Chapter 276

Ryan's upper body is exposed outside the tank's turret, leaning against the hatch and looking at the field hospital. Not far from his tank, the artillery of the 1st SS Panzer Division were desperately filling the 150 mm howitzer.

Several soldiers lifted the shells out of the ammunition box and stuffed them into the ammunition compartment of the cannon. Then the gunner on one side quickly closed the bolt of the cannon, and then yelled a warning, and all the soldiers around covered their ears.

"Boom!" Another shell crossed the river beside sedang and flew to the defensive position of the far method team. A few steps away from the gun, several officers were watching the result of the bombardment with a scissor periscope. They stood up, drew twice on the map, and then pointed to the distance to discuss something.

A few hours ago, the vanguard of the German a group army invaded Sadang. The French garrison fought to the death, but was finally driven to the other side by Germany. The French soldiers blew up the bridge at the last moment, and the whole German army's attack was blocked.

But then the German engineers began to build bridges on the river, the incoming artillery began to cover fire, and the French troops resisted tenaciously on the other side, but the effect was not obvious.

The 3rd SS Panzer Division has entered the attack position, and then they will cover the troops to cross the river, cut into the French position and destroy everything in the way.

Ryan had Bauman park the tank next to a collapsed building and jump out of the tank. He saw on a roof, a few German grenadiers were tearing apart a huge German flag, it seemed that soon there would be German planes began to bombard the sky.

A truck passed in front of him, trailing a tall 88mm antiaircraft gun behind him. The truck stopped not far from Ryan's left hand, and then five or six artillery soldiers jumped down from the truck, scrambling to set up antiaircraft guns in an open space. Several grenadiers came to help lift the 88mm antiaircraft artillery shells from the truck.

Ryan went to the field hospital across the street, where there were all kinds of wounded German soldiers lying on stretchers and marching beds. He walked over without expression, looking at the white cloth tent in the corner of the damaged house, looking at the wounded with broken arms or broken legs.

Ryan went to a hospital bed and looked at the bloody young man moaning bitterly. His arm was hit by a machine gun. His whole shoulder and left arm were broken. After random bandaging, he was lying on the bed with no air out. That pair of eyes that have lost the expression stare at ray, seem to have a lot of words to want to say. Ryan didn't speak. He just looked down at him. After a while, he was covered with a white cloth by a medical guard.

"Boom!" Another shot, not far away, a wounded soldier began to cry: "my God! I Want to Go Home! I'm going home. " He was shot through the leg and sat on the ground, not even getting a bed because the injury was not too serious. On the bed he was leaning against, a soldier with a head injury was lying there motionless.

"Long live the Fuehrer! Sir! What can I do for you? " A medical guard saw Ryan, came up with a German salute, wiped his hands with the dirty apron on his chest, and asked with a frown.

"I heard there was a fierce battle here in the morning. I'll see what happened." Ryan was startled by a scream not far away, where a wounded soldier was being pressed on the operating table by two people, cutting off his forearm bit by bit with a saw. He looked at the tragic scene over there, and then said to the medic in front of him.

"In the morning, the French set up two crossed machine gun positions here, and they killed at least 20 of our soldiers before the tanks came." The medical guard pointed to the houses on both sides, where there were mottled bullet marks proving the intensity of the morning fighting.

"Then they blew up the bridge, and two officers and a dozen grenadiers who were responsible for seizing the bridge were injured." The medical guard gave a brief introduction to the casualties, and then pointed to everything in front of him: "this is a forced crossing attack organized by the 2nd regiment at noon. All the injured people are here, and several others are missing. The French have several machine gun positions on the other side, which is very hidden."

"Any antitank guns?" Ryan asked.

"I don't know! You can talk to the officers in that building. They are from the 2nd Battalion and 2nd regiment The medic pointed to a fairly complete building in the distance and said, "the 2nd Battalion is there. Of course, if you want to look around, I advise you not to go to the river, where there is an exchange of fire. "

"Thank you. What can I do for you? " Ryan looked around and asked politely.

