Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 389: Full-Level Military Doctor
"morphine!!"

Benjamin Solomon, a medical officer from Battalion A of the 338th Regiment of the th Division, pressed the wound on the wounded man's thigh tightly. Blood seeped out from between his fingers. He wore glasses and looked very gentle.

The wounded were howling in pain.

Occupying "China" and controlling the throat, they were attacked by more than 12 people from the 5000th Cavalry Regiment and the Spanish Foreign Legion.

More than 570 people VS 5000!

The scene was filled with tension from the very beginning.

There were more than 30 wounded people in his makeshift operating room, sitting on the ground in all directions, and some were seriously ill.

Chug tug tug…

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire at close range startled Benjamin Solomon, and he looked outside nervously.

His hospital is less than 100 meters away from the periphery.

boom!
The door was kicked open, and a puppet government soldier dressed in dark green rushed in with a gun. When he saw the wounded inside, his eyes suddenly lit up!

This is like a butcher entering a pigsty.

He pulled the trigger at the nearest wounded man, killing him.

Of course Benjamin Solomon couldn't tolerate him, so he picked up the AR-15 automatic rifle on the table and shot the man down with one shot. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, two more armed drug dealers rushed into the infirmary.

The one in front was killed before he could even react.

The other man roared and rushed towards Solomon with a bayonet, but obviously...

The gentle doctor is also an expert with a knife.

He swung his hands and smashed the opponent's face with the butt of the gun. You could hear the sound of bones breaking. His eyeballs were smashed. He let out a scream and died on the spot!

After knocking down the three bastards, Solomon held his rifle and headed outside for help, but he didn't expect that as soon as he went out, he ran into five soldiers rushing towards him.

He spread his legs, placed the AR-15 automatic rifle on his waist, pulled the trigger, and fired a burst of bullets, knocking down two people.

blah blah~
The bullets are all gone and the gun is empty.

At this time, two soldiers rushed up with bayonets in hand. Solomon kicked one of them's bayonet away, took out his dagger and performed a surgical operation on the other's neck, stabbing him six or seven times in a row.

Seeing how tough the military doctor was, the other two looked at each other, swallowed their saliva, and pounced on him together with strange cries.

Solomon's adrenaline surged, and he stabbed one of them to the ground in no time, but his bayonet fell to the ground. He could only fight hand-to-hand with the remaining soldier. The two sides fought each other on the ground, and his glasses were knocked off.

There was a gunshot.

A lightly wounded soldier came out from behind and killed the other person with a pistol.

Solomon panted quickly and picked up the glasses on the ground, but the legs of the glasses were broken, so he could only fix them with gauze while walking towards the infirmary. "It's not safe here. Let's go, all the injured should be moved to the back!"

"Solomon, what about you?" a wounded soldier asked.

He picked up an m249 light machine gun and collected bullets. Solomon, with blood all over his face, looked at them and said, "Take care of yourself. I will be back."

After saying that, he tore off the armband that symbolized "medic" and rushed toward the position alone.

After a while, the roar of bullets and the screams of puppet government soldiers were heard.

Phew~~! !
On the front battlefield of "Qina", soldiers of the 2th Cavalry Regiment carried M12 flamethrowers and sprayed at the eaves of the village entrance. The high temperature immediately ignited the house, and they planned to push through.

But the joy did not last long, as a stray bullet hit the ejector and exploded on the spot, burning the opponent's entire body and causing him to scream miserably.

"Machine Gun Master" John Basilone squatted in a trench half the height of a person, roaring with the machine gun in his hand. The assistant gunner next to him was holding an ammunition belt and directly shot two enemy soldiers to death.

At another firepower point is an M2 Browning heavy machine gun, which is specifically designed to attack infantry.

"Infantry fighting vehicle!" The deputy gunner pointed into the distance.

John Basilone saw a "big truck" running rampant, the U.S. military's M113 armored personnel carrier, nicknamed "battlefield taxi", a tracked vehicle.

The machine guns on top were firing everywhere, but the enemy had learned its lesson and walked along the houses to avoid the Browning heavy machine guns. The other 7.62s hit their bodies but could not penetrate the armor at all.

But how do you say something?

Don't be too arrogant, someone will take care of you.

Before it could feel proud for long, a Northern Army soldier holding an M72 rocket launcher fired a shot at it.

Directly into the soul!

The infantrymen following behind were also unlucky. Many of them were injured by the explosion and lay on the ground wailing.

For a moment, it was really impossible to break through the defense line.

They were so scared that they all ran back.

