War Military: From 1978

Chapter 137 The whereabouts of Group C!

"Ah~"

"Please, kill me, kill me!"

The field hospital is very busy and miserable, with all kinds of noises, especially from some seriously injured soldiers who have regained consciousness after undergoing amputation. Some of them are now unable to accept the reality and are going crazy.

They were shouting all kinds of things, but Chu An could understand them. He looked at the wounded soldiers who were constantly being carried in and saw their miserable appearance.

Chu An felt his heart was twitching.

It's not like he hasn't seen soldiers sacrificed before, and it's not like he hasn't killed people before.

But the scenes on the battlefield and in the field hospital are completely different.

On the battlefield, even if a soldier was injured, everyone was too busy with the intense fighting to care about him.

Moreover, on the battlefield, many soldiers do not feel much pain when they are injured because of adrenaline.

For example, Chu An, the bullet went through the flesh of his left arm. He felt like he was bitten by a mosquito and continued to fight with the gun in hand.

There are also many soldiers who, after being seriously injured, do not think about pain and death, but try their best and use their utmost willpower to drag nearby enemies to die together.

There is no sorrow on the cruel battlefield.

But the hospital is now filled with grief.

His eyes were a little red, and Chu An touched the clean clothes he was wearing.

There's nothing in my pocket.

Frowning, he wanted to light a cigarette, but his empty pockets made him give up.

After changing clothes, your things should be put away.

After looking around, Chu An finally walked towards a tent not far ahead.

The nurse told him that there was a wounded soldier from their C Regiment's reconnaissance platoon in the second tent from the left.

He was seriously injured, but after treatment, he has regained consciousness and is being placed here.

Chu An walked along and no one stopped him. They lifted the tent curtain and walked in.

The conditions here were better than where he had been just now. There were beds made of wooden boards, and many of the wounded lying inside were receiving intravenous drips.

It was very quiet. Some people had their eyes open, but no one said a word or reacted when they saw Chu An come in.

"Who are you? You are not allowed to come in here casually!"

There were medical staff in the tent helping to change the dressing. When they saw Chu An come in, they quickly stood up and spoke.

"I'm here to find someone!"

"Platoon leader!"

Suddenly, someone on the bed inside heard Chu An's voice and turned to look over.

The voice had a hint of crying. Chu An looked over and didn't recognize who it was for a moment.

Because this person was completely wrapped in gauze.

Now his voice is very soft and his tone is out of tune.

"You~"

Chu An hurried over.

"The patient needs to rest. Even if you are his platoon leader, you can't stay here. Get out!"

Before Chu An could get closer, the nurse came over and quickly grabbed Chu An.

"Platoon leader!" The wounded soldier on the bed, who was wrapped up all over, wanted to get up, but obviously couldn't!
"Don't get excited!" Chu An spoke hurriedly!
The nurse immediately went over to Chu An to comfort him: "Don't get excited, you need to rest now. If you have anything to say, wait until you get better!"

After she finished speaking, she yelled at Chu An: "Why don't you get out now? Do you want the patient to die?"

"Excuse me, excuse me, I'm leaving, I'm leaving!"

Although Chu An was very worried about the soldier in front of him and even wanted to know who he was, the current situation was obviously not suitable!

Turned around quickly.

He walked out of the tent quickly, but Chu An stopped after he went out.

He looked back at the tent behind him.

"sorry!"

With a sad look on his face, Chu An murmured miserably.

He didn't know who was inside now, but he was heartbroken.

These must be his soldiers. He led them to the battlefield, but now they have become like this.

Chu An clenched his fists and felt as if something was blocking his chest.

He walked forward aimlessly until Chu An saw a group of wounded soldiers sitting together in the sun, and some of them were smoking.

Chu An walked over.

"Comrades, can you give me a cigarette?"

"Give!"

They didn't stand up or anything just because Chu An was wearing a cadre uniform.

Mainly looking at Chu An’s age, you can tell that even if Chu An is a cadre, he must be a grassroots cadre.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that grassroots cadres don’t need to be respected, it’s just that this is a hospital and they are also injured.

Everyone has some physical discomfort to some extent, so in this case, there is no need to do anything unnecessary.

"Wow~"

The match was struck, Chu An lit a cigarette and sat down with them.

He now doesn't know where to find someone to find out what's going on.

The nurse told him that what she knew was that all the soldiers in the reconnaissance platoon who were here were seriously injured, and the others who were only slightly injured had never come here.

He fainted and we were worried that something might happen to him, so we sent him here.

At the moment, Chu An was listening to the wounded soldiers chatting, but he didn't ask anything.

