Chapter 117

The burning pain from the wound on my shoulder made me wake up from my lethargy. When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a hardwood bed in a tent. The tent was illuminated by two steam lamps. A military doctor in a white coat stood in front of me, holding a bloody bayonet in his hand.

When I woke up, the military doctor with mask nodded at me, threw the bayonet aside and bent down to deal with the wound for me. Almost rudely, he used scissors to cut my short fur coat. He thought he was just cutting the clothes near the wound. Unexpectedly, after cutting the sleeves, he changed the position of the scissors and began to cut them up from the bottom. I sighed to myself: damana had been wearing the clothes that I had made into my body for only two days, but it was damaged by his scissors. Now damana has also died, It seems that I'm going to wear that kind of ill fitting men's uniform for a long time.

After he cut my clothes beyond recognition, he stood up straight and said in a voice: "health officer, help the commander up."

As soon as the voice fell, someone reached under my body from behind and held my right back. Then a man's voice came: "Comrade commander, I'll help you sit up, so that the military doctor can help you sew the wound."

I gave a hum, and then with the help of the strength of the health worker on my back, I sat up slowly. After sitting upright, the health worker cooperated with the military doctor to take off my coat, leaving only my white Pullover and underwear. After taking off all my clothes, I could not help shivering with cold. I looked down and saw that the left side of my body had been completely penetrated by blood. The military doctor began to cut my pullover and underwear with scissors. In a short time, my upper body almost collapsed. I wanted to cover the key parts with my hand, but my left hand couldn't work hard, and my right hand supported the bed board. I had no choice but to eat this dumb loss. Although the military doctor carefully uncovered the clothes near the wound, it inevitably affected the wound, and I couldn't help humming.

After the military doctors injected a needle of anesthetic into the front and back of the wound, they began to use the anesthetic to clean up the wound, stop bleeding and suture the wound for me. At the beginning, it was very painful. After the anesthetic came into effect, the pain was relieved a lot. Rao, I was still sweating with pain.

After the wound was sutured, the military doctor stood up straight again, breathed a long breath, and said, "Comrade commander, your luck is really good. Although it's a through wound caused by bayonet, it didn't hurt the bone. It will be cured in ten days."

Seeing that the work of the military doctor was over, the male health worker released me and quickly went to get the anti-inflammatory injection, which was injected next to my wound. Then he carefully wiped the blood on my arm with the cotton wool dipped in alcohol. After dealing with all this, he began to bandage my wound. In a moment, he wrapped my left shoulder into a mummy. In order to prevent the wound from cracking when walking, the health worker also suspended my left hand on my neck with bandage.

"Put on this uniform!" The military doctor put on a short fur coat for me and said with concern, "it's cold. Don't freeze it." I turned to look at him, gratefully said thank you, put the right hand out of the sleeve, directly buttoned up the clothes. The health worker helped me out of bed. As soon as I fell to the ground, I felt dizzy and fell back involuntarily. If the health worker didn't help me, I would fall to the ground.

Being held like this by a man, I felt uncomfortable all over. I quickly earned it out of the health worker's arms and said with some embarrassment, "maybe I got up too hard and felt dizzy!" The military doctor came up to help me and answered, "you've lost too much blood. You need a good rest!" Then he turned to the health worker and said, "you should help the commander to the tent next door."

With the help of the health worker, I walked out of the tent slowly. After more than ten steps forward, he entered another tent with lights on. There are three stretchers on the ground inside the tent, two of which have wounded people lying on them, and a female health worker is taking care of them. Seeing us go in, the female health worker quickly got up to help and helped me lie on the spare stretcher with the male health worker.

I lay on the stretcher and watched the male health worker explain something to the female health worker in a low voice. The female health worker's eyes looked at me and kept nodding. Said for a while, two people hugged, the male health officer then turned and walked out.

The woman health worker bent down, opened a medicine box in the middle of the tent, took out a bottle of liquid from it, stood up and hung the bottle on a hook on the top of the tent. Then I pulled the long hose, squatted down beside me, and stabbed the needle on the back of my right hand.

"Have a good rest," the woman said to me with a smile on her face. "When you get to sleep, you will feel better."

I looked at the bottle of liquid hanging on the top of the tent and couldn't guess whether I was losing normal saline or glucose? I felt very tired, so I answered vaguely and closed my eyes.

The sound of the cannon woke me up from my deep sleep. When I opened my eyes, I saw the light coming through the gap of the curtain at the door. It was light outside, and the German attack on us began again.

