Under the work of the logistics company, the ammunition and those medical medicines in the warehouses were pulled out of the warehouses. The warehouse door then closed again, and Ingebold took one last look at the lieutenant colonel in the warehouse, and then followed the logistics company to pull the ammunition and medicine to the door of his dormitory.

"Send half of the ammunition down, and pull the remaining half into my dorm room for the time being."

With Ingibold's order, half of the ammunition was moved into the dormitory, which was already very narrow, and the dormitory was basically filled with ammunition, leaving only a smaller space to turn around. The remaining half of the ammunition was pulled outside the soldiers' dormitories and prepared to be dropped.

"You guys wait here for me, wait with me to get these medical supplies to the field hospital." After giving orders to the logistic soldiers outside the dormitory, Ingibold entered the dormitory and closed the door to the dormitory.

Walk over to one of the boxes of ammo, take out a dagger and gently open the lid of the ammo box. I saw that the box was neatly filled with small boxes full of bullets. I pinched these small boxes one by one, and judged whether the contents were what I wanted by touching them.

Bullets, bullets, bullets, I touched all the boxes on the top floor, and found nothing unusual. Ingebold frowned slightly, he was not mistaken, it was this box that the lieutenant colonel who was in charge of the warehouse at that time took pictures.

He didn't give up, and gently picked up the first layer of bullet boxes in the box one by one. Reaching out and checking the second layer of the bullet box, a smile appeared on his face as he touched the middle.

Carefully take out the box and put the bullet box on the first layer inside. Close the lid.

When I opened the box, I saw a small plastic box inside, and there was foam around it to fix the small plastic box in the bullet box. It seems to be to prevent shaking during transportation and damage to this small plastic box.

He took out the plastic box, which was the size of a matchbox, and carefully placed it in his pocket. Then he took the bullet box to a hidden place, took out a pen and paper from the office desk, and wrote down a large number of jumbled numbers. When you're done, put the piece of paper and the plastic box together.

After doing this, he sorted out his military uniform again and walked out of the dormitory.

And did not stop, directly with the medicine pulled out of the warehouse. Come to the field hospital in an underground bunker.

As one of the two most sound field hospitals of the Allied forces in Southeast Asia. The medical facilities here are very complete and the space occupied is not small.

What everyone didn't expect was that in just one day, the place was crowded with wounded soldiers. From the hallway to the various patient rooms. They were crowded with soldiers who were waiting for treatment because of their injuries.

There were British and French soldiers here. There were also Indian soldiers. They all looked the same. Except for those who were unconscious, they were all in pain, and the wounds were simply bandaged to stop bleeding. Lying on the ground, wailing and convulsing.

Lightly wounded are rarely seen here, and they are generally hit by shrapnel from aerial bombs, but fortunately their lives are saved. As for the wounded soldiers with broken hands, there are also many who can save their lives after stopping bleeding and bandaging. Those wounded soldiers who had broken their feet or had no wounds were not treated in time, and even if measures were taken to stop the bleeding, they died one after another.

There is no way to do this, the hospital is already operating at full capacity, but there are still fewer doctors and more wounded. Moreover, every wounded person needs to be operated, and it takes at least half an hour to complete an operation, but there are only a few operating tables and doctors. For the number of nearly 20,000 wounded, the proportion is too small.

Ingibold walked ahead, carefully avoiding the wounded on the ground, and occasionally giving way to the nurses who were hurrying by. Nearly 100 logistics soldiers behind him, carrying boxes of medicines, also followed him carefully.

Looking at the mournful corridors, the wards that were already crowded with the wounded. A phrase flashed through Ingibold's heart: "This is war." ”

Although his face was sad, he did not feel any sympathy for the Allied soldiers. Instead, he saw things and thought about them, and when he saw the appearance of these soldiers, he couldn't help but think of them. Scene from the Zhonghua Field Hospital.

He knew very well that after nearly two days of fierce attacks, although China was victorious and the allies were defeated and retreated, its own casualties were definitely not small. There is no way to do this, even if the combat effectiveness of the Chinese soldiers is as good as a few, casualties are inevitable.

However, he also knew one thing, no matter how large the casualties of China were, they were definitely much smaller than those of the Allies. Moreover, the ratio of wounded and killed is much smaller than that of the Allies.

