Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 2530

Shukhevich was indeed seriously injured, but by no means to the extent that two arms and one leg were to be amputated.

If this were replaced by the Southern African Expeditionary Force, even if it was an ordinary private, the doctors in the field hospital would try their best to keep their arms and legs. After all, it was related to the life of the next few decades, and it was worth the price.

Well Shukhovich—

I guess that's what the doctors were talking about.

"The injury on this arm is a bit serious. It's a bit troublesome to pick out the shrapnel one by one, so let's just cut it—"

"Since it's been cut, why not just cut this one up—"

"I heard that this is still a war criminal, will he escape?"

Still want to run?
Then simply cut off one of the legs.

Anyway, as for war criminals, they will all be hanged after the war, and it is useless to keep this leg.

Don't ask why both legs weren't cut off.

Ask is the kindness of the southern African doctors.

So the task of the guards is really not to prevent Shukhovich from escaping. Shukhovich can't escape even if he wants to run now, and he has to use his hands to push the wheels of the wheelchair. This one doesn't have it either.

By Ramsden's standards, Shukhevich's life should be worse than death.

But honest political cadres don't think so. They have only one criterion for judging. Since Shuhewei is not dead, it is the field hospital deliberately covering up.

The Russians are so stupid.

In another time and space, Shukhevich stayed in Ukraine to fight guerrillas after World War II, and was later shot dead by the Russian army.

Bandera was poisoned by KGB agent Stashinski in 1959, and later Stashinski was sentenced to 8 years in prison.

Bandera in this time and space has not been brought to justice, and Shukhevich has no chance to return to Ukraine to fight guerrillas.

"We need to strengthen the protection of Shuhewei. He can't die now." Sun Xiu didn't ask in detail why Shuhewei didn't have his arms and legs, as long as he didn't die.

It is estimated that the British will lose interest in Shukhovich after they know about it.

The Russians are interested, especially the wounded who have nothing to do. Not long after Shukhovich was sent to the ward, there were a lot of Russian wounded who approached the Shukhovich ward intentionally or unintentionally. There are many good reasons for the wounded to recover. Appropriate activities.

The wounded are hospitalized, not imprisoned, and have the right to move freely.

It’s winter, it just snowed a few days ago, and it’s icy and snowy everywhere. The weather is fine these days, and there are especially many wounded walking in the garden. Many wounded with leg injuries also take wheelchairs to the garden to breathe fresh air. The Russian nurse pushed a Russian second lieutenant close to Shukhevich's ward inadvertently.

"Hey, brother, don't embarrass me—" The guards politely reminded that they all had official orders to prohibit any Russian from approaching Shukhevich's ward.

"Sorry, there are too many people in the garden, it's a bit noisy, I hope it can be quieter." The captain's injury was not serious, his feet were in plaster, and his arms were hanging on his chest, obviously not a big threat.

With such a degree of injury, it is difficult to stand up from the wheelchair, how much threat can it be——

Even if he slipped into Shukhevich's ward, he might only be able to spit on Shukhevich.

It is said that Shukhevich's mouth was not injured, and he should have counterattacked if he was attacked by spitting.

Two big men spitting at each other!

That scene-

"As long as you don't cross the red line—" the guard made a pun, and there was really a red line painted on the ground.

"I promise not—" the captain smiled, turned his head to thank the nurse, and turned his gaze to the white snow-capped mountains in the distance, lonely and boundless.

The nurse smiled so nicely, said hello to the guards, fixed the captain's wheelchair in place, and went to work on her own.

The weather is fine today, and it is rare to see a warm winter sun, and many wounded people have asked to come out to get some fresh air.

Now that the wheelchairs were all fixed in place, the threat was lowered one level, and the guard looked at the captain with more gentle eyes.

To be honest, the officers and soldiers of the Southern African Expeditionary Force still admire the Russian officers and soldiers.

There are really few countries that can recover from the defeat when the active army is almost wiped out, the capital is razed to the ground, and most of the country is occupied.

The only reason why it is useless is because there is still a country in the East that has not surrendered.

In terms of age, the captain is much younger than the guards who are only sergeants, and looks about 20 years old.

