"Batchell, Batchel, how are you?"

Seeing those people go out, Li Yu took two deep breaths, and the tension in his body that seemed to be about to burst out and kill slowly dissipated, but he looked at the old pastor Batcher who was still paralyzed on the ground, and hurriedly strode over and said urgently: "Are you okay?" Can you hear me? ”

When Li Yu came to his senses before, he saw the fat man fiercely use the butt of his gun to give Old Pastor Batcher a hard blow on his head. The solid log butt, even if it is a young and strong regular army's tragic bayonet, is a major killing weapon second only to the bayonet, not to mention that the top of an old man's head is directly hit like this, plus those few blows on the chest and shoulder, it is simply a life!

Just looking at the blood that was still bubbling on the top of Old Pastor Bachel's head, not only did he make his whole face, but even the gray hair looked like it had been infected with a strange blood red. And his whole body was trembling slightly, and his lips trembled and he wanted to say something, but there was no sound.

"Damn, it's a bad situation."

Li Yu's brows furrowed, and he gently picked up the old pastor Batchel, the old man's body did not weigh much in his arms, like a piece of rotten wood. Li Yu carefully placed him on the pile of straw, but seeing that the wound on his forehead was still bleeding, the memory of being seriously injured by the butt of the gun instantly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help muttering: "The skull is shattered, it should be accompanied by a concussion, but if the bleeding is not stopped in time, I am afraid it will cause hemorrhagic shock." ”

Without continuing to think about it, Li Yu certainly knew how fatal hemorrhagic shock could be for an old man, and an old man who was about to take a train to Siberia! Even if you can't die for a while, you have to die on the road in the face of the train journey from Ukraine to Siberia for about a month.

Immediately, Li Yu took off the coarse cloth shirt on his body directly, but looking at the dirty fabric and the worrying hygiene situation in the room, he couldn't help frowning tightly, such a dirty environment, there is not even water to wash the wound, even if the bleeding is stopped, I am afraid that there will be wound infection.

Like history books and memories in his mind, Li Yuke quite understands that this is just 1932, more than ten years later, it can be called a living person, penicillin, which really left a brilliant mark in the history of medicine, has not yet been invented, for today's patients, such a poor sanitary environment, even if they did not die at that time, then the complications caused by subsequent infection are quite common!

"Damn it! Hit it so hard! ”

Clenching his teeth, Li Yu couldn't help but clench his fists, but he still wrapped two layers of old pastor Batchell's head with the torn strip of cloth. Wiped the blood stains on Bachell's face, Li Yu thought about what the three Soviet soldiers had done, and his heart was like a fire burning, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth and say angrily: "How can this be the people's troops?!" ”

The education he received, the things he knew, and the memories in his head all told him that the red army belonged to the people's soldiers. No matter what kind of disaster, no matter what kind of conflict, even if they risk their lives, they are the first to rush forward, and only the army with the red five stars on its head gritted its teeth and defended the people with their lives, and defended the honor and name of the People's Liberation Army.

There is no other army in the world that can rush forward and use its own body as a line of defense in a disaster for the safety and property of the civilian population as a regular army. And Li Yu walked out of that unit, of course, he understood that the slogans he shouted and the ideas he instilled on weekdays would be realized in front of the people.

"But how could this happen to the Soviet Red Army? How could the Soviet Red Army, under the leadership of Lenin, make a move on its own people?! ”

Li Yu carefully let the old pastor Batcher lie on the soft straw pile, and then put his shirt over him, although it couldn't hide much of the cold, at least it could be a little warmer. However, Li Yu looked at the dilapidated rooms around him, as well as the shivers that appeared from time to time in the old pastor Batcher, which made him frown, sat beside him in a daze, and shook his head a little unacceptably: "Even if it is the Soviet Red Army, isn't it also the people's army?" ”

He could not connect with the Red Army unit in his impression of the figure of the People's Liberation Army, but the Soviet Red Army, which had shocked most of the world, was also the people's army. Li Yu still remembers that in the Nolibel nuclear power plant leakage accident, the Soviet Red Army sacrificed its life and forgot to die to save it, so that the continuous leakage was blocked by life as a dike.

