The burning pain from the wound in my shoulder woke me up from my slumber. When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a hardwood bed in a tent, illuminated by two gas lamps. A military doctor in a white lab coat stood in front of me with a bloody bayonet in his hand.

Seeing that I had come to my senses, the masked medic nodded at me, threw the bayonet to the side, and bent down to treat my wounds. He almost rudely cut my short fur coat with scissors, thinking that he was just cutting the clothes near the wound, but after he finished cutting the sleeves, he changed the position of the scissors, starting from the hem and cutting them up, I sighed in my heart: Damana has only been wearing the fitting clothes for me for two days, and he has cut them with a few scissors, and now Damana has also died, it seems that I will have to wear that ill-fitting male military uniform for a long time.

After he cut my clothes beyond recognition, he stood up straight, and said angrily, "Hygienist, help Comrade Commander up." ”

As soon as I finished speaking, someone reached under my body from behind and held my right back, and then a man's voice came: "Comrade commander, I will help you sit up, so that the comrade military doctor can help you sew up your wounds." ”

I hummed, and with the help of the hygienist's weight on my back, I slowly sat up. After sitting up straight, the hygienist cooperated with the military doctor to take off my overcoat, leaving only a white jumper and underwear. When I took off all my clothes, I shivered from the cold. I looked down and saw that the left side of my body had been completely infiltrated by blood, and the military doctor began to cut my jumper and underwear with scissors, and after a while, my upper body was almost half-naked, and I wanted to cover the key parts with my hands, but my left hand was not strong, and my right hand was supporting the bed board. Although the military doctor carefully uncovered the clothes that were stained near the wound, it inevitably touched the wound, and I couldn't help but snort in pain.

The military doctor injected an injection of anesthetic near the front and back wounds before he began to clean the wound for me, stop the bleeding and stitch up the wound. At first, it hurt terribly, but after the anesthetic took effect, the pain was reduced a lot, and I was still sweating profusely.

After the wound was stitched up, the military doctor stood up straight again, took a long breath, and said: "Comrade commander, your luck is really good, although it was a penetrating wound caused by a bayonet, it did not hurt the bone, and it will heal in about ten days." ”

Seeing that the medic's work was over, the male hygienist let go of me and quickly went to get an anti-inflammatory injection and injected it next to my wound. Then I used a cotton wool dipped in alcohol to carefully wipe away the blood that had solidified on my arm. After all this was done, he began to bandage my wound, and in a matter of moments he mummified my left shoulder. In order to prevent the wound from being ruptured while walking, the hygienist also hung my left hand around my neck with a 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." I turned my head to look at him, thanked him gratefully, and slipped my right hand out of my sleeve and buttoned it up. The hygienist helped me out of bed, and as soon as my feet hit the ground, I felt dizzy and fell backwards involuntarily, if it wasn't for the hygienist who helped me, I would definitely fall to the ground.

Being held by a man like this, I felt uncomfortable, and hurriedly broke out of the hygienist's arms, and said a little embarrassedly: "Maybe I got up too violently, dizzy!" The medic came up to me and replied, "You have lost too much blood and need to rest!" Then he turned his head and instructed the hygienist, "Hurry up and help the comrade commander to the tent next door." ”

With the help of the hygienist, I slowly walked out of the tent. After a dozen steps forward, I entered another tent with lights on. Inside the tent lay three stretchers, two of which were already wounded, and a female hygienist was tending to them. Seeing the two of us entering, the female hygienist hurriedly got up and came over to help, and together with the male hygienist, helped me lie down on the spare stretcher.

I lay on the stretcher and watched as the male hygienist whispered something to the female hygienist, who looked at me and kept nodding her head. After talking for a while, the two embraced, and the male hygienist turned and walked out.

The hygienist bent down, opened a medicine box in the middle of the tent, took out a bottle of liquid, and stood up straight and hung the bottle on a hook on the roof of the tent. Then he dragged the long hose and squatted down beside me, and stabbed the needle on the back of my right hand with his hands and feet.

"Rest well," the hygienist said to me with a smile on her face, "and you'll feel better when you get up asleep." ”

I looked at the bottle of liquid hanging from the roof of the tent and couldn't guess if I was infusing saline, or glucose. I only felt tired, so I answered vaguely and closed my eyes.

The rumbling of cannon woke me from my slumber, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the first thing I could see was light coming through the cracks in the curtain at the door. It was already dawn outside, and the German offensive against us had begun again.

