The doctor, who had been stained red with blood, was in an "operating room" surrounded by a white cloth, tending to the wounded on the board.

Yes, on the board! The wounded lay there as if they were fish, slaughtered by others.

The doctor didn't have time to change his gloves, and after glancing at the wounded who had been transported in, he pressed a hacksaw in his hand and nodded.

"Anesthesia!" After he had said a word, he turned around and handed the hacksaw to one of his female assistants, and then took another one from the female assistant's hand.

Although the hacksaw was washed, there were still obvious residual blood stains in the non-slip lines on the handle.

Anyway, I don't pay attention to these here, but the speed of the operation. He didn't plan to save the soldiers completely, because many of the soldiers sent to him were already incomplete.

"That's it! Already anesthetized! The assistant threw morphine into the wounded man's body and shouted loudly within a few seconds.

The amputee began to press the wounded man's parts that had been damaged by bullets and began to cut them little by little with a saw.

His methods were very rude, and the wounded immediately let out a scream like killing a pig. The anesthesia may not have worked yet, or the pain simply cannot be ignored.

A wisp of blood splattered onto the white cloth that surrounded the walls of the operating room, leaving a bloody arrow on it.

The blood sprayed on the white cloth did not clot immediately, but began to flow downward by gravity. Then the blood coagulated on the blood that had long dried up below, and stopped falling.

"Ahh The screams continued, and the wounded on the board screamed heartbreakingly. His thighs were being sawed off one by one, and the pain and despair were palpable.

Despite his desperate struggles, the two soldiers who helped pressed him with all their strength to keep him from moving.

In the same way, despite the screams of the wounded, despite his struggle, the saw in the doctor's hand did not pause for a moment.

Again and again, he was still cutting back and forth, until his saw blade had severed the bones, sawing off his knees and some of his thigh bones, as well as the flesh around them.

When the bloody piece of flesh was sawed off, the doctor threw it into the basin at his feet, and it was already full of human hands or arms, legs and feet......

"Bandage him! Be careful not to get infected! Penicillin is running out, save some to come! The doctor handed the saw to the female nurse behind him and spoke.

The nurses who were waiting next to them began to bandage the wounded on the board.

Time waits for no one, there are still a lot of people waiting for amputation outside, of course, we can't waste a little time.

Of course, such a one-handed bandaging will naturally touch the wound more, and the wounded will naturally feel even worse......

"Ahh Listening to the screams in the operating room, the German wounded lying around were so accustomed that they didn't even blink their eyes.

They are still reading the outdated newspapers when they should be reading the newspapers, and those who are writing letters continue to write letters to their families. There were also some wounded people with wounds in their arms, who were gathering and chatting.

When a boring war is boring, you always have to find something interesting for yourself to do. Especially after the injury, rest and entertainment are even more reasonable.

"If you have minor injuries to your limbs, you can be allowed to visit relatives! However, there are only 2 months, and you must go back to the corresponding barracks in the rear to report for duty. "In a huge abandoned factory converted field hospital, a former office became the officer's headquarters here.

An officer in charge of the deployment of the wounded looked at the statistical table, casually flipped through his mouth and said, "The number of places is limited...... Let's draw it at random! ”

"Forty-four killed! Today's number is 3 more! The officer standing next to him said with some embarrassment.

More and more wounded people are being housed here, and more and more people are dying. They are here to manage these wounded, and there is a real feeling of powerlessness that is emaciated.

"The new batch of medals, is it possible to issue them?" The head officer asked his subordinates that this was also one of their jobs.

The distribution of medals for war wounds is a very important thing, and soldiers who are wounded need to be rewarded, and this medal is a proof of honor.

The distribution of medals for war wounded to soldiers is tantamount to acknowledging that they were wounded in battle for their bravery in battle, and that it is a recognition of their efforts.

"I just sent a total of 400 pieces, after all, I still have to give away other things, and that's all I have to give us." The officer's men quickly replied.

"400 medals are obviously not enough, and if we count the tents outside, we have almost 1,000 wounded here...... There are still 17 in the last batch, and I have a record here. Glancing at his superior, the officer continued.

After all, this kind of thing also needs to be processed, although the medal for war wounded is not made of precious metal, but only cast iron.

In addition, because it is produced in large quantities, the stamping process is used, and it is very easy to manufacture.

But this kind of medal is still very exquisite, after all, it is a medal, and it is impossible to deal with it too much. Every medal for war wounded is registered, and wounded veterans are generally rewarded.

Despite the simplicity of manufacturing, the medals are still in short supply. Because there are so many injured people, there are more than you can imagine.

Moreover, among the materials sent to the front, medicines, food, and ammunition are all more important than medals, and even if enough medals are produced in the rear, they cannot all be transported to the front line for distribution.

Therefore, although Germany has many medals, the number of shipments to the front is not very large. Many of the medals are mailed directly to the homes of service members, and they are distributed to the person.

"The ones who owe the wounded are sent first, and then the rest are distributed to this batch, and those who can't go home to visit relatives and take leave!" After weighing the pros and cons, the chief gave his own order.

The wounded who are eligible and have the opportunity to go home for vacation can receive the War Wounded Medal after returning home, without wasting valuable transportation capacity on the battlefield.

And it's also a balance - those who go home don't have medals, and those who have medals can't go home, which is very fair, isn't it?

"Where's the train schedule?" After rummaging through the documents in front of him and glancing at the time on them, the commander here spoke: "Tomorrow there is a group of wounded who can go back to Poland, you can deploy it!" ”

"Okay! I'll try to get the wounded back as much as I can! The officer quickly agreed, "Is there anything else you need to order?" ”

"Get me some tea...... Nothing else. The officer spoke. Outside the door, the screams of the wounded still rose one after another, showing no sign of stopping.