But only two hours after coming to the world in 1932, Li Yu suddenly found that the Red Army spirit in his impression was not the slightest, but there was an absolutely disgusting ruffian! If there were such ruffians in the PLA who bullied the people in the previous life, I am afraid that they would be kicked out of the army directly, and even go to a military court!

"The Soviet Red Army, of course, is the people's army!"

A voice appeared outside the door, and with the sound of the keys "clanging", a tall, thin man slowly pushed open the tattered door and entered, although he was also wearing a Soviet military uniform, but he looked as tall as a Siberian birch tree. Glancing at the situation in the house with a flat face, when he saw the old pastor Batchell lying on the straw pile covered in blood, a pair of brows instantly wrinkled on his emaciated cheeks, and he couldn't help but turn his head and ask, "What's going on?" ”

A soldier in a Soviet military uniform immediately turned behind him, glanced at the tragic situation of the old pastor Batchel, and Li Yu, who was sitting next to him and was also watching him, couldn't help swallowing and spitting, and said in a trembling voice: "Comrade Urletov, I don't know much about all this. ”

Li Yu also looked at the soldier, although the red five stars on the cotton hat on his head were still familiar and dazzling, but looking at the flattery hidden on the soldier's face, he couldn't help but frown slowly, which made him feel that he had tarnished what the red five stars represented, whether it was spirit or symbolism.

However, he turned his head to look at the tall thin man called Ulletov, but he was slowly stunned, and the standing and tall body reminded Li Yu of a real soldier, strict self-discipline and discipline. And even the face with a straight face made his mind recall the instructor in his company who was always the same with a straight face.

"At such a serious time, please call me Comrade Political Commissar."

Slowly frowning, Ulletov looked at the somewhat frightened soldier, but the fat figure couldn't help but appear in his mind. Gritting his teeth slightly, he turned his head to look at the old priest Batcher lying on the straw pile, his heart was filled with anger, he couldn't help but reach out and grab the soldier's neckline and pull it fiercely, and asked angrily and loudly: "But... As a member of the patrol, why don't you understand? Why don't you know that an old man was beaten so miserably? ”

He grabbed the soldier's collar heavily, ignored his subconscious struggle, just dragged him to his eyes, gritted his teeth and stared at his eyes angrily, and then pushed him to the door behind him, and asked angrily: "Comrade, please tell me now, why is this happening?!" ”

"Politics... Comrade Commissar ... I really don't understand..."

The soldier took a half step back tremblingly, looked at Ulletov's angry eyes, and couldn't help but reach out and hold on to the door frame next to him so that he wouldn't fall to the ground in fright, but his heart was beating rapidly, and he began to reply incoherently: "I... During this time... During this time... I'm not in charge of this street..."

"So, comrade, I wonder what you know? What don't you know? ”

Commissar Ulletov gritted his teeth, he tried to calm down his anger, but when his eyes swept over the old pastor Batchel, the anger in his heart rose more and more: "Could it be that your head has been corrupted by the ideas of imperialism and capitalism?!" ”

The soldier just held on to the door frame behind him, and in the face of such an angry side of the commissar, his heart was simply terrified. It's just that as a junior soldier in charge of the security of the town, he is not even in the establishment of the Soviet Ukrainian Front, but in the face of the current political commissar Urletov, he can only explain in a panic, but he can't say anything specific, and he also understands in his heart that he will never dare to say the name of that person.

"The fat man did it, maybe you know him."

A flat voice came from the side, and the soldier's body trembled instantly, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the figure sitting on the straw pile, but his forehead was already covered with cold sweat. And Li Yu didn't seem to see it, but just stood up slowly, looked at the Ulletov and sighed: "Comrade Political Commissar, if you can, please let this old man go to the hospital for treatment." ”

Ulletov frowned slightly, his fists were already clenched, and even a flame had risen in his angry eyes, he gritted his teeth and said quickly to the soldier next to him: "What are you still stupid for?" Go and call someone to come over with a stretcher and send this old man to the hospital for rescue! ”

Taking a deep breath, Commissar Ulletov stood in place, he watched the soldiers who had given him a military salute stumbling towards the hospital, and couldn't help but clench his fists tightly, but after remembering the figure of the fat man in his heart, he couldn't help but whisper angrily at the person's name: "Maiup! ”