Chapter 1294: 1294
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"Ah..." there was a sudden panic, and the woman's high decibel voice echoed in the night sky.
Gustaev's fingers had been hooked on the trigger and intended to suddenly kill everyone in the room, but it was different from what he thought.
There are women in here!
He found that the curtain he had opened seemed white. It was not good. Is this a field hospital? These people in front of us are angels in white?
Even if the Soviet Union did not accede to the Geneva Convention, as soldiers, there are still some norms to abide by.
For example, don't attack the hospital.
Although the hospital serves the enemy, and the existence of the hospital will save more enemy lives and then put them into the battlefield, the respect for the angels in white does not distinguish between national boundaries, the enemy and ourselves.
For example, when the battle is over, some prisoners will also receive treatment.
Therefore, in principle, gustayev can't attack these doctors, let alone as if they were resting and only wearing pajamas.
Gustav knew he had found the wrong place. He wanted to step back, but footsteps came behind him.
No, the Romanians are coming!
"You can't run away. Surrender!" At this time, Hans, who was out of breath, finally chased him. He hid behind the wall outside, only more than ten meters away from the other party. As long as he pulled the trigger, he could kill the other party.
At the same time, the other party is now facing him with his back. Don't worry that the other party's machine gun will shoot at him.
However, Hans had greater psychological pressure. He also heard the cry of the women inside. He knew that all the people here were members of the medical team from Germany, and maybe there was aunt MIA.
If he pulls the trigger, he can't guarantee to be killed with one shot. Even if the other party pulls the trigger within a second or two before he dies, it will pose a threat to the people inside.
I can't escape. Surrender! Now Hans can only induce the other party to surrender.
However, when he heard the impure Russian in the back, gustaefton turned hard, quickly turned in and shouted, "stand together, don't shout, or I'll shoot!"
Gustayev won't worry about someone shooting behind him. They are afraid of accidental injury and don't dare to shoot at themselves. Now, gustayev doesn't really want to hurt these people. He just uses them.
People outside are sure to come in to rescue. Whoever dares to come in will kill anyone. They still kill the enemy, not these angels in white.
Now, gustayev's ruthlessness frightened the others. They dared not speak any more. Trembling, they hid in a corner according to gustayev's instructions.
They are medical teams and have been on the battlefield before. Even if there is a rumble of artillery outside, they can safely operate on the wounded soldiers in the operating room.
However, it is different now. Now they are directly pointed at by people with guns. Their inner fear arises spontaneously. After all, they are still women.
Mia's heart is calm.
Unlike these women who lived in a peaceful environment since childhood, Mia's life has never lacked waves. At the beginning, she dared to cross the ocean alone. Mia's heart has long been tempered very strong.
The medical staff around her are in their twenties. When they grew up, the Empire has begun to expand. They have not experienced these things now.
Mia squatted low. She knew that if people outside wanted to shoot, they must hit each other in the chest. As long as they were lower, they might avoid danger.
Then, she was shocked and heard the voice outside. MIA immediately recognized that it was Hans!
She came here with the medical team, mainly to serve the 502 heavy tank battalion. In addition to Hans, there are some other people who need to be taken care of. Moreover, before she came, Mia received Hanna's sincere request to let Hans go to the war less if possible.
After the result came, Hans fell down and his brain was concussed. It was really not suitable to go back immediately.
So MIA planned to let Hans stay. Now it seems that Hans is not idle at all. He ran out to ambush again.
What now?
Mia couldn't shout. If she did, Hans would be more dangerous. At the same time, the Russian who rushed in obviously intended to take his own side as a hostage.
What should I do?
Mia's mind was spinning rapidly. Suddenly, she thought of an idea. She stood up slowly and trembled in her voice: "Hey, your calf is bleeding. If you don't wrap it up, you will soon lose too much blood and faint."
Hanging the lottery?
Gustayev had just run all the way. He didn't think he was very good. Now he looked down. Sure enough, blood was flowing out of his calf and stomach.
Was it caused by shooting at each other just when he broke in? Gustayev said carelessly, "it's all right, don't worry!"
"Now, your blood has flowed about 500 ml, and the flow rate is 50 ml per second. In this way, in five minutes at most, half of your blood will flow out, and you will fall into a coma. Don't you really plan to wrap it up?" Mia spoke in a trembling voice, like fear.
"Strange, are you worried about an enemy like me? Wouldn't it be better if I were unconscious? " Gustayev said that he was still observing the outside carefully, only occasionally turning his head.
"I'm just a doctor. In my eyes, there are only patients and no enemies." Mia said, slowly walked forward a few steps and grabbed a medicine box at the head of the bed.
Gustayev frowned and tried to stop it. However, the pain from his lower leg made him change his mind again. So he turned and sat in the corner, holding a gun and pointing at the other women.
"If you dare to play any tricks, I can only pull the trigger." Gustayev said.
