Everyone has said that fate is a friendship. What does fate mean? This is called life-saving friendship. Never leaving your brother when life and death are on the line. This is life-saving friendship.
Lin Zhen lay on Xiang Ying's back and couldn't stop crying, but Xiang Ying still had time to joke!
"Don't pee like a horse, I don't mean well either..." Xiang Ying gasped tiredly.
"I'm just... using you as a human shield... If the French guy shoots over, you two hundred pounds will become my shield..."
"Hahaha..." Lin Zhen laughed angrily, "That's right, my butt is so thick that I won't die even if I take a few bullets..."
It was a joke, but when Lin Zhen turned his head and saw the blood and corpses of his brothers, tears welled up in his eyes again.
It was so tragic. Just a few hundred meters away, more than twenty brothers lay in a pool of blood, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. Long bloodstains on the wild road marked their path.
"Here we go... rush into the town, seize the houses... and occupy the commanding heights!"
Fatty Jin also worked hard today. He actually ran into the vanguard queue and was the first group to rush into the small town. Tou Tou saw a group of French wounded soldiers hiding in the corner of the house for treatment.
It turned out that the French also used this town as a refuge, and countless seriously injured people were gathered here. Jin Sanshun even saw a dozen female nurses rescuing people here.
"No one is allowed to move... No one is allowed to move..." The wolf-like Zhiyuan sailors rushed into the yard and houses with rifles raised, scaring the female nurses into screaming.
Several lightly wounded French soldiers jumped up and tried to defend themselves. However, they were no match for these bloodthirsty soldiers. Several bayonets were stabbed in, and the wounded soldiers were nailed to the wall.
"No one is allowed to move... Those who resist will be killed... Those who surrender will be spared death!" Simple French words were repeated back and forth. Although the pronunciation was extremely non-standard, at least these people understood them.
The wounded soldiers, doctors and nurses did not dare to move, and they allowed the Chinese to seize their weapons and ammunition one by one.
At this time, there was a sudden sound of gun explosions and the dull sound of shotgun shooting on the street. Veterans such as Yan Xing and Jiang Yuheng were already at war with the counterattacking French army.
With the support of the complex terrain of the town, the Chinese people can put their skills in street fighting to full use. These most targeted weapons can always make the French army flee.
The snipers hiding on low walls, windows, and roofs accurately shot valuable enemy targets, while the assault troops in the alleys used guns and shotguns to quickly clear the area and harvest lives.
After just half an hour of fighting, two-thirds of the town had been controlled by the sailors, and only a limited number of French troops were huddled in the town's church.
The French army on the periphery is gathering, and it seems that they cannot launch an attack within twenty minutes!
"Rest... take a ten-minute rotation, replenish food and fresh water, and the medical team will bandage it quickly!"
Taking advantage of the short rest time on the battlefield, the sailors were finally able to take a breath. They snatched dry food and water from the French army, including medicines. The soldiers who had no ammunition even gave up Mauser and chose French rifles and ammunition.
Xiang Ying put Lin Zhen down and found some clean gauze to bandage the wound on his arm. Fortunately, he also found a large bottle of medical alcohol.
"Endure the pain!" Xiang Ying untied the gauze on Lin Zhen's left arm, looked at the arm with a little skin still attached, gritted his teeth and poured the alcohol on it.
"Ah!" Lin Zhen roared, almost fainting from the pain, and there were beads of sweat as big as soybeans on his forehead.
"Be patient, brother, I'll give you new gauze..."
At this time, a voice suddenly sounded next to Xiang Ying. A female nurse whispered in French, "It cannot be bandaged directly, it must be sutured...otherwise his blood will drain out!"
Of course Xiang Ying understands French. In addition to her mother tongue, Xiang Ying is also very proficient in English and German. Although her French is a little inferior, there is still no problem in daily communication.
He turned to look at the French nurse, his eyes full of vigilance and distrust.
The young nurse was very nervous, her legs were even shaking, but she still mustered up the courage to say, "I am from the Red Cross, I am not a soldier... I swear to God that I did not lie to you..."
"I can help you suture the wound, but you must agree to us continuing to rescue the wounded... Please return the medical supplies you can't use to us..."
Oh, everyone understands this. It turns out that help is not unconditional!
Xiang Ying looked at Lin Zhen and asked, "Do you believe her? I can tell you in advance that this is a woman from an enemy country, and she might poison you..."
Lin Zhen chuckled, "Life and death, wealth and honor are in the sky! It makes me uncomfortable to hang half a catty of meat like this...sew it up!"
Lin Zhen nodded, and the soldiers around him took half a step back. Only then did the cautious nurse dare to move forward. Only when she really saw the wound did she realize the seriousness of the injury.
"You should have sutured it immediately... Such a large piece of muscle has been cut open, and only a little skin is left connected. The blood vessels have been damaged. If you don't suture it, you will bleed to death..."
The nurse skillfully began to sterilize the tools. The long needle was connected to the sterilized cotton thread, and her dexterous hands held the black and purple muscle and began to sew.
Every time the needle pierced, the muscles on Lin Zhen's face twitched, and every time the cotton thread was pulled, he broke out in cold sweat. But how could a big man lose his face in front of a woman? Lin Zhen endured it for a long time without even making a sound.
Xiang Ying turned around and left the broken house. At this time, Jin Sanshun ran over, "The inventory is over. We have captured a total of 310 wounded people, as well as four doctors and 12 female nurses..."
"Xiang Ying, have you noticed that since we rushed into the town, the French have been gathering outside the town for a long time, but they were all tentative attacks. Our snipers fired a few shots and they retreated..."
"These bastards are throwing their weight behind the wall! These 300 people are our meat votes!"
What Jin Sanshun said is true. Since the sailors took control of the town, the intensity of the French army's attack outside has indeed decreased. It seems that they are also afraid that the Chinese will harm these wounded.
Xiang Ying took out his telescope and looked around, then nodded, "Now the Prussian army is fighting very fiercely, and it looks like a breakthrough is just around the corner... Let's not charge blindly, let's rely on the town's defense here!"
More than 300 wounded French soldiers became prisoners of Xiang Ying and others. The sailors took quick action and set up defense lines around the town. Engineers even buried guns in the buildings on the edge.
Jin Sanshun specially selected a female nurse and tore his white coat to pieces. The female nurse was so frightened that she thought the fat man was obsessed with sex and was showing off his bestiality.
Jin Sanshun cursed, "Shut up! I don't like Yangma, I just like the atmosphere of the Jiangnan water town... Take this white flag and go out and tell the French troops..."
"If they dare to attack, I will kill the prisoners!"
