Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

In order to ensure sufficient firepower, Li Yunlong asked all the soldiers to replace them with light machine guns before setting off. Each of them had seven or eight magazines inserted in their bodies, and a few sweet potato mines used by little devils were hung on them.

This kind of firepower equipment is almost equivalent to a company of the Eighth Route Army.

Then a strange scene appeared in the hospital yard.

All the doctors and nurses who received the news were running back and forth, busy preparing to treat the wounded.

However, Qiao Lin, one of the parties involved, was surrounded by four sentries, and at the same time, four rifles were aimed at him.

And these four sentries were surrounded by thirteen soldiers, and thirteen light machine guns were aimed at them.

"who are you?"

This is what the sentinel asked Jorin.

"Put the gun down!"

This is what the soldiers warned the sentry.

The situation was a bit complicated. Although he was protected by a squad of soldiers, Qiao Lin felt that he was the most dangerous one.

"Uh... My point is, how about you all put your guns down and let me explain?"

To be honest, with Qiao Lin's skill, he could subdue the four sentries in the blink of an eye, but after thinking for a tenth of a second, he decided to deal with the matter peacefully.

After all, comrades sentinels are also loyal to their duties.

This was a good proposal. Under Qiao Lin's signal, the soldiers put down their guns first.

The four sentries looked at it, and they were all wearing the same military uniform, so they should not be the enemy, so they also put down their guns.

"Comrade, this is the case. We came from Boyang, hundreds of kilometers away. There were fifteen wounded people in this car. The injuries were very serious and urgently needed surgery. Time is life, so I didn't stop. I explained to you that I rushed in directly, I was wrong about this matter first, I apologize to you, and I hope you can understand my worry about the safety of my comrades-in-arms.”

Qiao Lin saluted the sentries and briefly explained.

"Speak slowly, I didn't understand, who are you?"

It may be that Qiao Lin's speech was too fast, and the sentries couldn't fully understand it for a while.

"I am a soldier in the Independent Regiment of the [-]th Brigade of the [-]th Division. I was also a patient in the hospital. I was just discharged from the hospital this morning. My name is Qiao Lin. Regarding my identity, you can ask Company Commander He Chuan and Deputy The commander-in-chief and the director of the hospital are all able to prove it for me."

Jorin decides to introduce himself first, because he feels like the Sentinel cares more about who he is.

"Oh, then why don't you stop for questioning?"

A sentry nodded and asked again.

Obviously, he really didn't understand Qiao Lin's previous explanation about driving into the hospital.

"That's right, we're from..."

Jolin was going to explain it again.

"Give it up!"

As soon as Qiao Lin opened his mouth, a group of female nurses ran over with a stretcher and knocked Qiao Lin aside.

Qiao Lin turned his head to see which nurse had bumped into him, it was a lot of strength.

But they were all wearing white gowns, and it was hard to tell who was who.

"Don't be dazed, come and help, and lift the wounded onto the stretcher."

A nurse climbed onto the carriage with some difficulty, just in time to see Qiao Lin standing below, as well as four sentries, and thirteen soldiers, and shouted at them directly.

"Oh oh oh."

Everyone rushed forward to help carry the wounded.

The questioning of Qiao Lin driving into the hospital at night ended here.

"What's going on these days, why are the wounded sent here so seriously?"

Seeing the condition of the wounded, the chief surgeon couldn't help but said.

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Hearing this, Qiao Lin couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Isn't this nonsense, if the injury is not serious, you still need to send it to the hospital?

Of course, he can only think about it in his heart, and dare not say it out of his mouth.

After a general inspection, the doctor quickly made a judgment that all of these wounded will undergo surgery.

This is a very normal situation. It is completely exaggerated to perform surgery on the wounded as soon as they are sent to the hospital, as in TV dramas.

Which part was injured?How is the injury?Is surgery required?

These all need to be checked to decide, and different injuries also require different doctors to deal with.

A broken leg needs to be treated by an orthopedic doctor. An internal medicine doctor may be able to cure it, but the effect is definitely not as good as that of a specialist doctor.

Moreover, surgery is a very rigorous job, and there is a lot of preparatory work that needs to be done. The situation of lifting the operating table and picking up the knife to cut can only exist in film and television dramas, and it is impossible to happen in reality.

Although the conditions of the Eighth Route Army were difficult and the supporting facilities in the hospitals were not complete, the quality of the doctors was still very high. No one would make fun of the lives of the wounded.

Moreover, the situation of the wounded this time is different from that of the cavalry company.

The cavalry company was ambushed by the wellside regiment, and they fought a breakout battle. Once they rushed into the enemy group, they never fired a gun. They used all knives, so the soldiers suffered all knife wounds.

No matter how serious the wound is, as long as the internal organs are not injured, it will not be life-threatening, and it is more convenient to deal with.

