"Tarakova! How are you! ”

Natasha never expected that this girl would be injured, and it was a serious injury.

I saw that his left arm was missing a section, and the blood had stained a large area of the land.

Natasha's head buzzed.

"Igor!"

"In!"

"You hold her down for me, and we'll bandage her right now. Act fast, or she'll be hopeless! ”

"Good!"

However, as soon as Igor acted, he was met with fierce resistance from Tarakova. Natasha noticed that the girl not only had a broken arm, but also the pants at the base of her right leg were red, the trouser leg was torn and the worst of all, there was a foreign object that was abruptly pierced into the leg.

"Damn! There is even shrapnel! Natasha couldn't care so much anymore and continued to order: "Igor! Pulled out shrapnel! ”

Even if it was a woman, Igor didn't care so much, he reached out and pulled out the shrapnel, and then, not much blood gushed out. This is a very abnormal phenomenon, Igor is a careful old fellow, he said nervously: "Natasha, this child has lost a lot of blood!" ”

"I know!" Natasha, who was pinching the gap in Tarakova's broken arm, continued to yell: "You untie her leggings, and then turn out the bottom of her trouser leg, there is a piece of cloth there, see what kind of blood type she is." ”

Igor simply didn't have time to untie the leggings, but cut them directly with a dagger. A strip of cloth was thrown directly at Natasha, temporarily serving as a tourniquet to save Tarakova's life.

Just now, Tarakova's last struggle has consumed her last strength, she has lost a lot of blood, although her willpower has been trying to stay awake, after all, her body still can't hold on. The girl fell into dangerous shock.

Seeing her pass out, Natasha panicked directly: "Igor, what kind of blood type is she?!" ”

"It's Type B!"

"Damn it! Why am I not Type B! ”

Natasha grabbed the dirt in a hurry, she looked left and right, screaming and calling, "Medic! Medic in the team! Come here and save me! ”

The medic wasn't here, and no other soldiers had come along.

Balzen's reconnaissance battalion had all male medical men, and their numbers were scarce. This is due to the combat characteristics of the reconnaissance battalion, which is often used as sharp knives, and in the event of a fierce battle with the enemy, their own wounded are not even rescued. The officers and men of the battalion all have the consciousness of fighting to the death, and once they are seriously wounded, they are even willing to stay and fight to the death to buy time for their comrades to evacuate.

The only five medics were resuscitating the other wounded, and no one noticed that there were two girls lying there.

Just as Natasha was anxious, a faint voice slowly came again.

She turned her head sharply, and saw a girl curled up beside a big tree with a faint breath.

"Drochenko, you're actually injured too! Igor, you go and see her! ”

The young girl Drochenko was lucky that she did not suffer fatal injuries or fractures, but her back was so sore that even the slightest movement was painful after her spine hit a tree.

This is a girl who is not afraid of death, and she endures the severe pain, and begins to try to crawl towards Natasha, calling with all her might.

When Igor ran over, she said anxiously, "Me! I'm blood type B! I'm just like her! ”

Perhaps people of the same blood type are more talkative, as is the case with Drochenko and Talakova, who thus become combat partners. Drochenko is not afraid of death, and he does not want Tarakova to be harmed.

After some inquiry, Igor picked him up and carried him directly to Natasha.

"Drochenko, how are you?"

"It's okay, it's just that my back hurts, I don't think I have a fracture, if ......"

"You don't talk nonsense!" Natasha slapped the girl's face, "Do you see what happened to her?" She's losing a lot of blood, and it's great that you're also blood type B. You're going to have a blood transfusion for her! Igor, you go to the medics, go quickly! ”

……

After this German shelling, the total number of Soviet casualties reached fifteen. The statistics here are relatively broad, and the kind of soldiers who can continue to move and fight with minor injuries are completely regarded as normal soldiers. Anyone who is recorded injured is bound to lose the ability to fight.

Five of them were killed on the spot in the shelling, and four others were in very serious condition and on the verge of death, including Tarakova, who had a broken arm.

A fourteen-year-old girl was in the middle of the flowering season, and she was missing an arm. Not only that, but shrapnel pierced her leg, and if she didn't handle it well, even if she survived and recovered, she might be a one-armed person with a slope foot in the future.

Every recoilless gun of the Soviet army fought back, and because of Balzen's anger, he made the somewhat crazy decision in hindsight that each recoilless gun fired ten shells.

Although the Soviet army transported a lot of shells to the front line, it was basically an artillery bombardment to vent dissatisfaction, which made Balzen, who had calmed down, a little painful. It was only after he got the casualty statistics that he learned that the casualties were not large, and he calmed down.

After all, for a team of 2,700 men on the march, fifteen casualties were indeed a tiny number.

In fact, the team he is currently leading has been reduced by nearly 100 people. More than 30 of them had to evacuate halfway because they were on the march. Of the remaining 60 people, only 20 have already died.

However, when the soldiers reported, they specifically named the casualties of the ten young soldiers sent by the junior battalion. Ordinary soldier casualties, he will not blame himself too much, the casualties of the juvenile battalion are the most taboo for him!

Balzen hurried to the makeshift field hospital and shouted, "Where are the two wounded girls?" How's it going?! ”

"They're there!" A medic pointed at his hand, and Balzen was able to see it.

Not only did he see two small bodies lying on the ground, but he also saw the sniper hero Natasha, who was now playing with a knife.

"It's so similar, how is the difference between you and Besica?" A smile of relief appeared on Balzen's face as he thought that Natasha was also medically trained. These wounded are all wounded, they will be transported back as soon as possible, if the medical soldiers can start treating them as soon as possible, they will definitely not die!

Balzen continued to approach, and saw the scene of shock.

The two wounded female soldiers of the Junior Battalion, their small bodies connected by a red jar - pumping blood to each other.

She was shocked to see a girl's severed arm, and to her shock, the wound on the severed arm was actually blackened. Balzen's brain buzzed, and it was clear that the wound had been seared with hot metal.

Who did it? Balzen glanced at Natasha, and he noticed that the operation the girl was performing seemed to have been successful. Because the female soldiers of the other junior battalions who helped actually cheered happily.

"Natasha? Is this wounded man alright? ”

Because Barzen's voice was so familiar, Natasha was not surprised and didn't want to look up, her forehead was full of shouts, and she hurriedly replied: "The shrapnel has been taken out, and then we will stitch up the wound and sprinkle a line of sulfonamides, and the rest is to see his perseverance." ”

"What about the two female soldiers? What about them?! ”

"They?" Natasha's heart tightened, and she hurriedly explained the truth, and urged: "Sir! Quickly organize people to transport all the wounded back as much as possible. I can only perform preliminary surgery here, and besides, I am not a professional doctor! One more thing, you should find some soldiers with blood type B as soon as possible, the girl with the broken arm lost too much blood! If she misses, how can I report it to the commander! ”

"What the hell! That girl has made a mistake, and the commander and the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs have to trouble me! Barzen stomped his feet anxiously and instructed: "Natasha, seeing you now is like seeing the military doctor Berekova." You save people well, and I will arrange the evacuation of the wounded immediately. Medics, check the blood types of all the wounded, prepare the rubber blood vessels, and soon the fighters will come! ”