But this conclusion is unreliable. Russians are a bit precocious in appearance. Teenagers with big beards look like people in their teens.

The two soldiers stared at each other, the atmosphere was so awkward, the guard took out a cigarette and handed it over to ease the atmosphere.

The captain raised his hand to take it, with a slightly embarrassed expression.

The captain had one arm hanging and couldn't light it. The Russians were not as wealthy as the Southern African Expeditionary Force, and lighters were rare.

The guard took out a match and helped the captain light it.

The cigarettes were all smoked, and there was always something to talk about, so the topic started with matches.

"Why don't you use a lighter?" The captain had nothing to say. The lighters produced in southern Africa are still very famous, and they claim that they can't be blown out by strong winds.

In fact, it's also a gimmick. When it reaches the level of a hurricane, people will be blown away, and you don't even need to think about lighters.

"I like to use matches—" The guard was a little surprised, probably because no one had asked him this question.

This is a personal habit, but some people still claim that it feels better to smoke a cigar with a match.

Listen, feel!
No matter smoking cigars or smoking, it is a behavior that endangers your health. I really can't find a reason, so I have to rely on my feelings.

"Your southern Africa is indeed advanced. We are not good at this. The heavy industry is still making a living, but the light industry is not even considered a living."

"Your industry is still good, and the speed of progress is very fast." The guard didn't compliment him, and of course he didn't mean much congratulations.

If the foundation is too poor, then it will improve quickly.

The captain's "make a living" does not refer to the level, but to the scale.

Of course, the level is also good. From the tin box at the beginning of the world war to the heavy tank now, Russia has become more and more dreadful.

This is where scale plays a big role.

Southern Africa's tank technology is indeed advanced, but limited by the scale of the defense industry, the production of heavy equipment such as tanks is planned.

Russia does not need to plan. As long as the bearded man is willing, Russia can produce 34 T2s and [-] IS-[-]s, regardless of cost or whether it needs so many.

Too many ants kill elephants, the quality is not enough to make up the quantity, and the change in quantity will bring about a change in quality sooner or later.

"I heard that in your southern Africa, even ordinary people can live well—" The captain didn't seem to like quiet that much, and he talked a lot.

The guards were also happy. One shift lasted two to three hours, and there was no one to talk to, so it was boring.

As long as the captain does not cross the "red line", the guards are happy to chat with the captain. After all, there are not many Russians who can speak English.

"It depends on what your requirements are. If it's just ordinary food and clothing, it's fine. If you want to have a good life, you still have to work hard." The guard is realistic.

In southern Africa, food and clothing are the minimum requirements. After all, the climate is suitable. In a place like Pretoria, one set of clothes can be worn from the beginning to the end of the year.

Don’t worry about food. When you leave the city and go to a farm in the countryside, there are fruit trees all over the place. If the farmer can’t finish eating, he sells it to wine merchants to make fruit wine. The price is very cheap.

This is the minimum requirement, in other countries, how many people dream of it.

"Those who don't work don't get to eat, that's what we do, but in Russia, there are still many people who are starving—" the captain looked blank, they all worked hard, but the results were completely different.

There is no way to accept this.

Not all efforts pay off.

It snows in Russia for half a year, and the winter is tens of degrees below zero. The natural environment is so harsh. If you want to live the same life as the southern Africans, you have to pay more.

They are also farms. Southern Africa can grow three crops a year. Russia can only grow one season a year, and it depends on the weather. Although southern Africa has an obvious dry season and rainy season, there are not many climate disasters. After all, the water conservancy projects for so many years are not in vain. dug.

"No way, don't you export a lot of grain to Europe every year?" The guard was curious. Could it be that Russia also followed the example of the Indians and would rather starve themselves than ensure that the British cattle have rice to eat?

"Exit and hunger, don't they conflict—" The captain seemed to have remembered something unpleasant, and his expression suddenly became indifferent.

The guards were embarrassed to ask any more, as it might affect unity if they asked again.

There are quite a few Russian military officers who like to be quiet. After a while, the little nurse pushed several Russian military officers over, all of whom were in wheelchairs.

If there are too many people, the situation will be difficult to control. After the guards retreated to the red line again, they remained vigilant.

