War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 245 Yes or No
"Victor, how is the situation?" Carlo collected his emotions and asked Wei Ran who was checking Trento's injuries in the cargo compartment.

"No problem"

Wei Ran replied without raising his head, "There is enough in the medical kit to perform an operation on him, and there are also medicines that can help Pierre."

"I'm asking you," Carlo had to say again, "Are you sure you can operate on him?"

"Of course, this is just a very simple minor operation."

Wei Ran sat on a wooden box filled with ammunition, "But the wind and sand here are too strong, we need to completely seal the box, and also need enough lighting to do it."

"These are just minor problems"

While the reporter Pell was speaking, he untied the canvas sheds on the wooden railings on both sides of the cargo bed, "Put the two sides down, and then cover the canvas under Trento's buttocks, which is enough to block all the sand."

"We can remove the lights on the motorcycle to provide lighting," Panettone said second.

"Let's start then." Wei Ran stood up, "Carlo, get the motorcycle over here, and then we'll lift Trento onto the motorcycle first."

"Are you really sure?" Carlo asked again before doing it.

"Is there a hospital or doctor nearby?" Wei Ran smiled and gave the same answer as when he treated Pierre last night.

"You're right." Carlo smiled, and walked towards the motorcycle not far away.

In the busyness of everyone, Trento, who was shot in the thigh, and Pierre, who was still having a high fever, lay on the motorcycle, and then the four of them worked together to lift the Breda anti-aircraft gun and some wooden boxes in the truck compartment. down.

In this busy arrangement, everyone had their own gains. What pleased Carlo and Panettone the most was that they found four boxes of pasta and five boxes of canned tomatoes.

Just these two things, as long as they can find water, it is enough to cook a piece of pasta they are thinking of.In addition, a box of butter sealed in tin cans and a box of olive oil that Italians like were found in the boxes that were originally covered with canvas.In addition, there are four full boxes of French red wine!

However, for Wei Ran, the surprise was the Breda 35 anti-aircraft gun that was carried down. This 20mm anti-aircraft gun used the same type of ammunition as his anti-tank gun. Several boxes were found in this car!
Under the repeated questioning of the crowd, Trento, who was shot in the thigh, had to tell the truth, these things turned out to be supplies from the 101st Division headquarters!
"These bastards, we've had spoiled canned tuna for at least a month. Not only do they have pasta to eat, but they even have red wine to drink!" Panettone gritted his teeth and cursed, while opening a bottle of red wine, gurgling After taking two sips, he handed it to Carlo beside him.

The latter also took a big gulp of the red wine, handed the bottle to Pell, and guessed indignantly, "Panetone, do you think that the gentlemen of our 132nd division headquarters can also eat pasta and white wine at any time?" Bread with olive oil?"

"Is this still a guess?"

Pell also took a sip of wine, and said depressedly, "When I set off, I wondered why the headquarters of the 101st Division asked me to take this truck, and even sent an armored vehicle to protect me. It turned out that it was in my name. Protect their spaghetti!"

"You guys have time to chat, why don't you bring Trento up first."

By tidying up the temporary operating room, Wei Ran secretly pried open an ammunition box and reminded, "Also, you need to go to the surrounding sand dunes to guard me, lest the British come over just after I helped him take out the bullets."

"Immediately!" Panettone, who had already opened the second bottle of red wine, shook the bottle in his hand, "Victor, do you want to quench your thirst first?"

Wei Ran shook his head dumbfoundingly and refused, "Forget it, I'm afraid I'll accidentally cut off Trento's leg if I drink too much."

"Then I'll keep this bottle for you. We'll drink it when you're done." Panettone said while pressing the oak cork into the mouth of the bottle.

"Panetone" Wei Ran seriously reminded, "We may not know how long it will take to find fresh water, so it's best to save some of those red wines."

Panettone quickly made a promise, "All of us only drink two bottles!"

Hearing this, Wei Ran stopped talking nonsense, and reminded before pulling up the curtain, "Carlo, turn on the lights, and don't lift the tarpaulin before I go out, otherwise if sand enters the wound, Tren Todd would really have to amputate."

"Don't worry, Victor!" Carlo said, and together with the German reporter Pell, he lifted Trento onto the tight cargo box wrapped in canvas.

At the same time that Wei Ran fastened the double canvas curtains, the motorcycle lights hanging on the ceiling also lit up with the sound of the engine outside, revealing every detail in the dim cargo compartment.

"Trento, let me cover your eyes first, so as not to be blinded by the overhead lights, and also to prevent you from seeing the wound and being frightened." Wei Ran reminded with a long piece of canvas.

"Come on." Trento closed his eyes and said nervously, "Victor, please don't amputate my legs."