But this time in Boyang, the fight with the Ono United was a positional offensive and defensive battle. Before the two sides got entangled and started hand-to-hand combat, they used guns.

Although bullets are small in size, they have strong penetrating power, and metal objects can easily cause infection after entering the human body, so gunshot wounds are more serious than knife wounds.

Among the wounded soldiers of the independent regiment, many of them were injured when they fought the little devil with a bayonet, but the fifteen wounded that Qiao Lin sent to the headquarters hospital were all gunshot wounds without exception.

There are three operating rooms in the hospital, but they are not very large and can only accommodate two beds at most. That is to say, the headquarters hospital can only perform six operations at the same time.

However, each of the fifteen wounded is in serious condition. Six of them will undergo surgery first, and the remaining nine will have to wait. Their condition is deteriorating every second, and they simply cannot afford to wait.

The fact that Qiao Lin drove into the hospital at night alarmed the dean.

After rushing over, he recognized Qiao Lin at a glance, asked about the situation in a few words, and immediately made a decision to move the operating room to the conference room and perform operations on fifteen wounded patients at the same time.

Clean up tables and chairs, arrange beds, pull up as many lights as possible, and spray alcohol to disinfect. ． ．

Soon, hospital conference rooms were transformed into large makeshift operating rooms.

The wounded were transferred to the hospital bed one by one, and the doctors and nurses began to get busy, conducting the final postoperative examination.

Qiao Lin and the others, who were irrelevant, were all kicked out.

The sentry had to go back and continue to stand guard, so only Qiao Lin and the soldiers of that class were left outside the meeting room.

After being busy for a long time, all I did was physical work, and now I finally have time to catch my breath.

Everyone sat on the floor in the corridor, with their backs leaning against the wall, wiping away their sweat.

Qiao Lin is okay, after all, his physical fitness is there, but other fighters are different.

They received an order to assemble urgently early yesterday morning, and then marched all the way to Boyang, and immediately went into battle after entering the city.

After the battle, he was busy with the follow-up finishing work, and then followed Qiao Lin to escort the wounded back to the headquarters.

Up to now, for two whole days and one night, they have not had a serious rest.

Now sitting down suddenly, the tense strings are also relaxed, and all the strength in the whole body seems to be drained in an instant, and it looks a little sluggish.

No one spoke, I didn't know what to say, and I was too tired to speak.

And the soldiers all have the same feature, their arms resting on their knees are constantly trembling.

This is not due to tension, but a muscular response.

From Boyang to the headquarters, it took nearly seven hours all the way, and the soldiers were in the carriages all the way.

The soldiers never got out of the car except for two stopovers to refuel.

In order to keep their bodies stable, they all grasped the railings of the car with both hands, and they had to use force, otherwise they might fall over a bump.

Just imagine, if you maintain a vigorous posture for a long time, the feeling of suddenly relaxing will not be much easier.

"You are all exhausted. You have worked hard for the past two days."

Qiao Lin turned his head and looked at the soldiers sitting in a row in the corridor, feeling sorry for them suddenly, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tore them open, and handed them one by one: "Come on, smoke a cigarette to relieve fatigue."

Those who knew how to smoke reached out to take it, and those who couldn't smoke waved their hands to refuse, but Qiao Lin still forced it to them: "After two puffs, you won't be tired."

It's not that Qiao Lin instigated the soldiers to smoke. If conditions permit, he would rather treat everyone to a cup of tea and some fruit, but now, apart from this pack of cigarettes, he has nothing else to offer.

Although smoking is detrimental to health, it is undeniable that it is a social artifact.

Men, especially when a group of men they are not very familiar with, smoking and drinking can always quickly open up the topic.

It's like when women who don't know each other are shopping for beauty, they can always get together quickly because of a piece of clothing and a lipstick.

The lingering smoke, the flickering fire, and the coughing of the soldier who smoked for the first time, it seems that the physical fatigue has really eased a lot, and the quiet scene before has also been broken.

"Joe..."

The soldier sitting next to Qiao Lin spoke first, but couldn't continue after opening his mouth.

The soldiers all knew what Qiao Lin's name was, but it was impolite to call him by his first name. Call him chief, he is just a guard, and it would be awkward to call him an instructor.

"I'm 23. If I'm younger than me, I'll call it Brother, and if I'm older, I'll call it Brother."

Qiao Lin guessed his embarrassment, and said proactively.

"Brother Joe."

"Brother Joe."

. . . . . .

The soldiers shouted one after another.

There are thirteen fighters in a squad, and they are all younger than Qiao Lin.

When Qiao Lin was in front of Li Yunlong or Brigadier Chen, he always felt that he was still a young man, because they were all older than him.

But in front of these fighters, for the first time, he had the idea of ​​whether he was old.

"Brother Qiao, do you think the brother inside is okay?"