I raised my right hand to my eyes and found that the needle on the back of my hand had been removed at some time. I struggled to sit up, looked around the tent, in addition to the two are still sleeping wounded, female health workers also disappeared. Hearing the clear gunfire outside, I couldn't sit still any more. I stood up and walked out.

The first aid camp in the forest is only a dozen tents, but it is a busy scene. The wounded were originally in the tent. Male and female health workers with Red Cross Signs on their arms were continuously carried out, with people and stretchers placed in the open space, waiting for the arrival of transport vehicles. I pulled a passing male health worker and asked him in a loud voice, "where is the headquarters?" He took a look at me and pointed, "it's over there." Then he ran into the tent to carry the wounded. I walked forward in the direction he pointed, and the more I walked, the clearer I heard the sound of guns, and soon I could see the fire and smoke from the explosion outside the forest. I didn't dare to walk too fast, because as soon as the wound was shaken, I felt a burning pain. I walked for about ten minutes before I saw the house of the command post where I stayed yesterday. I covered my left shoulder with my right hand and trotted to speed up. There are a lot of people in the command post. In addition to rokosovsky, zaharov, political commissar lobachev and chief of staff malining, there are also general katukov, who is still wearing the rank of colonel. They are all around the table listening to rokosovsky's arrangement of combat tasks. I stood by and was hesitating whether I should report my arrival to rokosovsky according to the regulations. Unexpectedly, malining saw me at a glance and immediately said in surprise, "Comrade oshanina, are you back?" His words made everyone turn their attention from the map to me. I stepped forward awkwardly, straightened up and saluted rokosovsky: "commander comrade, commander oshanina reports to you." Rokosovsky didn't reply, but rushed to me step by step, grabbed my empty sleeve, stared at me, anxiously asked: "what's wrong with your hand?" I looked down and immediately understood that he had misunderstood me. I quickly explained, "thank you for your concern. I just got a knife on my shoulder. My hand is OK." He patted the position of his left hand with his right hand across the clothes and continued: "you see, my hand is still here. When the wound on my shoulder is healed, I can be as happy as before." After a simple greeting, we went back to the table and sat down to listen to rokosovsky's assignment. Only through his explanation did I know that in yesterday's battle, the first guard tank brigade of general katukov and the remnant of the 17th cavalry division of Colonel gedukov appeared in time to rescue us. The reason for the remnant is that the main cavalry regiment arrived in advance had been completely destroyed under the wrong command of rokosovsky, and there were only more than 700 troops left in the division. After nightfall, the 18th infantry division, 289th anti tank brigade and other troops transferred from other defenses entered the position one after another. Judging from the current situation, our army has gained superiority in military strength and equipment here. Rokosovsky pointed to the map and said to everyone: "in yesterday's battle, although the enemy once occupied the first line of defense of our army, under the tenacious counterattack of our army, all the bandits who occupied the position have been eliminated by us. At this time, under the cover of tanks, the German army launched a crazy attack on our army. At present, the 18th infantry division, which arrived last night, is defending in the first trench. Although they are only militia divisions, they are very tenacious. Today, they have defeated the enemy's two crazy attacks. And the 289th anti tank regiment, which has performed well recently, has set up its position at the edge of the forest, which can give a head-on blow to the tanks of the bandits... "Comrade commander," rokosovsky's task has not been finished. Suddenly, a military officer came running into the forest, shouting loudly while running“ What's the matter? " The interrupted rokosovsky turned his voice, looked at the fussy officer with great dissatisfaction, and asked impatiently. Seeing the commander's serious expression, the officer realized his gaffe and immediately stood at attention to salute him. However, his face was still overjoyed. He said in a loud voice, "report to commander, Alexandra red flag song and dance troupe is here!" After listening to his report, almost all the people except me gave a surprise. Political commissar lobachev excitedly said to rokosovsky, "great! Comrade commander, this is tantamount to sending us a reserve team! "“ Let's go! Go and have a look! " When the commander heard the news, he made some gaffes and walked out. The rest of the people also stood up and went out behind him. A few seconds later, I was the only one left in the room to sit in a daze“ Alexandra red flag song and dance troupe? What kind of song and dance company is this? It can make everyone so excited. The political commissar even called them "reserves" If you want to find out, everyone in the room has gone out with the commander. You can't ask if you want to. I hesitated for a moment, but I got up and walked out of the command post.