In a forest outside the battlefield of "Qina" village.

Barry Thomas, commander of the 12th Cavalry Regiment, put down his telescope angrily and cursed, "It was so close, it was so close!"
This was the third time that so many of them were blocked outside a small village.

"Kill the people who led the charge! Who told them to retreat!" Barry Thomas cursed at his subordinates around him.

"Captain, Captain Custer was killed..."

This made the other party's neck stiffen, his eyes sinister, and he suddenly turned his head to a white officer standing next to him, "General Carvajal, the Spanish Foreign Legion can go now!"

Olmo Carvajal had thin lips. He squinted his eyes, looked at the corpses on the battlefield, his eyelids twitched, and shook his head, "We refuse."

What a joke.

Have you ever seen the Foreign Legion fighting a positional war?

600 people are going to be fill-in babies?

That's too luxurious.

Each of them has undergone 35 weeks of special training. What they should do is infiltrate and decapitate behind enemy lines and guard important targets, rather than being "lucky guys" in this kind of "war of attrition."

Captain Barry Thomas was so angry, those damn Spanish people.

As expected, none of them are good bastards.

But there is nothing we can do. Who can blame them for having independent autonomy? Although it is under the name of the central government, they can fight if they want to, and withdraw if they don’t want to. No one can arrange anything for them.

"Captain, let's retreat first." The chief of staff beside him lowered his voice, and then said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "We can't kill all the soldiers. These are our capital. Otherwise, when you return, this position of commander will no longer be yours."

"We still have to retain some strength."

Barry Thomas narrowed his eyes and his heart trembled.

Many high-ranking Mexican military officials have already shown some "disloyalty", and it can be seen that the country has entered a period of chaos. With soldiers, talents and money, can Popovich become president?

Why can't I make a military appeal?

You know, the Mexican mutiny has a long history of mutinies.

After all, the military is made up of men.

Do you know why many people who watch talk shows are women?

And why can’t men in the army be left too idle?

Because, among three men, there will be a king of ideas.

Just like now...

The Chief of Staff asked the regiment commander to conserve his troops!

Barry Thomas was silent for a moment, glanced at the other party, and nodded slowly, "Withdraw!"

"Don't you want to give it another try?" Olmo Carvajal asked with a frown.

"My soldiers are also soldiers. If you think you can take it down, I'll leave it to you, France."

"Withdraw 10 kilometers away!"

"Yes!"

The Spaniard couldn't believe that this Mexican could be so tough. He was stunned for a moment, then a little upset, but his reason told him that there was no need to argue with him. He glanced deeply at the "China" village and walked away with a gloomy face.

Don't get carried away in a war!
John Basilone looked at the piles of dead bodies, his hands trembling a little as he tried to grab a cigarette. He didn't feel it just now, but after the battle, his hands were numb, and there was obviously still some recoil. He handed over a cigarette.

He raised his head and saw that it was a sergeant. He held the cigarette in his mouth and the other party hurriedly lit it for him.

John Basilone suddenly saw a dozen wounded soldiers standing among the dead, shouting "Solomon," "Go get some help."

The sergeant nodded, ran over and called a wounded man.

"Why is Solomon missing?"

He was of course aware that the medic was a direct subordinate, and he was also a top student who graduated from the Tijuana Medical College. He could have been a doctor, but he asked to join the army and hoped to go to the most dangerous unit.

So, he was assigned to the airborne regiment of the 4th Division.

Regimental commander Kurt Student thought this was a treasure and must be taken good care of. On the battlefield, a good doctor was related to the survival of the battlefield.

After all, the wounded are also valuable assets. If the mortality rate is reduced and the wounded can be quickly restored to combat effectiveness, it will have a great impact on the war situation.

The wounded man was a new recruit, and he was crying as he told the story of Solomon's "angry killing" of eight people.

John Basilone and the sergeant next to him were stunned!
It’s so fierce!
Are all scholars so irritable?

"Quick, find him quickly. If he's alive, I must find him. If he's dead, I must find his body!"

A group of people hurriedly searched on the battlefield. Finally, about twenty minutes later, someone found Benjamin Solomon. He had thrown himself on a machine gun with more than ten wounds on his body, including knife wounds and bullet wounds.

"Still alive, still alive!"

An old soldier felt his nose and neck arteries, his eyes lit up and he shouted, and everyone hurriedly carried him to the open space.

"Captain, Solomon is still alive."

John Basilone ran over in a hurry, and seeing the other man's expression, he quickly shook his hand.

