War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 428 God's servants are also afraid

Subconsciously, he looked back at the two stretcher soldiers who had already run away. When Wei Ran turned his head, he found that the black soldier lying behind the wreckage of the landing vehicle was also surprised.

With previous experience, he naturally knew what the black soldier was surprised about.As for Wei Ran himself, he was surprised that the white stretcher soldier had the completely opposite attitude from the shirtless white soldier before.

The two looked at each other briefly, and Wei Ran took away the other's hand covering his abdomen as usual, and then saw a wound more than ten centimeters long cut open in the abdominal cavity, the deepest in the middle The location, as the white stretcher soldier said, has squeezed out a large group of colorful intestines.

Fortunately, luckily among misfortunes, although the slashed wound on the black soldier's abdomen looked scary, his intestines did not suffer any damage.

Looking around, Wei Ran swiftly opened the medical bag, put morphine on the opponent first, and kept saying, "I'll stitch up the wound for you first, just hold on."

"Thank you! Thank you!" The terrified black soldier replied tremblingly.

"Which unit are you from?" Wei Ran asked while preparing suture equipment, trying his best to relieve the other party's anxiety.

"Sea Bee, the non-ferrous company of the Construction Battalion, I am a stevedore, responsible for carrying ammunition." The black soldier endured the panic and replied, "Our supplies were bombed just now, and it seems that I am the only one who survived."

Colored company?

Hearing this discriminatory number, Wei Ran couldn't help curling his lips, "Don't worry, you will survive. I'm going to sew up your wound now, don't move around."

While speaking, he pinched the wound with a hemostat, and seeing that the black soldier didn't have any painful expression on his face, he immediately took out a bottle of normal saline and roughly washed the sand around the wound and the intestines, and then A black soldier stuffed all the extruded intestines back into his abdominal cavity with somewhat joyful and terrified eyes.

After two or three sutures, the wound was bandaged, and then he took out a penicillin from the bag and pushed it on him.Wei Ran looked around and asked, "Where are your medical soldiers or stretcher soldiers?"

"I don't know, I don't know where they are."

The black soldier replied with a trace of despair, "I even doubt that those medical soldiers and stretcher soldiers are also in charge of ammunition handling work now."

"Absurd"

Wei Ran looked around, and simply handed the M1 carbine in his hand to the other party, "Persist, I'll find someone to send you back."

Hearing this, the black soldier immediately took the carbine and aimed it in the direction of the high ground directly in front of the beach, and was about to fire.

"No need to fire," Wei Ran quickly reminded, "It's impossible to hit anyone at such a distance, just wait for me here."

While speaking, Wei Ran had already rushed out of the wreckage of the landing vehicle he was hiding in, dodging back and forth between the craters, looking for the stretcher soldier he met before, to see if he could help.

However, after searching, the stretcher soldier was not found, but he met the black Will who he met when he rescued the first black man.

"Will, Will!" Wei Ran patted Will's shoulder vigorously, "Come here! Do me a favor!"

"What do you need me to do?" Will immediately put down the ammunition box that was being carried, and ran forward following Wei Ran.

"Where did you send your companion just now?" Wei Ran asked loudly amidst the sound of artillery fire.

"Landing vehicle!"

Will also yelled and replied, "The landing vehicle that transports supplies, they can take the wounded back when they return."

Wei Ran jumped into a bomb crater with half of the body lying there, pointed to the wreckage of the landing vehicle in the distance and shouted, "The wreckage of the landing vehicle, the smoking one! There is a black soldier behind it, you find a way to send him away. to the landing vehicle."

"no problem!"

As Will said, he was about to jump out of the crater, but was dragged out by Wei Ran, "His abdomen was injured, so hug him and walk sideways, don't let his abdomen be stressed! Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Wilby made an OK gesture, and rushed out despite the constant bombardment.

After sending away the black Will, Wei Ran was not in a hurry to leave the crater. Now he wanted to find out which battle this battle was, which was very different from his expectations, and what day it was today. .

In addition, if the black Will just now is the Will mentioned in the metal book, then he has to find Tom and Marshall as soon as possible, as well as a camera that can take a group photo of them.

Shaking away the intricate thoughts in his mind, Wei Ran took off the red cross cuff on his arm and soaked it in the mud in the center of the crater, then stuffed it into the helmet's net cover to cover the red cross logo on it.

Not daring to stay in one place for a long time, Wei Ran tried his best to avoid the supplies on the beach that were destined to attract artillery strikes and the direction of the main attack, and at the same time he tried his best to treat the wounded he encountered.

After helping two white men and one black man to deal with their wounds and being sent away by stretchers or other black soldiers, Wei Ran just hid behind a bombed tank and was about to catch his breath. Panic prayers were faintly heard amidst the deafening artillery fire.

After searching for the sound, Wei Ran almost couldn't hold back his laughter, because just under the chassis of the wrecked tank, a soldier had already dug out a foxhole.At this time, he was lying in a foxhole full of stagnant water, praying to God for help, and crossing his chest over and over again.

And on the helmet next to him, there is also a black-covered Bible, and a 1911 pistol with carved patterns and ivory handle patches is pressed on it.Among other things, just by the pistol alone, this guy is at least a rich man.

"Hey! Can you make room for me?"

Wei Ran poked his head halfway in and asked, he had an impression of this soldier, when he first landed, he seemed to be right next to him.

"Yes! Come in! Come in!"

