"Bang! Bang!"

Just as Salinger had done all this, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

"Dean, the commander-in-chief asked you to go to the headquarters." The deputy pushed the door open and spoke to Salinger.

"I see, you go out first." Salinger waved his hand and spoke.

"Yes."

What is it called? It's called drowsiness and comes to the pillow. Originally, he wanted to find some reason to meet Mountbatten, but now that he has taken the initiative, he saves himself from wasting his brain cells to think of reasons.

Taking off his blood-stained white coat, Salinger shook his head, if he hadn't been waiting for orders all the time, he wouldn't have wanted to pick up the scalpel. If the wounded soldiers waiting for rescue were Chinese soldiers, then he would be duty-bound.

Although he has a white face, he is still concerned about China. This is the nature of the cyborgs at the Red Alert base, which side the commander is on, and which side they will be fully loyal to. There is no reason, everything is natural.

Salinger, who was in his forties, became the director of the British field hospital and rose to the rank of major general. Although he was not the commander in charge of the combat unit, whether it was the commander of the Allied division or the army commander, he was very polite to him.

Whoever calls him the director of the field hospital will inevitably have something that needs to be taken care of by him. Therefore, he still eats very well here, and others will not look down on him because he is the commander of a non-combat unit, but will deliberately befriend him.

Coupled with his good conversation, this also gave him a good network of interpersonal relationships in the Allied system in Southeast Asia. This is much better than going to the army to be a military commander.

In fact, there are no regulations in the current Allied field hospitals. There must be a military member who serves as the dean. It's just that this position was won by himself, in order to prevent future encounters with the Chinese army. Many spies, including Salinger, did not choose combat units. Spies like Ingibold are only a handful of spies.

If Salinger had to choose, he would not have chosen to be the director of a field hospital, and there was no way to do it. The best department was the General Staff, but since joining the British Army, he has been assigned to work in the medical corps. And although he is a high-level spy, he doesn't know everything, and medicine is an aspect he knows better. So. He just went further and further in the medical team. Finally got to where we are now.

Change that surgical suit into a military uniform, take the plastic box, and turn on the switch. Salinger checked himself and found that everything was in order. He walked towards the headquarters.

Here and the command did not figure it out. To go to the headquarters. Also walk the street on the ground. It's night, China has stopped bombing here, and security has returned to above.

Accompanied by guards. Treading a path that was urgently cleared. Looking at the ruins on both sides, as well as the soldiers who were cleaning up the corpses, and at the far end of the path, you can still see stumps and broken arms from time to time.

Salinger had seen such a scene for the first time, and he had not been out since China launched a rocket attack on the Allied defenses. When he came to England, he also worked as a battlefield doctor, and he had never seen such a scene.

If you really stand from the perspective of the Allies, it can be described as shocking. But if you stand on the side of China, you can only say that this is war.

At this time, even Salinger, who often dealt with blood and wounds, felt that such deaths and injuries were a bit miserable. However, he didn't think much about it, and his position was different, and he had already decided that he would not pity these Allied soldiers.

And Mountbatten, who was in the Allied Command in Southeast Asia, frowned at this time. What to say about the most intense in wartime is not soldiers, nor money, but weapons, ammunition and medical medicines, as well as food.

Especially when the whole world is in the midst of war like this, the most nervous thing is arms and medicines. Especially things like anti-inflammatory drugs and narcotics, many times in war zones, these things are priceless.

Just like the current Allied forces in Southeast Asia, they are blocked by sea lines of communication, and it is extremely difficult for many things to get here. Grain is okay and can be collected from India at any time. But there is no way to do it about arms and medicines, because in India, both of these things arrive mainly by sea routes.

When China was not at war before, the Allies could still buy it from China nearby, and they didn't have to worry about being defeated by submarines that suddenly appeared halfway. A lot of ammunition and medicine here were purchased from China.

Now that this road has been cut off, it is equivalent to saying that it will be very difficult to obtain arms and medicine in the future. Even if India still has a lot of arms and medicines, the quantities are very limited.

Especially now that the Allies are beginning to have a large number of casualties, which requires a lot of medicine. Anti-inflammatory drugs, like penicillin, are the most needed. Those wounded soldiers who do not inject anti-inflammatory drugs in time and their wounds become infected, they will face the threat of death.