"Urgent medical treatment is needed, otherwise." A medical soldier said in a deep voice.

"Report to the headquarters and request a helicopter to evacuate the wounded. Also, report Solomon's battle record."

The correspondent who was traveling with him responded quickly.

He glanced at Benjamin Solomon with a look of admiration.

In an army full of strong men, such a person can be considered a military king.

after…

There will definitely be no medical disputes.

When the Tijuana Command received this "news", Horatio Herbert Kitchener was also dumbfounded, but the next second, he planned to set Benjamin Solomon as a benchmark.

In this situation, such a tough guy is really needed.

"The 338st Battalion of the 61th Airborne Regiment has occupied China. The bridge has been bombed and the st Brigade can't fly over. Should we let them move?" asked Deputy Commander Kennedy.

"Transport more soldiers over there and provide them with manpower. When necessary, allow Captain John Basilone to lead his soldiers into the central government area to conduct guerrilla warfare and cause chaos within the region."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener pointed his finger at New Leon and ordered Rommel and his men to recapture the entire state before July 7th!

"And march directly south."

"So anxious? Do you want to let him rest for a while?" Kennedy asked in surprise. He had no psychological burden. He was originally the number one person in the military, but now that the other party was the commander-in-chief, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He knows his own weight.

It's nothing more than following the general early...

Choice is often greater than effort.

With the support of a noble person, a pig can also become Marshal Tianpeng.

Horatio Herbert Kitchener handed over a piece of intelligence on the table. "It's too late. The Popovich government's troops are on the move. The 1st Brigade, known as the elite, has already moved to the border of Guanajuato State."

“I want you to go and take charge of Jalisco.”

Kennedy nodded. "Of course, no problem. As long as I'm alive, those bastards won't step into our territory."

The two people looked at each other.

Hold your hands tightly together.

At this time in the British Ministry of Defense.

After the Invincible fleet was attacked, chaos broke out inside, with calls flooding in to important departments.

Defense Minister Baron Dragovyi Geoffreyhar Reese sat in his seat with his brows furrowed and his hands crossed.

"Defense Minister, the call can't be connected." A secretary next to him said with a sad face.

"Go on, make sure you contact Victor for me!"

It's simply lawless. That's the British Empire!
The aircraft carrier is British territory. Attacking it wantonly, isn't that tantamount to waging war?
"Defense Minister, urgent call!"

A senior official rushed in from outside the door, with a look of panic on his face, "The Invincible has surrendered!"

"?????"

He didn't suppress his voice at all, and the officials who were busy in the office and outside immediately stopped their work.

Dragovyi Jeffreyha Reese stared, snatched the message from the other party's hand, glanced at it, and suddenly felt dizzy. He sat on the chair with his hands on his chest.

The secretary next to him ran over in a hurry, opened the drawer, took out a quick-acting heart pill and stuffed it into his pocket.

This old man from World War II almost died here.

"surrender…"

"Who allowed them to surrender?"

"They are discrediting the Royal Navy!"

After Dragovyi Jeffreyha Reese calmed down, he cursed with a trembling mouth, and his expression looked as if his father had died.

The senior official beside him stroked his chest and lowered his voice, "Minister of Defense, surrender is better than being sunk. We don't have the funds... to rebuild the navy. But if we surrender, we can negotiate with the Mexicans to redeem it."

"Our navy...only has two aircraft carriers left!"

This is a pathetic statement.

This once powerful maritime hegemon has now had to tighten its belt due to the economic situation. It costs a lot of money to operate an aircraft carrier. The annual fuel cost of an aircraft carrier can easily exceed 365 million US dollars, not including the fuel cost of fighter jets.

An aircraft carrier and its battle group generally have 5000 officers and soldiers, with an average annual cost of about $10 per person, totaling $5 million!
For example, the United States' Kennedy-class aircraft carrier will cost $50 billion over 140 years.

If inflation is taken into account, it would be even higher.

Although the Invincible is a "light aircraft carrier", it still costs money to build.

The parliamentarians refuse to approve the money!
The navy is going to eat dirt.

Wars are fought for money.

Defense Minister Dragovyi Jeffreyha Reese's hands trembled slightly and shook in mid-air, but finally fell down helplessly.

"Order the Prince to return and send a clear message to Mexico, asking them to guarantee the safety of our ships and personnel."

“There’s only so much that can be done.”

When the old man said this, it seemed as if all his strength was drained away, and the officials standing beside him were all depressed.

In just a few decades...

The British Navy has fallen to this point.

Really are…

Fuck!

……

(End of this chapter)