The war has already cost the Soviets too many soldiers, and the wounded here are only a fraction of them.

Moreover, the war is far from over, and it may not even reach the climax!

"Go and collect the wounded! Send them here! With a shout to his soldiers, the old commander took the lead and picked up a stretcher and walked in the direction where the black smoke was emitting.

Not all of the wounded were able to be treated, and not all of them were unable to walk back on their own.

Between the front and the rear, there were many intermediate strips for the temporary placement of wounded soldiers, and it was common practice in the Soviets to drop the wounded somewhere, then insert a sapper shovel, and then fasten the steel helmets of the wounded to the shovel - like a grave.

Everyone didn't talk much, just looked for soldiers who could still be treated from the bloody front-line wounded piles.

The soldiers dragged the stretcher deep and shallow, step by step, stepping forward the bodies of the Soviet army and civilians who were already cold.

Soon, they saw a wounded soldier lying on the ground, spitting blood, and pleading in an indistinct voice: "Help me, please save me." ”

"Hey! There's a living man here. The soldier who heard the shouting called out to his companion in panic, and then the two men ran over to help.

But obviously not every living person can be saved, looking at the soldier in front of him who called for help, everyone closed their mouths.

One of the wounded soldier's legs was gone, and it looked like it had been broken by a large-caliber bullet. His blood was flowing everywhere, and it was clear that he was no longer good.

Even if such a wounded person is carried back to the hospital in the rear, he will only wait for death. The Soviets did not have the medicine and energy to treat such a wounded, which would have left him to fend for himself.

Ruthlessly, leaving the poor wounded behind, the Soviet soldiers who came to help continued to stagger forward, and on the way they passed a place like a mass grave, and everyone almost vomited when they looked at the decomposing corpses.

It's already June, and the decomposition of the corpse is a matter of course. In order not to turn Moscow into a great plague field, the corpses must be disposed of in time.

The Soviets did not have time to bury the bodies, so they had to pile them up here and sign warning signs prohibiting people from approaching them any further.

Not far from the hoarding of corpses, the front line, the people who came to help quickly found some soldiers with wounds in the shoulders and ribs, and put these lucky guys on stretchers and sent them back.

In the process of putting the wounded on the stretcher, the wounded soldier lying not far away covered in blood let out a wail: "Help! Help me! Mom! Take me out of here! Please! Take us away! ”

There were so many wounded that many could still be saved. Some of the wounded in the leg could not go with them, but they were able to leave with some of the slightly wounded in the arm.

Ignoring the cries of the wounded, the Soviet soldiers who came to help carry the wounded, led by the commander, returned to the direction of the hospital.

On the way back, everyone saw the wounded soldier who had lost a leg, he was lying there motionless, the blood under his body had solidified in the dirt, and the desperate sadness in his eyes made people suddenly want to cry.

You don't have to look to know he's dead, and what is already dead can't die anymore. There was no way to rescue the bleeding because the Soviet Union lacked enough plasma for salvage.

Back at the hospital, a medician with a tired expression came to the stretchers that had been carried back. He looked at one of the wounded men, and then motioned for the casualty to be carried inside.

Then he walked over to the other wounded, examined the other's wounds, and then shook his head and ordered, "Put him in the waiting area over there!" ”

The waiting area is almost the abandoned treatment area, and when you enter it, no one cares about it, so you can only lie on the ground and wait for death.

Looking at the third wounded, the medic reached out and ripped off the clothes of the other man's guns, and a stream of blood flowed out of the area where it was almost scabbed.

"Ahh The wounded soldier let out a heart-rending scream, and immediately blood flowed like a torrent, splashing the face of the soldier carrying the stretcher next to him.

The medician didn't look at the wounded soldier, stared at the soldier carrying the stretcher and said, "Help plug the hole with your fingers!" Wait for the two bandage men over there to come over, and you can go. ”

Hearing that he was going to plug the hole that had been pierced by the bullet with his own finger, the soldier carrying the stretcher swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then stiffened his head and really pressed his finger on the wound.

"Ahh The wounded in unbearable pain continued to let out screams like killing pigs, and everyone turned pale when they heard it.

"Is there anything better to do?" Looking at the wounded's painful expressions, a Soviet platoon commander who came to help asked, he didn't want to be carried here and treated like this after being injured.

"Comrade! I haven't slept for a day and have dealt with more than a hundred wounded! If I had followed each one of the medical procedures carefully, I would have been able to save about 10 people a day! The medic had bloodshot eyes, ignored the platoon commander, and walked to another stretcher in the distance.

"If you can come to help, just do what I say, there are not many people who can be saved, and you are delaying their time by doing this." Halfway through, the medic turned sideways and added another sentence.

Stretchers were placed on the ground one by one, some of them already stained red with blood. The wounded were lying on stretchers, waiting for the medic in front of them to tell them what would happen to them.

The elderly officer at the head snorted coldly and said to his men, "You know now, right? This is war! It's not easy to survive. ”

All the soldiers who heard this did not look good, most of them had never been on the battlefield, but they were already frightened by the sight before them.

The soldier on the stretcher gasped in pain, moaned loudly, looked at the comrade who had inserted his thumb into the bleeding wound, and said weakly and stammeringly: "Thank you...... Thank you. ”

No one wants to be such a casualty, and everyone knows that once they are injured, in such a harsh environment, it is almost equivalent to death.

A shot in the head after being shot may be a more comfortable way to die - but even if you know you can't escape a dead word, few people still have the courage to commit suicide.

In the evening, the soldiers of the 20th Guards Infantry Division returned to their barracks, and tomorrow morning, they were going to the front line to face the fierce attack of the Germans, to experience the terrible hellish war.

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In the 9th shift, the dragon spirit was about to rest, and he couldn't complete the 10th shift...... Let's make up the tenth watch tomorrow!