So the Russian officers chatted among themselves.

Russian officers receiving treatment in field hospitals come from many different units.

The Battle of Budapest has fully exposed many problems in the coordination and command of the Russian army, so as the chat deepened, conflicts gradually broke out.

"My leg was not wounded by the Germans, but by our own people—" A major of the Ukrainian 2nd Front looked at the captain who had just chatted with the guards and sneered.

The captain was from the 3rd Front.

"Major, we can't blame our artillery for being unprofessional. The main reason is that you changed the attack time without informing us, so you fired by mistake—" The captain calmly replied, there are many such things in the Russian army.

Two people will have different ideas. Needless to say, the two front armies have 10 soldiers. Command and coordination have always been an important part of the military academy——

After the major purges in Russia, there are obvious gaps in the military officers. The current military officers have just grown up in the wars of the past few years. Many military officers have not even received systematic education, and they are temporary promotions. Naturally, there are some problems in experience. .

To put it bluntly, it is the contradiction between the academic school and the practical school, which exists in all countries.

The United Kingdom and the United States put so much emphasis on standard operations that there were a lot of jokes during the Battle of Sicily.

"It is precisely because of your rash attack that our artillery lost its protection, which gave the Germans a chance to sneak attack on us!" The captain continued to complain, which can be regarded as retaliation for retaliation.

"Soldiers must be vigilant at all times on the battlefield. You are to blame yourself." The major said arbitrarily, and it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong in such things.

"Heh, we shouldn't have come to rescue you—" the captain said rudely, since they are all Russian troops, it can't be rescue, but help at most.

"Bah, you cowards, we could have killed all the Germans without you!" the major yelled.

"You bastard, show me some respect!" The captain was very angry and didn't care about his rank at all.

"How do you talk to the major?" Another second lieutenant in the wheelchair next to him was even angrier. This one was a man of action. He slapped off the captain's hat with his hands while scolding him.

If it was a major, the captain might have endured it.

The rank of second lieutenant is several ranks lower than that of captain. The military places great emphasis on the hierarchy, and if you dare to take the initiative to beat someone, it will be a disaster.

The captain immediately fought back, kicking the second lieutenant's wheelchair over.

The second lieutenant rolled on the ground and pulled the captain out of the wheelchair.

The scene was already very chaotic at this time. Several officers present were from the 2nd Front Army and the 3rd Front Army.

There is an unwritten rule in the military that it is okay to fight, but not to lose.

My own people must help my own people, so the ground is full of Russian officers rolling around.

The guards who looked on coldly were too helpless.

You are so energetic, there are no Germans, just fight with your own people——

The guards were loyal to their duties and could not leave their posts without authorization. The nurse who was pushing the wheelchair over was panicked.

These are the wounded.

They were all wounded in wheelchairs, and they were all seriously injured.

You said that you Russian heroes, you are rolling all over the floor, do you need some image——

The battle was still quite fierce. The second lieutenant who started the attack had already started to bite his teeth. You said it would be great if you used this ferocity on the enemy.

The arrival of the nurse did not stop the gang fight, but it became more and more intense, because the wheelchair that had just been pushed also immediately joined the ranks of the melee.

Even though he was a wounded man, he was not something that a delicate nurse could stop.

So the nurse turned to the guard for help.

"What are you looking at, help!" The little nurse's face turned pale. The major who spoke rudely at the beginning was the most unlucky. The good bones were broken again, it was horrible.

It's not going to work if you don't help, and if you don't help, people will die.

So when the guard blew his whistle, he opened the second lieutenant's mouth first.

The ensign bit the captain's dangling arm.

The captain roared and poked the second lieutenant in the face with a cigarette butt.

The second lieutenant's eyes were blood red, and he barked while exerting his strength, just like a military dog.

"Let go!" the guard yelled.

The second lieutenant was still whining, and he was determined not to let go.

"You coward!" the guard rounded.

"You are a coward!" The second lieutenant scolded back, so he fell for the trick, and the captain rolled away with his arms folded.

The guard was triumphant, so he naturally didn't notice that a nurse slipped into Shukhevich's ward in the chaos.

(End of this chapter)