He may face off until dawn. Gustayev doesn't want to lose blood and coma prematurely. He knows all these. Now, he can only risk asking the other party's doctor to bandage himself.
Mia didn't speak, but walked slowly over, opened the medicine box, took out the gauze from it, and bound gustayev's leg, circle after circle.
Mia bandaged her very carefully. Gustayev felt that his wound was much better. He squeezed two words out of his mouth: "thank you!"
Then, he twisted the muzzle of the gun and was ready to continue to pass it out along the door. At the moment he turned around, Mia's hand crossed his neck intentionally or unintentionally.
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"Ah..." there was a sudden panic, and the woman's high decibel voice echoed in the night sky.
Gustaev's fingers had been hooked on the trigger and intended to suddenly kill everyone in the room, but it was different from what he thought.
There are women in here!
He found that the curtain he had opened seemed white. It was not good. Is this a field hospital? These people in front of us are angels in white?
Even if the Soviet Union did not accede to the Geneva Convention, as soldiers, there are still some norms to abide by.
For example, don't attack the hospital.
Although the hospital serves the enemy, and the existence of the hospital will save more enemy lives and then put them into the battlefield, the respect for the angels in white does not distinguish between national boundaries, the enemy and ourselves.
For example, when the battle is over, some prisoners will also receive treatment.
Therefore, in principle, gustayev can't attack these doctors, let alone as if they were resting and only wearing pajamas.
Gustav knew he had found the wrong place. He wanted to step back, but footsteps came behind him.
No, the Romanians are coming!
"You can't run away. Surrender!" At this time, Hans, who was out of breath, finally chased him. He hid behind the wall outside, only more than ten meters away from the other party. As long as he pulled the trigger, he could kill the other party.
At the same time, the other party is now facing him with his back. Don't worry that the other party's machine gun will shoot at him.
However, Hans had greater psychological pressure. He also heard the cry of the women inside. He knew that all the people here were members of the medical team from Germany, and maybe there was aunt MIA.
If he pulls the trigger, he can't guarantee to be killed with one shot. Even if the other party pulls the trigger within a second or two before he dies, it will pose a threat to the people inside.
I can't escape. Surrender! Now Hans can only induce the other party to surrender.
However, when he heard the impure Russian in the back, gustaefton turned hard, quickly turned in and shouted, "stand together, don't shout, or I'll shoot!"
Gustayev won't worry about someone shooting behind him. They are afraid of accidental injury and don't dare to shoot at themselves. Now, gustayev doesn't really want to hurt these people. He just uses them.
People outside are sure to come in to rescue. Whoever dares to come in will kill anyone. They still kill the enemy, not these angels in white.
Now, gustayev's ruthlessness frightened the others. They dared not speak any more. Trembling, they hid in a corner according to gustayev's instructions.
They are medical teams and have been on the battlefield before. Even if there is a rumble of artillery outside, they can safely operate on the wounded soldiers in the operating room.
However, it is different now. Now they are directly pointed at by people with guns. Their inner fear arises spontaneously. After all, they are still women.
Mia's heart is calm.
Unlike these women who lived in a peaceful environment since childhood, Mia's life has never lacked waves. At the beginning, she dared to cross the ocean alone. Mia's heart has long been tempered very strong.
The medical staff around her are in their twenties. When they grew up, the Empire has begun to expand. They have not experienced these things now.
Mia squatted low. She knew that if people outside wanted to shoot, they must hit each other in the chest. As long as they were lower, they might avoid danger.
Then, she was shocked and heard the voice outside. MIA immediately recognized that it was Hans!
She came here with the medical team, mainly to serve the 502 heavy tank battalion. In addition to Hans, there are some other people who need to be taken care of. Moreover, before she came, Mia received Hanna's sincere request to let Hans go to the war less if possible.
After the result came, Hans fell down and his brain was concussed. It was really not suitable to go back immediately.
So MIA planned to let Hans stay. Now it seems that Hans is not idle at all. He ran out to ambush again.
What now?
Mia couldn't shout. If she did, Hans would be more dangerous. At the same time, the Russian who rushed in obviously intended to take his own side as a hostage.
What should I do?
Mia's mind was spinning rapidly. Suddenly, she thought of an idea. She stood up slowly and trembled in her voice: "Hey, your calf is bleeding. If you don't wrap it up, you will soon lose too much blood and faint."
Hanging the lottery?
Gustayev had just run all the way. He didn't think he was very good. Now he looked down. Sure enough, blood was flowing out of his calf and stomach.
Was it caused by shooting at each other just when he broke in? Gustayev said carelessly, "it's all right, don't worry!"
"Now, your blood has flowed about 500 ml, and the flow rate is 50 ml per second. In this way, in five minutes at most, half of your blood will flow out, and you will fall into a coma. Don't you really plan to wrap it up?" Mia spoke in a trembling voice, like fear.