He didn't want to meet with the Chinese army tomorrow, but since the order had already come down, he could only obey it. He was still worrying about this matter before, but he didn't expect that the top-secret mission that came at night just saved him from this trouble.

He was also extremely curious about this mission, and he never thought that there would be a comrade like him in the Allied officer system in Southeast Asia. And he entered the British military earlier than him, and the rank was higher than him. If it weren't for today's mission, he wouldn't have known that there was another person of his own.

As soon as he thought of the task, his pace gradually accelerated.

When he came to the logistics department of the hospital, he happened to see the director of the field hospital just walking out of an operating room. The white coat on his body was covered with blood, and the originally white surgical gloves were also covered with blood. There were also blood stains on the mask and skin on the face, and even blood droplets on the surgical cap.

As he walked into the toilet next to the logistics department of the underground field hospital, Ingibold walked over quickly and waved back, signaling the soldiers carrying the medicine behind him to hurry up.

"These medicines are handed over to the hospital's logistics department, and when they are delivered, they are disbanded." After giving the order, Ingibold also walked into the toilet next to the logistics department of the field hospital.

Humming a messy tune, he pooped. He said to the director of the field hospital, who was also urinating, "Director Salinger, you are lucky. ”

"Alas! I wish I could grow a few more hands and save more patients. As soon as Ingibbold hummed the nonsensical tune, Salinger focused on him. Listening to the seemingly normal words, a slight fluctuation flashed in his heart.

A sigh, which seemed to be the healer's answer, made Ingibold breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and then he spoke again: "Here there is only war and death, the fate of soldiers." ”

"May God willing, there will be no more casualties like this in the next battle." Salinger also spoke.

"This war will soon be over, and the flames of war will burn fast." Ingibold Road.

"May the flames and blood be ignited and extinguished soon." Salinger said.

"The glory of the empire will spread far to Southeast Asia." Ingibold Road.

If someone else hears this, it is easy to think that the empire in his mouth is the British Empire, but in Salinger's ears, the meaning is completely different.

"The glory of the empire in Southeast Asia endures." Salinger said.

Speaking of which, the two did not continue, and exchanged glances with each other slightly. They went to the sink together, and by this time, Salinger's surgical gloves had been removed. Carefully washed their hands, during which they both remained quiet.

After the two of them had washed their hands at the same time, Salinger faced the door of the toilet and turned his back to Ingibold and said, "Can you help me re-tie the surgical gown?" ”

"More than happy to help." Wiping the water drops from his hands, Ingibold walked behind Salinger, loosened the rope from the back of his surgical gown, and looked around the restroom.

Just as he fastened the last rope fastening, he quickly put the contents of his pocket into the pocket of Salinger's surgical gown.

Sensing a foreign object in his pocket, Salinger maintained his unchanging countenance.

"That's it! Dean Salinger, I'll go back first. Ingibold said.

The latter nodded, and when Ingchibald came out of the toilet, he slowly walked out of the toilet as well. When passing by the logistics department, I saw that Ingibbold was handing over medical drugs to the hospital's logistics department. The two staggered by, pretending nothing was going on with each other. Ingibold continued to talk to the hospital's head of logistics, and Salinger walked straight to the director's office not far away.

I closed the office door and sat down in my office chair with a sigh of relief. As the dean, he had an hour's break after six hours of continuous surgery. Now it's his time to rest.

At noon today, he received the order to activate it from the radio radio he listened to every day and from a telegram to England. He began to prepare, this was the first time he had received a task, and he had to pay attention to it.

Like Ingibold, he didn't know how many of his own people he had in Southeast Asia. When he heard the peculiar tune, he realized that the colonel was his own man. Although the two of them had several relationships before, they didn't know that they came to the same place.

Now it's all clear, and I got it smoothly.

After sitting upright for five minutes, Salinger reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and the matchbox colonel's plastic box. There was no need for translation, and after reading the information recorded on the paper, he also understood the specific content of this mission.

Crumpling the paper into a ball, he didn't burn it like Ingibold, but put it in his mouth and swallowed it in three or two clicks.

After that, I checked the plastic box and found the switch. I switched it back and forth three times, and after waiting for about a minute, the green light on the plastic box suddenly flashed.

Salinger breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the signal had been received in China that the magical little box was intact. This also means that his mission will also begin.

Push the switch on the plastic box to the side of the open again, and put the plastic box in your pocket. (To be continued.) )