"Oh! That's OK! It's all dirty work here. It'll stain your uniform. " The medical guard waved his hand with a smile, turned his head, looked at a wounded man lying at his feet, and said loudly to a Grenadier behind him: "wounded man 31! What he needs is a priest, not a doctor. Next

The soldier's whole intestines were broken, and every breath was flushed with blood from his nose. He could not speak, because a mouth would gush blood, so he only looked at Ryan with begging eyes, hoping that he could help him.

"I can't help you because I'm not a doctor or a priest." Ryan looked down at the soldier, then bent down and said to him, "I'm just a soldier who kills for the Fuehrer... I can promise you that I can help you kill more enemies before I die." The soldier's mouth moved, then he closed his eyes and stopped breathing. And in another corner of the whole field hospital, a soldier was shouting, "tell me dad! I still love him! Tell the Fuehrer I did my best! Tell the Fuehrer! I did my best! He hit me! He hit me! I tried my best The soldier was so excited that he trembled all over because of morphine. He grabbed the arm of the medical soldier who operated on him. The more he said, the weaker he was. Finally, he fell on the operating table and lost all his life. Under Ryan's gaze, the medical guard went to another wounded soldier, pressed the soldier who had been shot in the abdomen, reached out and put his finger into the bullet hole, and the blood gushed out like a small fountain. Ryan watched quietly without even moving his eyebrows. In the soldier's extreme cry, a bullet was dug out. The medical guard dropped the bullet on the ground, pointed to the soldier who was still screaming, and said to the Grenadier behind him: "arrange two people to help him press the wound. I will come back to deal with him later! If his wound continues to bleed, come to me! " The Grenadier nodded, called the two infantry at the door to help, and asked them to do as the medical soldiers said. Then he followed the medical guards without saying a word, and continued to check the wounded one by one“ Ah Another wounded soldier screamed bitterly. His arm was hit by shrapnel of a shell. The medical guard looked at it twice and pulled out the shrapnel as soon as he reached out his hand. The wounded soldier's arm was full of blood and splashed on the medical soldier's face. The medical guard didn't look at the wounded soldier. He wiped his hand and said, "I'll plug the hole with my finger! When the two bandages over there come, you can go. The wound on the arm is not fatal. Let's put it first. "“ How can you treat the wounded so rudely? " A Grenadier who came to help frowned at the medical soldier and asked, he doesn't want to be carried here to get such a slap after being injured“ Mr. Grenadier! I haven't slept for 2 days, and I've dealt with more than 70 wounded people! If I follow the procedure for each one, I can only save more than a dozen every day! " The medical guard's eyes were bloodshot. He ignored the stunned soldier who questioned him and went to another stretcher in the distance. Ryan didn't look back and said to Andre who walked behind him: "this is war. No matter what the reason is, someone has to die for these bullshit reasons. I'm not afraid of death, so I come here to kill people and kill those who want to kill me. Do you know now? This is war! All you can do is live like hell. " The soldier on the stretcher gasped in pain and moaned loudly, but he still put his finger into his bleeding arm and stammered to the medical soldier who had gone away: "thank you... Thank you." Andre bypassed a wounded soldier who was lying on the ground and groaned. He came to Ryan and said in a soft voice, "the news is coming from the battalion. In an hour, the air force will bomb the other side. At that time, the engineers will set up a floating bridge. We are ordered to cover the infantry and build a bridgehead on the other side."“ Shall we start? " Ryan asked“ Because our tanks have skirts on both sides, they are more defensive. So company commander Carter told us to start Andre replied“ That's no problem. I'll go back and work out the tactics with Carter later. " Ryan nodded, turned and walked out with Andre. And behind them, the whole hospital was still screaming, but there was no special expression on their faces“ Get something to eat Ryan went to the tank and gave the order to cook: "then wait for the company's order to start. Check the ammunition and send the used drums to the logistics department. " Soon, a good meal in the field was ready. Under the gaze of the grenadiers who were drooling and eating potatoes and cabbages, Ryan's crew unscrewed the hot can and ate happily. While eating, each of them prayed that they would survive the next battle.