Imperial Overlord

The doctor, whose white coat has been stained red with blood, is handling the wounded on the chopping board in an "operating room" surrounded by white cloth.

Yes, on a chopping board! The wounded lay there, as if they were fish, being slaughtered.

The doctor didn't have time to change his gloves at all. With a hacksaw in his hand, he glanced at the wounded who had been transported in, and nodded.

"Anesthesia!" After he said a word, he turned around and handed the hacksaw to one of his female assistants, and then took another hacksaw from the female assistant's hand.

Although the hacksaw received was washed, there were still obvious residual bloodstains in the anti-slip texture on the handle.

Anyway, I don't pay attention to these here, what is emphasized is the speed of the operation. He also did not intend to fully revive these soldiers, because many of the soldiers sent to him were already incomplete.

"Okay, anesthetized!" The assistant shouted loudly within a few seconds after injecting morphine into the body of the wounded.

The amputee began to press the wounded part that had been smashed by the bullet, and began to cut it little by little with a saw.

His method was very rude, and the wounded immediately screamed like a pig. Anesthesia may not be working, or the pain simply cannot be ignored.

A streak of blood splattered onto the white cloth used as a wall in the operating room, leaving a **** arrow on it.

The blood sprayed on the white cloth did not solidify immediately, but began to flow downward by gravity. Then the blood solidified on the dried blood below and stopped falling.

"Ah!" The screams continued, and the wounded on the chopping board screamed heartbreakingly. His thighs were being sawed off with a saw, and the pain and desperation were palpable.

Although he struggled desperately, the two soldiers who helped did their best to hold him down to keep him from moving.

In the same way, even though the wounded was screaming and struggling, the saw in the doctor's hand did not stop.

One by one, he was still cutting back and forth, until his saw blade cut off the bone, sawing off the knee, part of the thigh bone, and the surrounding flesh and blood.

After the **** minced meat was sawed off, the doctor threw the minced meat into the basin under his feet without even looking at it. It was already full of human hands or arms, or legs or feet...

"Give him a bandage" means don't get infected." There's not much more of mymycin, let's drive more! "The doctor handed the saw to the female nurse behind him and said something.

The nurses who were waiting next to them began to bandage the wounds on the chopping board.

Time waits for no one. There are still many people waiting for amputation outside. Of course, we can't waste a little time.

Of course, with such extensive bandaging, it will naturally touch the wound more, and the wounded person will naturally feel worse...

"Ah!" Hearing the screams in the operating room, the wounded Germans lying around were so used to it that they didn't even blink their eyes.

Those who should read the newspapers are still reading the expired newspapers, and those who are writing letters continue to write letters to their families. There are also some wounded in the arm, are gathered together to chat.

Boring wars, always find something interesting for yourself to do. Especially after the injury, rest and entertainment is more reasonable.

"Those with minor injuries to the limbs can be allowed to visit relatives! However, in only 2 months, they must report to the corresponding barracks in the rear." In the field hospital converted from a huge old factory, an office that used to be the commander of the officers here department.

An officer in charge of the deployment of the wounded looked at the statistics table, flipped through the statistics, and said, "The number of places is limited... Let's draw randomly!"

"The number of 44 days killed in action is 3 more!" said the officer standing beside him with some sigh.

They are taking in more and more wounded here, and more and more dead. They are here to manage these wounded, there is a really haggard and powerless feeling.

"Can the newly arrived batch of medals be issued?" The leading officer asked his subordinates, which was also one of their jobs.

It is very important to distribute war wounded medals. Soldiers need to be rewarded for wounds. This medal is a proof of honor.

Distributing war-wounded medals to soldiers is an acknowledgement of their bravery and wounded in battle, and an affirmation of their efforts.

"The one I just sent is 400 pieces in total. After all, there are other things to give away, and that's all that's given to us." The officer's subordinate replied quickly.

"400 medals are obviously not enough. If we count the tents outside, there are almost 1,000 wounded... The last batch still owes 17, and I have records here." Glancing at his boss, the officer continued. .

After all, this kind of thing also needs to be processed, although the medals of war wounds are not precious metals, but cast iron. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

And because of the need for mass production, the stamping process is used, which is very simple to manufacture.

But this kind of medal is still very beautiful. After all, it is a kind of medal, and it is impossible to deal with it too much. Every War Wounded Medal is registered, and wounded veterans are generally rewarded.

Although it is very simple to manufacture, this kind of medal is still not enough. Because the number of injured people is too many, the number is beyond imagination.

Moreover, among the materials transported to the front line, medicine, food and ammunition are more important than medals. Even if enough medals are produced in the rear, they cannot all be transported to the front line for distribution.

Therefore, although Germany has many medals, the number of transportation to the front is not large. Many medals are mailed directly to the homes of service members, and they are distributed to them.

"The ones who owe the wounded will be sent first, and then the rest will be distributed to this group. Those who can't go home to visit relatives and take vacations!" After weighing the pros and cons, the leader gave his order.

For the wounded who are eligible and have the opportunity to go home for vacation, the war-wounded medal can be collected after returning to China, without wasting the precious transportation capacity on the battlefield.

Moreover, this is also a kind of balance - people who go home don't have medals, and people with medals can't go home, very fair, isn't it?

"Where is the train timetable?" After rummaging through the documents in front of him, and glanced at the time on it, the commander here said: "Tomorrow, a group of wounded can go back to Poland, you can deploy it!"

"Okay! I will send the seriously wounded back with my old ability!" The officer hurriedly replied, "Do you have anything else to order?"

"Get me some tea... nothing else," the officer said. Outside the door, the screams of the wounded continued one after another, and there was no sign of stopping.

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