Delivery man on the battlefield: Start with the sword

Chapter 115 Tired Dragon Article
Can Wang Zhifei let them fight? You are all my bargaining chips. What should I do if you get hurt?
"No! Although I understand your eagerness to fight alongside us, this is our fight. Besides, you don't know the slogans at all, and you are not wearing our clothes. It's easy to get hurt by mistake. Wait until you are familiar with everyone, and then we can fight together."

After saying that, Wang Zhifei rushed out again.

With the officer's knife in his left hand and a crowbar in his right hand, he used his pistol and machine gun alternately as he charged into the group of little Gaga as if there was no one there.

One-on-one duel? Who wants to duel with you? Kill the enemy in front of you as quickly as possible and continue to look for the next target. This is what you should do on the battlefield.

……

Soon, the battle was over.

"Everyone, reload your guns, clean up the battlefield, collect the shoulder straps, and hand them over to Ayi. Meng Fanle, count the casualties. Li Liansheng, is Li Liansheng still alive?
Clear out a tent, Dr. Hao, please lend a hand and carry all the injured here for surgery.

Long Wenjian, you're dead, where did you go? Go and give a speech to the new cannon fodders, and pass on the purpose of our cannon fodder group..."

Wang Zhifei issued orders one by one, and everything went on in an orderly manner.

Wang Zhifei opened the tent and began to perform surgery on the wounded soldier, with veterinarian Hao assisting him.

"Take this out and make a few more stretchers to use for carrying the wounded.

This kid, don’t dare to move or eat now, he has to pass the gas first, make him a crutch, pay attention to keep it clean, don’t get infected…”

Veterinarian Hao kept giving medical instructions to everyone. Although he didn't even know how to give an infusion, he was more like a doctor than Wang Zhifei, the master surgeon. Or, in other words, he was more like a priest.

In order to perform the operation as quickly as possible, Wang Zhifei was more like a cold machine, first doing heavy operations and then light ones, cutting precisely with the scalpel in his hand.

If the patient needed stitches, he would give the patient an injection of numbing medication and then clean the wound expressionlessly, sewing the skin and flesh together like he was sewing a rag doll.

Although he was saving people, everyone had a strange feeling when looking at Wang Zhifei, as if in Wang Zhifei's eyes, all the wounded soldiers were not human.

……

Father Albert and Meng Fanle communicated with each other and said that they wanted to hold a mass for the dead.

However, Albert refused to say Mass for the little quacks because they were unworthy.

Lucy found her camera and film, and happily said she wanted to take a picture of everyone.

When it was bright, everyone had breakfast and started marching, following the retreating pace of the 200th Division. They recruited troops along the way, went through Nantianmen, crossed the Nujiang River, and retreated to Zenda.

The defeated soldiers of the three divisions all took this road. Several regiments, large and small, also took this road because they had no leaders.

They were divided into groups of four, carrying the wounded and taking all the supplies they could. Half of them were lightly equipped and stood in the front, ready to fight at any time. The remaining half, led by Ayi, was responsible for carrying supplies and taking care of the wounded.

Of course, the task of taking care of the wounded soldiers falls on the shoulders of Veterinarian Hao.

Long Wenjian walked beside Wang Zhifei and said, "Commander, ninety-one people died in yesterday's battle, one hundred and thirty-eight were seriously injured, and three hundred and ninety-two were slightly injured.

Most of those who were lightly or seriously injured were the group of idiots who charged forward at the end, and most of the dead were the old cannon fodder recruited by Mandalay.

Most of them were killed by Xiao Gaga who detonated his grenade when he saw the situation was not good. There were also a few who did not follow the principle of firing a few more shots before approaching, and were ambushed by Xiao Gaga who was lying among the dead bodies. "

"It's either because of lack of experience or training. Let half of the newcomers take care of the wounded and carry supplies, and the other half follow the combat troops. The two groups will take turns fighting, and they must be familiar with the battlefield.

There is no time left, so I can only practice with all my strength, so that I won’t be scattered by the enemy in a real battle.”

Wang Zhifei said.

At the same time, Wang Zhifei thought, no wonder a team would collapse if 30% of its troops died. There is also a problem of casualty ratio. 30% death is about one-third, so the number of serious injuries is about 1.5 times the number of deaths, and the number of minor injuries is about three times the number of deaths.

So, is there a single person in the entire team who is not injured? Although minor injuries are not considered a problem, think about yourself. When you kick the corner of the table while wearing slippers, the pain is so severe that you wish you could die suddenly.

The injuries on the battlefield are gunshot wounds. Do you have the courage to think that a person can continue to fight for a long time after being shot?

Maybe you can last for a while when adrenaline is secreted, but can it last more than an hour?

……

Long Wenjian nodded and said, "That's what I arranged as well, but to find the enemy, we need Hai Dongqing's cooperation."

"Okay! We still need to have the necessary vanguards." Wang Zhifei readily agreed.

The two were discussing team matters here, and Lucy ran over: "Hello, sir, can I take a picture of you?"

Wang Zhifei stretched out his hand to block her camera: "I'm afraid not. Not only that, you can't publish the frontal photos of our officers.

Because that would attract the little spies to assassinate them. Soldiers can die on the battlefield, but they cannot die at the hands of spies. "

"Oh! Sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know this would happen..."

Lucy apologized hastily.

“It doesn’t matter, you don’t know this anyway, but you should be careful next time.

Of course, if you don’t want to take pictures of your face, I’d be happy to cooperate with you.”

Lucy...

What’s the point of not taking photos of your face?
……

The march continued. With the supplies provided by Wang Zhifei, the team coordinated by Long Wenjian, and Tian Haidongqing guiding the direction, Wang Zhifei's team was moving very fast.

"Haha! Good guys, really good guys! Everyone, get ready for battle!"

"What's going on?" Long Wenjian ran over and asked.

"Oh my god, your eyes are red, don't you want to take a rest? You haven't had a good rest in a few days?"

Wang Zhifei asked with some concern.

These days, Wang Zhifei changed the dressings for the wounded soldiers at night, checked their conditions, and then went back to sleep.

The one who has been doing the checking, arranging sentries, and running around to trick people into joining the cannon fodder group has always been Long Wenjian.

During this period, Long Wenjian definitely did not sleep for more than four hours a day, and he was running around, looking very energetic, and relying on his mouth that could speak differently to different people, he was able to gather the defeated troops.

He also participates in every battle!
Although the battles ended quickly, they were still battles. With concentrated attention, the physical strength and energy consumed were enormous.

Wang Zhifei took out a bottle of energy drink from his pocket and handed it to Long Wenjian: "Take a sip and eat something. You don't need to participate in this battle. This is an order!"

After saying that, Wang Zhifei rushed out.

(End of this chapter)