War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 124
On the morning of April 4, the morning fog mixed with the smell of gunpowder shortened the field of vision to a distance of less than ten meters.But ten meters away or even further away, which was invisible, the clearer sounds of firefights became more and more intense.Correspondingly, many more wounded were carried to the clinic than yesterday.Even more than half of them are German soldiers of different ages.

So from the dawn of day, Dr. Rocky and Father Hans led Wei Ran to start the treatment work.But there are also benefits. Although these German soldiers could not pay for medical expenses, they left a lot of supplies.

From gasoline to bread, from cigarettes to alcohol, and even an amputee soldier used his submachine gun as a medical fee.

But even so, near noon, the last anesthetic was completely used up while treating a child whose leg was broken.From then on, the dimly lit clinic was filled with all kinds of screams, so much so that Doctor Lodge and Father Hans had to stuff cotton balls in their ears.

Wei Ran, on the other hand, seemed indifferent. Although the environment here is not as good as Hongqi Forest Farm, but no matter how miserable the human beings are, how can they compare to wild boars tied to the operating table without anesthesia and knifed?joke!Ten people are no match for one pig!

"Hans, where did you find this bastard?" Dr. Lodge shouted loudly.

"What did you say?" Father Hans asked, pulling out the cotton ball in his ear.

"I said, where did you find this bastard!" Dr. Lodge pointed to Wei Ran with a serious face, "Does his ear have switches?"

"how could I know!"

Father Hans plugged his ears again impatiently, picked up the saw and began to repeatedly pull on the thigh of the young soldier who seemed to be a few years younger than Marco, and cut the lower half of the blood at the fastest speed. Saw it down.

At the same time, on the second floor where the skylight was opened, Mario was holding the P38 pistol given to him by his brother, looking in horror at the little Jewish girl Mora who was just across the table from him.

"Shoot!"

Marco was sitting on the side of the table playing with a shiny bullet, "Mario, I've loaded your pistol with bullets, as long as you pull the trigger, she will die, and even if she can't die, she might die." They were carried downstairs, and Papa Hans and the others sawed off your arms or legs. By then, the blood might splash on the soles of your shoes along the cracks in the ceiling."

Glancing at the terrified little kids on both sides of the table, Marco continued, "Of course, if you let Papa Hans know that you killed his booty, you will be sent downstairs soon." Listen to those screams on the operating table, and when Father Hans saws off your arm, you have to keep silent like a real man."

"Don't say it! Stop it!"

With a face full of horror, Mario held the heavy pistol in both hands and shook his head frantically while stepping back, then sat down on the ground, "vomit!" He vomited out all the bread and fish that he ate in his stomach at noon. Golden beans also fell from the little face full of fear and hit the dusty floor, and then turned into mud balls the size of rice grains.

Marco suppressed a smile, took the opportunity to wink at Mora who was sitting upright, then picked up the pistol that was not loaded at all, pulled Mario to sit on the chair again and pretended to be mysterious, "But , Father Hans also said, if you can protect Mora, she will be your trophy. When the war is over and we drive out the Soviets, you can give her to Yuanshou in person. Yuanshou I will personally award you a Cross!"

"Really?!" Mario asked, clenching his dirty little hands without caring to wipe off the stains at the corners of his mouth.

"of course it's true!"

Marco made a promise with great certainty, "But the premise is that you have to protect your spoils, and you can't let her get hurt, and you can't let her be snatched away by others. You must know that many people want to catch the Jews and sacrifice them. Give Yuanshou! If you are snatched away by others, then you will have no chance at all."

"Can I take her to find Yuantou now?" Mario asked impatiently with wide eyes.

"No, of course not."

Marko quickly shook his head, "Yuantou is very busy now. He is busy directing everyone to fight the Soviets, but he has no time to see you."

"I" Mario hesitated with a sullen face.

"If you don't think you can protect her well, maybe Father Hans will give her to Victor, when the time comes."

"I can! I can definitely protect her!" Mario promised in a panic without waiting for his brother to finish speaking.

"The point is not to let anyone know that she is Jewish, and it is best not to let other people know that she is hiding here."

"Auntie, too?"

"Of course not!" Marco said affirmatively, "Have you forgotten who used to snatch your chocolate?"

"Not even Oliver?" Mario's expression became more and more nervous, "He is my best friend."

"Of course not!" Marco shook his head flatly, "No one can do it until Mora is handed over to Yuanshou."

