General first-aid medicine is still sufficient.

As for hemorrhage, shock, etc., it is also rare material in ordinary times - such wounded are almost non-existent in the Elta Army, and there are quite a few in the magic spear team on the opposite side.

And it's no wonder. The soldiers of the Elta Army were basically slightly wounded, and after a little bandaging by the front-line military doctors, they could ensure that they did not get out of the line of fire or return on their own, so that more of them were killed in serious wounds.

"Drip, drip, drip...... Drop-"

Just after Zhao Lei had repaired the abdominal cavity of the Elta Army soldier, the rapid dripping sound that could be heard from several stations gradually turned into a long roar - needless to say, this sound announced the end of the life of a prisoner of the magic spear team.

"How? What went wrong? Zhao Lei took off his latex gloves and walked calmly to ask his other group of dejected students about the situation.

"Didn't save it, died." Tiral, who was presiding over the operation, drooped his head. After all, the doctor is benevolent, whether it is the enemy or his own people, the regret for the loss of life and the guilt for not saving the life are major tortures to the doctor's conscience.

"Failed general anesthesia surgery?" Zhao Lei didn't ask about the situation, and flipped through the medical records alone. "Liver rupture, pancreatic gland injury, gastric perforation, duodenal perforation, diaphragm rupture, bilateral hemopneumothorax, hemorrhagic shock...... Hey, come on, you're really going to have a hard and difficult life. ”

"It's too hard." Tears rolled in Tiral's eyes. "Half an hour has passed from admission to delivery. His vitality is very tenacious, but ......"

Zhao Lei put down the medical record and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be discouraged, it's as difficult as us." Gather your emotions and go for the next surgery. It's not your fault, it's too hard to handle this kind of wounded at your current level. ”

“…… Okay, Mr. Zhao. ”

Abdominal repair of crickets is not difficult for Zhao Lei, a graduate of a famous medical university in China and a surgeon in a large military hospital for about 10 years -- it took him more than 15 minutes to complete the operation perfectly.

Taking out a new pair of latex gloves, he rubbed his somewhat sour eyes and began to walk to the next operating table.

"Symptoms?"

"The penetrating injury of the intermediate power bullet, the heart rate is 104, the blood pressure is 110/85, and the patient has difficulty breathing!"

"What about the X-rays?"

"Hemothorax on the left side, normal on the right side."

"Anything else?"

"The patient's ballistics have been checked with the index finger, not through the heart and arteries!"

"Countermeasures?"

"Drainage has begun, and surgery will start after the drainage is completed!"

"Very good, Japimenskin, you are good enough to handle such a normal surgical operation. But don't be proud, Tyral's side has just gone through a big challenge, and you need to be prepared to accept setbacks like him. Be very careful with every knife you make, and remember what you're doing. ”

Behind Zhao Lei, several nurses were walking next to the operating table that had just announced the failure of the operation. They quickly changed the body and the sheets onto the stretcher and carried it away silently - a scene that has happened so many times today that even the most sensitive girl has become numb to it.

One of the nurses, obviously wearing a different armband, watched as the nurse safely sent the medical equipment and stretcher out of the tent before walking towards Zhao Lei.

"Commander Wang asked me to ask, do you have any missing items and equipment here, and the rear will be sent over by plane immediately, just this time."

"No," Zhao Lei pretended to stretch easily. "The field hospital of three regiments serves people who are less than two regiments, and if that is not enough, it will be hell. However, there is a shortage of talent. ”

After saying this, Zhao Lei pointed in the direction of the tent door again. "If I had just brought a few medical students, I might have been able to get this captive back."

"Complaining about the lack of education of novices? That's right, they are not as good as the finished products of compulsory education in our country. But what can be taught in half a year? The head nurse pointed to Japimenskin, who was draining blood qi and lungs, "You have to think about it, even if you teach for half a year, it is enough to be able to teach people who are competent in general surgery." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm thinking too much." Zhao Lei saw a new wounded person brought in from outside the tent, so he walked straight to the operating table and stopped chatting with the head nurse.

"The Elta people are really good." In front of Zhao Lei was another bayonet wound inserted into the arm - the wound was in the shape of a long strip, and the arteries and veins were not severed, and the bleeding was stopped by the pressure of the muscles themselves, and there was not much danger except for the possibility of infection. As for the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle introduced by the Elta Army, the bayonet was issued, and when it penetrated the muscle tissue, it could not be healed by the pressure of the muscle itself. If it is poked into the abdominal cavity, it will lead to a sharp loss of pressure in the cavity, and it is not unreasonable for this thing and the pipe fork and bicycle chain to be called the "Three Great Artifacts of the Buzzing Imperial Capital Martial Arts". As for the Elta sword, it can only be said to be a "perfect restoration" of the sword's proper form, and it has the function of chopping. To talk about assassination, it is still a little naïve.