He was in a very depressed mood and needed to relax. After finishing one cigarette, Chu An lit another one, and this time, Chu An took the initiative to speak.

"Do you know where Group C is now?"

From listening to their conversation just now, Chu An also knew that among these dozen people, nearly half were from Group C.

"We've divided up our forces and are continuing our mission as battalion and company units. We won't leave until after breakfast!"

Someone spoke up!
Chu An immediately became a little anxious. He also wanted to go back. Although he was a little injured, they were all flesh wounds and did not affect his movements.

However, he still patiently asked a few more questions: "How did the battle go? I fainted on the battlefield!"

Soon, Chu An learned the situation from the mouths of these wounded soldiers.

In a word, there were heavy casualties, although they did not know the exact number of casualties.

But just the fact that they said their own situation was enough to shock Chu An.

For example, a wounded soldier said that there were only more than 20 people left in their company.

Chu An sat here for seven or eight minutes. After standing up, Chu An's head, which was already a little dizzy, felt even more dizzy.

This was stimulated by the huge casualties.

He didn't dare to think about what was happening to his own platoon.

He asked just now, but they didn't know either. The main reconnaissance platoon was carrying out the mission alone and was not with everyone else.

In addition, the soldiers in the reconnaissance platoon here were all seriously injured, and everyone was unable to communicate.

Chu An went straight to the door of the office that managed the discharge registration of the wounded.

It is actually a military tent.

This field hospital is now built in a small Yue village that was originally supposed to have 20 to 30 households.

When the large army arrived, the Vietnamese civilians inside had already fled.

After we checked that there were no tunnels or anything like that here, we built the field hospital directly here.

However, our army did not occupy the huts of these Vietnamese civilians. Their houses made of wooden boards and straw were not as comfortable as tents.

"report!"

Chu An shouted from the doorway.

"Come in!" A man's voice came from inside.

Chu An lifted the door curtain and walked in.

A man in military uniform, who looked to be in his thirties or forties, was sitting behind a table inside, writing something.

Seeing Chu An, he looked up and asked, "Comrade, what's going on?"

"I want to return to the team!"

"Ok?"

He looked at Chu An.

He was wearing a piece of clothing, and through the gauze wrapped around his chest, it could be seen that the injuries were probably on his back and left hand.

"Comrade, I understand your desire to serve the country, but your health is the capital of revolution. If you want to return to the team, at least you have to heal your injuries!"

Chu An frowned.

In fact, he learned a lot from listening to the wounded soldiers chatting outside just now.

Those with minor injuries that do not affect their combat effectiveness basically do not need to come here and can be treated by the military medical staff.

But those whose injuries are more serious and affect their combat effectiveness will need to stay here to recuperate.

There is a guard company here, and there are other troops of our army around, so safety is guaranteed. These lightly wounded soldiers will stay here to recuperate and will be arranged to return to the team after their injuries are healed.

As for those seriously injured, they are only receiving emergency rescue here now. Once their injuries are stabilized and they are able to take a bus, they will all be sent back to China later.

Of course, Chu An also heard the wounded say that they might not be able to be sent to the rear for the time being.

Because the road is blocked.

I heard from them that the Japanese outside have reoccupied the high ground along the way, and it seems that we are having difficulty in supplying them.

Regiment C is now carrying out the task of clearing them out, and only after the route is opened can they arrange to send the seriously injured back to the country.

"My injury is not serious. I just hit my head yesterday and passed out. My body is covered with flesh wounds. I can ask the medical staff to help change the dressing when I go back!" Chu An spoke again.

But the director of the field hospital shook his head and said, "No, such a large-scale injury is prone to inflammation and infection. If you want to return to the team, you must at least rest here for a few days. Only when the wound is found to be fine can you return. This is my responsibility!"

"Can"

Chu An wanted to speak, but was interrupted by him.

"Comrade, I'm very busy right now and don't have time to talk to you too much."

Chu An frowned, but in the end he could only sigh and walk out of the tent.

Turning around, Chu An went to another larger tent.

That was where the wounded's belongings were stored, and he planned to get his documents back first.

But in the end Chu An still failed. They said that if he wanted to get the ID, he had to get a discharge note from the hospital.

However, he did not gain nothing.

Here, he was given a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches.

Although it is not good for the wounded to smoke, the field hospital is very tolerant of those with minor injuries, mainly because they are all from the battlefield.

Everyone must be feeling bad, but there is no post-war psychological counseling process now.

So smoking as a way to relieve stress is allowed.

Of course, there are other means.

After nightfall, the film crew will come to show movies.

Use patriotic movies to relieve everyone's emotions.

(End of this chapter)