I lifted my intact right hand and moved it to my eyes, realizing that the needle on the back of my hand had been removed at some point. I struggled to sit up and looked around the tent, where the hygienist was nowhere to be found, except for the two wounded men who were still asleep. Hearing the clear sound of gunfire outside, I couldn't sit still any longer, so I got up and walked out.

The first-aid camp in the forest is no more than a dozen tents, but it is a busy scene. The wounded who were originally in the tent. Male and female hygienists with red cross emblems on their arms were carried out one after another, and people with stretchers were placed in the open space, waiting for the arrival of transport vehicles.

I pulled a male hygienist who passed by and asked him aloud, "Where is the command?" ”

He glanced at me and pointed, "It's over there." After saying that, he ran into the tent and carried the wounded.

I walked in the direction he was pointing, and the more I went, the clearer the sound of gunfire became, 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 hot pain.

I walked for about ten minutes before I saw the house of the command post where I had been yesterday, so I covered my left shoulder with my right hand and trotted over at a faster pace.

There were quite a few people in the command post, in addition to Rokossovsky, Zakharov, political commissar Lobachev, and chief of staff Malinin, there was also General Katukov, who was still wearing the rank of colonel, and they were gathered around the table to listen to Rokossovsky's arrangement of combat missions.

I was standing next to me, hesitating whether I should report my arrival to Rokossovsky in accordance with the regulations, but I didn't expect Malinin to see me at a glance and immediately said in amazement: "Comrade Oshanina, you are back?" ”

His words diverted everyone's attention from the map to me, and I took a step forward with some embarrassment, straightened up and saluted Rokossovsky: "Comrade commander, Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina reports to you. ”

Rokossovsky did not return the salute, but rushed in front of me in three steps and two steps, grabbed my empty sleeve, stared at me with a straight eye, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with your hand?" ”

I looked down and immediately understood that he had misunderstood, and quickly explained: "Xie Lu Xie Commander Xie's concern, I just received a knife in the shoulder, and my hand is fine. He patted his left hand with his right hand through his clothes, and continued: "Look, my hand is still here, and when the wound on my shoulder is healed, I can jump and dance again as before." ”

After a brief greeting, we returned to the table and sat down and continued to listen to Rokossovsky's assignments.

Through his explanation, I learned that in yesterday's battle, it was General Katukov's 1st Guards Tank Brigade and the remnants of Colonel Gaidukov's 17th Cavalry Division that appeared in time to relieve us of the siege. After nightfall, the 18th Infantry Division and the 289th Anti-Tank Brigade, which had been transferred from other defenses, entered the positions one after another.

Rokossovsky pointed to the map and said: "...... In yesterday's battle, although the enemy once occupied the first line of defense of our army, under the stubborn counterattack of our army, the fascist bandits who occupied the position have been completely wiped out by us. At this time, the Germans, under the cover of tanks, launched a frantic attack on our troops, and at the moment defending in the first trench was the 18th Infantry Division, which arrived last night, although they were only militia divisions, they showed great tenacity and had repelled two frantic attacks of the enemy today. And the 289th Anti-Tank Regiment, which has performed well recently, has also set up positions at the edge of the forest, which can give the tanks of the invading fascist bandits a head-on attack......"

"Comrade Commander," Rokossovsky had not yet finished his task, when a shouting officer suddenly ran outside, shouting loudly as he ran.

"What's the matter?" Rokossovsky, who was interrupted, turned around, looked at the fussed officer with great dissatisfaction, and asked impatiently. Seeing the commander's serious expression, the officer realized his gaffe and hurriedly stood up and saluted, but there was still uncontrollable joy on his face, and he reported loudly: "Report to Comrade Commander, Alexandra Red Banner Song and Dance Troupe has arrived!" ”

Listening to his report, almost everyone except me gave a loud sigh, and Commissar Lobachev excitedly said to Rokossovsky: "Great! Comrade commander, this is tantamount to sending us reserves! ”

"Let's go! Check it all out! When the commander heard the news, he also lost his temper, and walked outside as he spoke, and the rest of the people also stood up and followed him out of the back. After a few seconds, I was the only one in the room sitting in a daze.

"Alexandra Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe? What kind of song and dance troupe is this, which can make everyone so excited. The commissar even called them 'reserves'? "If you have the heart to ask someone, all the people in the room have gone out with the commander, and they can't ask if they want to. I hesitated, but got up and walked out of the command post.