing explained, "The wounded cannot be evacuated properly, which will have a huge impact on morale. Some idiots in the propaganda always boast that the medical skills of the Senate are omnipotent, shit! Our soldiers have never seen what real close-range medicine is.
The psychological expectations of those with modern medical skills are much higher than those of soldiers of the Ming army. If they knew that they would suffer so much on the way to transport, and that they might lose lives that could have been saved due to delays on the way, what do you think they would think?"
"What can you think? Can you blame us?" Fu Liangqi began to understand what Song Junxing wanted to say, but did not point it out and waited for him to continue.
"Of course I won't blame us, but I will definitely be scared." Song Junxing recalled what he saw at the health center. "Some officers even told me that evacuation of the wounded was a mistake, especially for the seriously injured. The journey would be difficult.
Pulling him back with great difficulty may not necessarily save him alive, but the suffering he endures is comparable to dying one more time! In this case, why bother anymore, why not just lie down on the front line and die in peace!"
"It's just a moment of anger..."
"No." Song Junxing was very determined, "It's not like you haven't come into contact with soldiers. If you want to say that they are afraid of death, you are definitely putting a horse dung bag on the heads of the troops; but if you want to ask them about their sacrifices and injuries, you don't want to share them.
Which, you also know what answer you will hear."
"This is something that you and I can't change." Fu Liangqi took two sips of kvass, put down the cup and said, "And you also know that even if the words are not angry, you have to listen to them as if they are angry. Otherwise, what else can you do?
Do you really throw the wounded on the front line and let them fend for themselves? Or do you follow the old rules and give the wounded who can't move a "last minute" after the battle? Don't tell me, this is what is done on the front line now. If someone reports it, I will
Just do it without seeing it, and ask to destroy all the reports involved - because you can't control it, and it's not easy to control it! This is like the current trend of abuse of amputation. You know that the field hospital actually has no choice, but you still have to make a bunch of plans.
You can only wipe your butt on the front line with the 'rules', why do you think this is? Isn't it the same!"