"Ahh

Originally, Gustaev's fingers had already hooked on the trigger, intending to kill everyone in the room suddenly, but it was different from what he thought.

It's all women!

Only then did he realize that the curtain he opened seemed to be white, not good, this is a field hospital? These people in front of you are all angels in white?

Even if the Soviet Union did not accede to the Geneva Conventions, as a soldier, there are still some guidelines to follow.

For example, do not attack hospitals.

Although the hospital is for the enemy, and the existence of the hospital will save more of the enemy's lives before they are put into the battlefield, but the respect for the angels in white knows no borders, nor does it distinguish between enemies and me.

For example, at the end of the battle, some prisoners will also receive treatment.

So, logically speaking, Gustaev could not attack these doctors, all the more so, as if they were resting, only in their pajamas.

Gustav knew he was in the wrong place, and he wanted to take a few steps back, but there was already footsteps behind him.

Not good, the Romanians are chasing!

"You can't run away, surrender!" At this moment, Hans, who was out of breath, finally chased after him, he hid behind the earthen wall outside, only a dozen meters away from the other party, as long as he pulled the trigger, he could kill the other party.

At the same time, the opponent is now facing away from him, and there is no need to worry that the opponent's machine gun will strafe him.

However, Hans was under more psychological pressure, and he also heard the voices of the women inside, and knew that there were all members of the medical team from Germany, and maybe Aunt Mia was inside.

If he pulls the trigger, he can't guarantee a shot to kill, and even if the other party pulls the trigger within a second or two before he dies, it will pose a threat to the people inside.

If you can't escape, surrender! Now Hans can only induce the other side to surrender.

However, when he heard the impure Russian behind him, Gustaev suddenly became ruthless, quickly turned around and went in, and shouted inside: "Stand together for me, don't shout, or I'll shoot!" ”

Gustaev doesn't worry about someone shooting behind him, they don't dare to shoot at him for fear of accidental injury, and now, Gustaev doesn't really want to hurt these people, he just uses these people.

The people outside will definitely come to the rescue, whoever dares to come in will kill whoever they want, and they will kill the enemy, not these angels in white.

Now, Gustaev's fierceness frightened the others, and they did not dare to speak anymore, trembling and following Gustaev's instructions, they hid in a corner.

They are medical teams, and they have been on the battlefield before, and even if there is the rumbling of artillery outside, they can safely operate on the wounded soldiers in the operating room.

However, now it is different, now they are directly pointed at gunpoint, and the fear in their hearts arises spontaneously, they are still women after all.

Mia's heart is at peace.

Unlike these women who have lived in a calm environment since childhood, Mia's life has never lacked waves, and when she dared to cross the ocean alone, Mia's heart has long been tempered to be extremely strong.

The medical staff around her are all in their twenties, and they grew up in an era when the empire has begun to expand to the outside world, and they have not experienced this now.

Mia crouched low, she knew that if someone outside wanted to shoot, it would definitely hit the other person's chest, and as long as she was lower, she might be able to avoid danger.

Then, she was shocked and heard a voice outside, and Mia immediately recognized that it was Hans!

She came here with a medical team, mainly to serve the 502nd Heavy Tank Battalion, in addition to Hans, there are some other people in need of care, and, before coming, Mia also received Hannah's sincere request to let Hans go to the battlefield less if possible.

When the results came, Hans fell and suffered a concussion in the brain, and it was really not suitable to go back immediately.

So, Mia planned to let Hans stay, but now it seems that Hans can't be idle at all, and actually runs out to ambush again.

Now what?

Mia couldn't shout, if she did, Hans would be more dangerous, and at the same time, the Russian who rushed in was obviously planning to take himself hostage.

What to do?

Mia's mind was spinning rapidly, and suddenly, she had an idea, she stood up slowly, her voice trembling: "Hey, you're bleeding from your calf, if you don't bandage it, you'll soon lose too much blood and fall unconscious." ”

Hung up the lottery yourself?

Just running all the way over, Gustaev didn't feel it, he thought he was fine, and now he looked down, and sure enough, blood was constantly flowing out of his calf.

Could it be that when he just broke in, he shot at the other party? Gustaev said nonchalantly: "It's okay, don't worry about it!" ”

"Now, your blood has flowed about five hundred milliliters, and the flow rate is fifty milliliters per second, so that in another five minutes at most, half of the blood in your body will be gone, and you will fall into a coma, are you really not going to bandage it?" Mia's voice trembled, as if she was afraid.

"It's strange that you're worried about an enemy like me? Wouldn't it be better if I was unconscious? Gustaev said, still carefully observing the outside, only occasionally turning his head to glance at it.

"I am only a doctor, and in my eyes, there are only patients, no enemies." Mia said, taking a few steps forward slowly, grabbing a medicine box at the head of the bed.

Gustaev frowned and tried to stop it, but the pain in his calf made him change his mind again, so he turned around and sat in the corner, holding a gun and pointing it at the rest of the women.

"If you dare to play any tricks, I'll have to pull the trigger." Gustaev said.

Gustaev didn't want to fall into a coma from blood loss prematurely, and now he could only risk letting the other party's doctors bandage him.

Mia did not speak, but walked over slowly, opened the medicine box, took out gauze from it, and bandaged Gustaev's leg, round and round.

Mia was bandaged carefully, and Gustaev felt that his wound was much better, and he squeezed two words out of his mouth: "Thank you!" ”

Then, he twisted the muzzle of the gun, and was about to continue to pass the gun down the doorway, and the moment he turned around, Mia's hand, intentionally or unintentionally, slashed his neck.