"Doctor, what are you talking about?" The wounded Elta Army soldier was still very sober, with a look on his face that Lao Tzu was injured and slightly injured, and he couldn't get out of the line of fire, and he was completely ordered to be carried back by the platoon commander, otherwise I would still be able to fight ten by myself. "Chinese is not very good, I don't understand it very well."

"It's nothing, he's thinking about what anesthetic is appropriate for you." The nurse who passed by calmly helped Zhao Lei translate in Elta.

"Doctor, I don't want anesthesia, I'm not afraid of death, I'm still afraid of pain?"

Zhao Lei didn't speak, he picked up an anesthetic needle, wiped the vein with alcohol a little, and then pushed the anesthetic in. "You're not afraid of pain? I'm afraid you'll scream. Everyone screamed like killing pigs, and the sky shook the sky! Zhao Lei muttered and took out a scalpel and disinfectant, "Wait, it'll be over in a while!" ”

Outside the field hospital, Sanqiao Town was full of soldiers and anti-chemical soldiers who had not yet relaxed their vigilance. Loudspeakers throughout the east of the town played the slogan "Paedan is dead, surrender and not kill", and the anti-chemical warfare troops, armed with flamethrowers and submachine guns, went from house to house searching for soldiers and remnants of the enemy. As for the corpses, these soldiers of the Magic Spear Team, who had no one to collect and did not know who to give the urn to, had to take the successful experience of the previous two Elta defensive battles and cremate them en masse. As for the monument or something, it is enough to pour a pillar of cement.

As for the martyrs, the treatment is very different. It is true that the head nurse said that the helicopter would deliver all kinds of equipment and medicines needed by the front line, but more importantly, the coffins filled with dry ice would be towed back. This is the tradition that the Elta Army has not forgotten since its founding - never leaving a brother behind, and even if they die, they must be brought home.

As for such a glorious figure as Private Rignetans, it is rather sad from this point of view. He didn't even leave a single bone when he sounded the glorious thunder, and if it weren't for the record of the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft in the air, his name would probably appear in the "missing" column.

So what to do? It's okay. On the straight eighteen, which was taking off, there were several coffins whose owners were the same as those of Rignetans. There were no bodies in them, just a photograph, their personal belongings, a brand new uniform, boots and combat gear, a five-and-a-half and a half of the most familiar Elta army and an uncharged Type 82 grenade.

The impact of the glass coffin with no bones on the lid will be even more felt - not only do they not even want their lives for the sake of their people, but they also do not even have to regret the broken bones. Such an example is efficient and straightforward as a catalyst. As for statues and roads and even town renaming? There will be later.

Three Bridges will then be the forward base for attacking Garcia, but before that, Garcia has a figure in Garcia that makes Elta, no, very interesting to both the Red Dragons and Mendong City, who may be able to change the course of the situation.

Before he makes a decision, the Elta Army will still lick his wounds and prepare for battle while Mitsuhashi calmly observes the situation. As for how he decides? Elena, who is riding her horse in the mountains north of Garcia, is naturally the safest option one, but this does not mean that there are no options two and three.

In a small farmhouse on the road west of Garcia leading to the town of Three Bridges, the door creaked open, and the dimly lit room suddenly became bright.

"Untie the rope for him, oh no, take off the blindfold and rags first."

The one in the corner who was tied hand and foot, gagged with rags, and blindfolded, was naturally the messenger sent by Paedan to report on the situation of the assistant troops of the Ofeymondridge Magic Spear Team.

"You ...... What do you want to do? ”

"I don't think about it, please send a letter to your immediate boss. Also, your chief Bodan is finished, please bring his body back, that's all. ”

"Lord Padan, he'......," the messenger's pale face was filled with horror. The town of Three Bridges is lost, isn't it? ”

"Bodin shot him in the mouth with his rifle, or we wouldn't have wanted to kill him." Under the backlight, people spread their hands. "As for Twin Bridges, the people of Elta have just taken back their own things, so why should they say that they are lost?"

The messenger was speechless for a moment.

"Alright, stop talking nonsense. Either you're here and you're going to lose your life, or you're going to ride back to Garcia on horseback to deliver a letter and find a way to slip away and run for your life, choose one. ”

"I'll send it, I'll send it......" The messenger was covered in cold sweat, and his nod was like pounding garlic.

"The envelope is on the horse outside, and the coffin in the carriage has been secured for you, and inside is your Lord Padan. I suggest you don't take it apart before you enter the city, because it's none of our business when it stinks. ”

As soon as the messenger grasped the reins, he immediately flew as if he were fleeing for his life—nay, even as if he were fleeing for his life, leaving behind a cloud of smoke and dust.

"A person's destiny naturally depends on his own struggle. But it also depends on the itinerary of history...... Now it's up to him to keep up with the wheel of history. ”

The man with his back to the setting sun, facing the smoke and the night, muttered to himself.