"I understand!"

Mario gritted his teeth, and looked at Mo La, who was sitting opposite, tremblingly, "I will protect my spoils! I won't let anyone snatch her away!"

"idiot."

The little girl with a shaved head, Mora, muttered to herself, she is two years older than Mario, and since her father was taken away, she has been living in hiding, not like someone who is brainwashed every day Mario is so free and innocent, so he can understand that Marco is actually helping him, not to mention that he had already told her in advance that there was no bullet in the gun.

Just at this moment, someone knocked on the wooden door at the top of the stairs, and Marco stood up immediately, while Mario waved his little hand at Mora madly, and at the same time opened the wardrobe door at the innermost side of the room.

It wasn't until Mora was pushed into the wardrobe by Mario and closed the door that Marco opened the door, and then saw the little nurse who had been wearing a mask and a hat.

"What's wrong?" Marco secretly breathed a sigh of relief while asking.

"A motorcycle and a car came outside." The little nurse's words immediately made Marco nervous again.

"Quick, gauze!" Marco said nervously.

The little nurse was stunned, and quickly took out a large piece of blood-stained dressing from her pocket, and wrapped the former's face with gauze, covering most of his face.

After hastily looking at the mirror, Marco reached out and picked up the big-brimmed hat hanging on the hanger at the door and put it on his head, closed the door and walked down the stairs quickly.

After he walked through the clinic like a slaughterhouse with a pale face, he immediately saw a sidecar motorcycle parked at the door, and the person sitting on the sidecar of this motorcycle was precisely his crazy aunt!

"It's broken." Marco subconsciously blocked the door of the clinic with his body, looking in panic at the aunt who came out of the sidecar slowly.

Marco's aunt seemed to have not recognized him, she stretched out her right hand to salute frantically, and after Marco responded to her dumbfoundedly, she said in a business-like manner, "Major Rudy, we learned that you and Your soldiers requisitioned this clinic to help front-line soldiers, so some medicines and supplies were specially sent, and new tasks were brought."

"What task?" Marco asked subconsciously.

Marko's aunt looked at the cars parked at the entrance of the alley behind her, and said with a blank expression, "Keep this clinic and help every German who needs help, whether he is a soldier or a civilian."

Finally, looking at Marco with a dull face, the woman stretched out her right hand frantically, and shouted loudly, "Germany will win in the end!"

This voice not only got a response from the soldiers behind him, but also woke up Marco.

"Germany will win in the end!" Marko quickly responded.

"Finally, thank you for lending me the motorcycle earlier."

"No thanks." Marco said dryly.

Marco's aunt raised her arms expressionlessly, and directed the soldiers behind her to move boxes of medicines, food, and various consumables that might be used from the truck at the entrance of the alley, and pile them up neatly. At the door of the clinic.Then he left with the people, leaving only the BMW motorcycle with an extra MG42 machine gun on the sidecar parked alone at the end of the clinic.

Watching these people leave blankly, Marco shivered, walked quickly to the side of the motorcycle, and took out an inconspicuous ammunition bag from the deepest part of the sidecar.

Carefully opening the ammunition bag, I saw a heavy gold bar and a card the size of a cigarette case inside.Gently opened the card, and there was only a simple sentence written on it, "Take care of Mario until he becomes an adult."

Turning around and looking at the entrance of the alley, except for the gunpowder smoke and damp water vapor brought by the wind, the truck had already disappeared.

Turning around to look in the direction of the clinic, the faces of Wei Ran and the three holding various medical equipment were all full of surprises, even the little nurse who was hiding put out half of his head, looking at the pile of medical equipment at the door in surprise. supplies.

Father Hans glanced at the alley, lifted his spirits and said, "Since the medicine is available, don't let the wounded suffer, Marco, move the things in quickly."

"Oh, here it is, here it is!" Marco hurriedly put the ammunition bag into his arms, and under the guidance of the little nurse, he found out the most urgently needed anesthetic and moved it in.

Almost at the same time that the first anesthetic was propelled into the wounded man, Marko's aunt had already crossed the Moltke Bridge with heavily armed soldiers.

Standing at the bridge, the fanatical woman lighted a cigarette without haste and took a deep puff. She looked in the direction of the clinic with nostalgia in the lingering smoke, and muttered something stupid to herself.Only then did she take the submachine gun handed to her by a young soldier, and rushed into the battlefield without hesitation.

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(End of this chapter)