The soldier was taken aback at first, then quickly turned over, pushed away the wet sand and signaled Wei Ran to go in.

Difficult to get his upper body under the chassis of the ruined tank, Wei Ran turned on the flashlight hanging on his chest and asked, "Are you injured?"

"No. Yes! I'm injured!" The soldier changed his words abruptly in the middle of speaking, "My leg is injured! I can't move!"

"Then it's your leg that's hurt."

Wei Ranhun responded indifferently, and then asked, "First time on the battlefield?"

Hearing this, the white soldier who looked at least 30 years old nodded in horror, "This is the first time, I have been in Pearl Harbor before, this is the first time I was sent to the front line, by the way, I am a Chaplain, chaplain."

"But you look like even God can't help you now," Wei Ran said tactfully.

"It's my first time on the battlefield"

The military chaplain said bitterly, "The battlefield is different from what I imagined. Now I feel that I need God's help more than anyone else."

"It would be great if God could charge with a gun." Wei Ran teased without a trace, and then asked abruptly, "What date is it today?"

"21st, July 7st." The pastor looked at Wei Ran puzzled.

"Do you know where this is?" Wei Ran continued to ask.

"Of course I know!" The military chaplain became more and more puzzled, but he still answered Wei Ran's question, "Guam, this is Asan Beach in Guam, what exactly do you want to say?"

Guam on July 7st?Battle of Guam?So I'm going to survive here for almost a month?

Wei Ran sighed secretly, then pointed to the bible next to the other party, and said solemnly, "Since you still know what time it is and where you are now, you should know that there are many wounded on the battlefield outside who need you And your god help isn't it?"

Hearing this, the military chaplain showed hesitation and fear on his face, but at the same time subconsciously shrank back.

"Another reminder"

Wei Ran stepped back and said, "It's also unsafe here, and it can even be said to be even more unsafe. Once soldiers hide near the wreckage of this tank as a cover, they will definitely attract the opponent's artillery fire. Once you are buried Down below, neither I nor the other soldiers will waste time digging you out, you can only wait here to die, and if you are lucky enough to last until the high tide, you will die of drowning."

Speaking of this, Wei Ran has already pulled his upper body out of the small space dug out under the tank chassis, "So instead of doing this, it's better to come out, so that even if you are injured, you will be treated."

"Don't say it, don't say it, I'm coming out now!"

The chaplain hiding under the wreckage of the tank had already put the Bible into his pocket while speaking, put on his helmet in a hurry, and then crawled out with a pistol, "Medical soldier, help me quickly."

"Victor, my name is Victor."

Wei Ran grabbed the other's outstretched hand and asked while pulling it out, "What's your name?"

"Tom, my name is Tom! Thank you, Victor, and may God bless you." Before the military chaplain could finish his sentence, Wei Ran dragged him out.

"You are Tom?"

Wei Ran muttered to himself, carefully memorized the other person's appearance, pulled him up and reminded him, "God blesses or not is God's business, you should be careful, don't run to the front, there is no need for God there. "

"Can I go with you?"

Pastor Tom asked nervously. He didn't look like the legendary military chaplain who could breastfeed and spank at all. At this moment, he was more like a living normal person who knew fear.

"Of course I don't mind"

Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, and said in advance, "Of course, I might treat black people. If you mind, you'd better tell me in advance. I don't want to be pointed at the head again."

"It's all right," Tom said without thinking, "Black people are God's children too."

"That only proves that God lives next door to a black old king"

Wei Ran once again secretly composed a sentence in his heart, looked left and right, and rushed towards a bomb crater that had just been blown up in the distance.Seeing this, Pastor Tom immediately chased after him with the bible in one hand and the gaudy pistol in the other.

Almost at the moment when the two of them jumped into the crater one after another, the wreckage of the tank that Tom had just hidden was hit by a shell.

Tom turned pale, and subconsciously crossed himself again, "God bless!"

"Obviously I saved your life." Wei Ran didn't bother to argue with God, leaned out and dragged a wounded man who was still twitching.

The condition of this wounded man was almost the most miserable that he had encountered. His legs were gone from the knee down, but he himself stubbornly tied the wound tightly with rags he did not know where to get. Help yourself.

"Help me hold him down!"

Before Wei Ran finished his sentence, he was already familiar with the way of putting morphine on the wounded, and then started the work of hemostasis roughly.

Tom was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly held down the wounded and offered help as best he could.

After simply finishing the hemostasis, Wei Ran took a look with his probe, climbed out of the crater as fast as he could and brought in the second wounded.

Compared with the previous one, this wounded man had complete hands and feet, but Wei Ran's heart sank when he saw the other party's blushing face and the bloody foam gushing from the corner of his mouth.

Cutting off the blood-stained shirt as quickly as possible, he and Pastor Tom successively saw several bullet wounds on the wounded man's chest and blood bubbles gushing from the wounds.

"He was shot in the lung, he can't be saved." Wei Ran was about to crawl out of the crater to look for the third wounded.

"Morphine, at least give him a morphine!" Tom said almost pleadingly.

Sighing, Wei Ran happily took out a stick of morphine and stuck it on the wounded man.

Tom smiled gratefully at the guard, and knelt beside the wounded who was destined not to survive, and gently placed the blood-stained Bible in his arms, then took out the cross necklace with one hand, and Holding the wounded man's hand, he began his dying prayer amidst the heavy artillery fire.

"Father in heaven, forgive the sin of this soldier."

(End of this chapter)