Although Mountbatten was a professional soldier and a soldier who was almost numb to death on the battlefield, he could not ignore the aggrieved death of his soldiers because of the lack of medicine. It's not like fighting and dying on the battlefield, and dying in battle is justified. But if they die because of lack of medicine, it is extremely unfair to these soldiers.

Zimla had told him about it before, and he had to focus on it. As he had said before, it was impossible to give priority to the field hospitals for the treatment of those British and French soldiers.

But he won't sit idly by, so he summoned Salinger just to see the current situation in the hospital, and there is a big shortage of medicines.

"Report!" Salinger came quickly and didn't keep Mountbatten waiting long. He also wanted to complete the task as soon as possible, saving him a lot of long nights.

"Come in." Seeing Salinger walk in, Mountbatten poured him a glass of boiling water and handed it to him and said, "Dean, it's hard work, I see that your eyes are bloodshot, and I heard that you just came off the operating table." I called you over, and I didn't let you have a good rest, and I was very sorry to go. ”

If it was someone else who was the dean, without any other purpose, I might have been very moved to hear Mountbatten's words. And if it were Salinger, it would feel so-so, and there would be no special ideas.

However, as a senior spy, he understands very well that the play has to be performed in a full set, anyway, he has been practicing for more than 20 years.

"Your Excellency, Commander, is serious. As a soldier of the British Empire, this is my job, my job. Since you put on a surgical gown, you have to do your duty. Seeing those wounded soldiers waiting for help, no matter how hard and tired they are, it is nothing. Taking the cup full of boiling water, Salinger said solemnly with a look that was very useful to Mountbatten's words.

Mountbatten nodded, satisfied with Salinger's words and very much in favor of his professionalism.

"You may be seated." Mountbatten pointed to the chair across the table in front of him and said, "I really hope that every soldier of the British Empire can fight for the cause of the empire on which the sun never sets, like the dean." ”

"Thank you, Commander!" Placing the cup of boiling water on the table, Salinger sat directly in his chair, separated from Mountbatten by a table covered with a tactical command map. Seriously, he also wants to sit down for a while, as mentioned earlier, acting a full set, he has spent most of the time in the operating room in the past two days, and he also wants to sit down and rest.

"I called you here for something I want to ask you." Mountbatten sat down as well, and the two of them just across the table just across the table.

"Commander, as long as I know, I will definitely answer truthfully." Salinger quietly put his hand in his pocket, and the environment in the headquarters was already imprinted in his mind the moment he entered. Maybe it has something to do with what is going to be discussed next, but there are only two of them in the current headquarters, which makes it more convenient for Salinger to act.

"I wonder, how many wounded are there in our field hospital now? How many of them have been treated, and how many have not? How many medicines do we have left? How long can it last? "Mountbatten is not a procrastinator, and he asks all the questions he wants to know.

"There are currently more than 11,000 wounded in the field hospital, of whom 5,000 have been treated and are out of danger. Many of them were wounded by rocket artillery. Today, less than 1,000 soldiers were wounded under the bombardment. In total, more than 5,000 people still need surgery, and simple hemostasis alone is useless.

As for medicines, by now, we have pulled the last batch of medicines out of the warehouse. It is expected that there will be enough for these wounded soldiers, but if the number of wounded soldiers increases again, there will be a shortage of medicines. In particular, there is not much anaesthetic left for surgery. ”

Salinger said as he reached into his pocket and moved gently, and a layer of film was quietly torn off the plastic box.

The answer is not optimistic, although Zimla has already said about the shortage of medicines, but Mountbatten never imagined that the matter has become so serious. Seeing that China is about to attack here, but there is a shortage of medicines, this is not good news.

"What if you save a little more? Can you hold on to five days. "Five days is enough time to get medicines from India and deliver them here. This also depends on the fact that China has not formed a tight encirclement network against Boli.

Salinger thought for a while and said, "There is no way to use anesthetics, and other medicines can last up to five days." ”

There was not the slightest figure around, and as he spoke, he held his hand out of the opening, palm facing down. Seeing Mountbatten, who was lost in thought because of his words, he reached under the table and glued the plastic box in the palm of his hand to the bottom of the table.

Mission accomplished!

"If there is no anesthetic, then let the soldiers endure it. As for other medicines, it is important to stick to the next batch of medicines. Mountbatten didn't notice Salinger's small movements, and kept thinking about what to do next.

"Yes!" Now that the tasks have been completed, whatever Mountbatten explains, it can be for him. Anyway, tomorrow, this place will be completely different from now. (To be continued.) )