"We don't need Mussolini's butt to eat, so why not saw your legs?" Wei Ran joked, while covering the former's eyes with a thick canvas.

After making sure that the other party couldn't see anything, Wei Ran gave the other party a dose of morphine, put on rubber gloves while the effect of the drug was onset, and immediately started the operation.

It was also Trento's luck. Although the bullet tore apart the thigh muscles and injured the bones, it was lucky that it did not cause any damage to the main blood vessels.Undoubtedly, this is also the main reason why he has survived until now without bleeding.

He quickly took out the bullet, and then carefully sewed up the muscle and epithelial tissue and covered it with a dressing.Wei Ran carefully took out the medical kit in the metal book, and took out four penicillin, which is absolutely rare in this era, but can be called a life-saving medicine.

Taking back the medical box, after Wei Ran gave Trento a shot of penicillin, he did not rush to untie the canvas on the other's eyes, but carefully took out 11 rounds of his own from the ammunition box opened in advance at his feet. A high-velocity tungsten-core armor-piercing projectile suitable for an anti-tank gun was put into his canvas bag.

After hiding the bullet, he untied the canvas on the opponent's face, then opened the curtain, and motioned to Carlo who was guarding the motorcycle not far away, "Bring Pierre up too, and by the way, take Trento up first." Lift it down."

"Take it out?" Carlo asked in surprise, "Is his leg okay?"

"It's nothing." Wei Ran replied with a smile.

Carlo was completely relieved when he heard the words, and greeted the German reporter Pell, and with the help of Wei Ran, Trento was temporarily lifted off the cargo bucket, and then Pierre, who was still having a high fever and was a little unconscious Sent it up.

After tying up the canvas curtain, Wei Ran checked the man's broken arm and severely burned legs, then took the penicillin he had taken out earlier, gave him an injection, and applied some on the burnt part of his leg. He opened the curtain and said to Panetone outside, "I see that your feet have been limping for the past two days. Do you want to take a look for you?"

"No need." Panettone pulled up his trouser legs and said, pointing to the bruise on the face bone of the calf, "it was just bumped. But if you want, let the Englishman see his injury."

"What's wrong with him?" Wei Ran looked at the British man who had been pulled out of the truck chassis and asked.

"There was a gash on his head," German reporter Pell said nonchalantly, "but the bleeding is gone, so there is no need to waste medicine on him."

"Even if my mule is injured, I won't just sprinkle a handful of sand on the wound to stop the bleeding." Carlo angrily exposed Pell's approach, "Victor, help him take a look."

"lift it up"

Wei Ran said nonchalantly that he had no ill feeling toward the British, but even less of a good feeling. After all, in this era, a hundred years later, it was these shit-stirring sticks who sold the whores that flooded China.

When Carlo and Panettone pushed the British prisoner with his hands still bound into the cargo bucket, Wei Ran said an out-of-key "Set crotch" in English he only knew, and then pointed at himself and said "Honey, knife!" Teer, the boy poured oil."

Obviously, this British guy not only understood the high-level broken English that is not even considered in bulk, but also sat down very obediently, stretched his head over, and at the same time imitated Wei Ran's "grammar" and said gratefully, "Me, Harry, Harry Burton. Thanks, you, help, me!"

"Harry Potter?" Wei Ran muttered strangely in Chinese in a low voice, and almost couldn't help but lift the hair on the other's forehead that was stuck together with dried blood to see if there was a lightning mark on his forehead.

"Burton, Harry Burton." The head-wounded prisoner corrected.

"It's Harry anyway?"

Wei Ran didn't bother to argue about the other party's name, so he directly gave him a shot of morphine, and after turning him over, he immediately began to wash the congealed wound and the hair around the wound.It wasn't until the dried blood mixed with fine sand was cleaned up, and the wound began to bleed again, that the six or seven centimeter long wound on the opponent's scalp was stitched up.

After wrapping up Harry's head injury, Wei Ran patiently waited for him to recover from the morphine, and then he put together the few English words he knew and asked, "Harry, H 2 is wrong." , water, where have? you know?"

Afraid that the other party might not understand, Wei Ran pointed to the surroundings and repeated, "Water, where have?"

Harry, who had one eye covered with gauze in order to fix the wound, obviously understood what Wei Ran was saying again, but unfortunately, it was Wei Ran's turn to not understand what he said next.

Wei Ran, who suffered from headaches from English since he was a child, was dizzy and dizzy, and even had the illusion of returning to the English listening test back then. Finally, he asked simply and concisely, "Water, where have? you know yes?"

"Yes!"

The dizzy Harry, who was also communicating with him, endured the pain on the top of his head and gave an affirmative answer first, but before Wei Ran could speak, he popped out a "crazy" from his mouth. NO!".

(End of this chapter)