"Strange, are you worried about an enemy like me? Wouldn't it be better if I were unconscious? " Gustayev said that he was still observing the outside carefully, only occasionally turning his head.
"I'm just a doctor. In my eyes, there are only patients and no enemies." Mia said, slowly walked forward a few steps and grabbed a medicine box at the head of the bed.
Gustayev frowned and tried to stop it. However, the pain from his lower leg made him change his mind again. So he turned and sat in the corner, holding a gun and pointing at the other women.
"If you dare to play any tricks, I can only pull the trigger." Gustayev said.
He may face off until dawn. Gustayev doesn't want to lose blood and coma prematurely. He knows all these. Now, he can only risk asking the other party's doctor to bandage himself.
Mia didn't speak, but walked slowly over, opened the medicine box, took out the gauze from it, and bound gustayev's leg, circle after circle.
Mia bandaged her very carefully. Gustayev felt that his wound was much better. He squeezed two words out of his mouth: "thank you!"
Then, he twisted the muzzle of the gun and was ready to continue to pass it out along the door. At the moment he turned around, Mia's hand crossed his neck intentionally or unintentionally.
"Ah..." there was a sudden panic, and the woman's high decibel voice echoed in the night sky.Gustaev's fingers had been hooked on the trigger and intended to suddenly kill everyone in the room, but it was different from what he thought.There are women in here!He found that the curtain he had opened seemed white. It was not good. Is this a field hospital? These people in front of us are angels in white?Even if the Soviet Union did not accede to the Geneva Convention, as soldiers, there are still some norms to abide by.For example, don't attack the hospital.Although the hospital serves the enemy, and the existence of the hospital will save more enemy lives and then put them into the battlefield, the respect for the angels in white does not distinguish between national boundaries, the enemy and ourselves.For example, when the battle is over, some prisoners will also receive treatment.Therefore, in principle, gustayev can't attack these doctors, let alone as if they were resting and only wearing pajamas.Gustav knew he had found the wrong place. He wanted to step back, but footsteps came behind him.No, the Romanians are coming!"You can't run away. Surrender!" At this time, Hans, who was out of breath, finally chased him. He hid behind the wall outside, only more than ten meters away from the other party. As long as he pulled the trigger, he could kill the other party.At the same time, the other party is now facing him with his back. Don't worry that the other party's machine gun will shoot at him.However, Hans had greater psychological pressure. He also heard the cry of the women inside. He knew that all the people here were members of the medical team from Germany, and maybe there was aunt MIA.If he pulls the trigger, he can't guarantee to be killed with one shot. Even if the other party pulls the trigger within a second or two before he dies, it will pose a threat to the people inside.I can't escape. Surrender! Now Hans can only induce the other party to surrender.However, when he heard the impure Russian in the back, gustaefton turned hard, quickly turned in and shouted, "stand together, don't shout, or I'll shoot!"Gustayev won't worry about someone shooting behind him. They are afraid of accidental injury and don't dare to shoot at themselves. Now, gustayev doesn't really want to hurt these people. He just uses them.People outside are sure to come in to rescue. Whoever dares to come in will kill anyone. They still kill the enemy, not these angels in white.Now, gustayev's ruthlessness frightened the others. They dared not speak any more. Trembling, they hid in a corner according to gustayev's instructions.They are medical teams and have been on the battlefield before. Even if there is a rumble of artillery outside, they can safely operate on the wounded soldiers in the operating room.However, it is different now. Now they are directly pointed at by people with guns. Their inner fear arises spontaneously. After all, they are still women.Mia's heart is calm.Unlike these women who lived in a peaceful environment since childhood, Mia's life has never lacked waves. At the beginning, she dared to cross the ocean alone. Mia's heart has long been tempered very strong.The medical staff around her are in their twenties. When they grew up, the Empire has begun to expand. They have not experienced these things now.Mia squatted low. She knew that if people outside wanted to shoot, they must hit each other in the chest. As long as they were lower, they might avoid danger.Then, she was shocked and heard the voice outside. MIA immediately recognized that it was Hans!She came here with the medical team, mainly to serve the 502 heavy tank battalion. In addition to Hans, there are some other people who need to be taken care of. Moreover, before she came, Mia received Hanna's sincere request to let Hans go to the war less if possible.After the result came, Hans fell down and his brain was concussed. It was really not suitable to go back immediately.So MIA planned to let Hans stay. Now it seems that Hans is not idle at all. He ran out to ambush again.What now?Mia couldn't shout. If she did, Hans would be more dangerous. At the same time, the Russian who rushed in obviously intended to take his own side as a hostage.What should I do?Mia's mind was spinning rapidly. Suddenly, she thought of an idea. She stood up slowly and trembled in her voice: "Hey, your calf is bleeding. If you don't wrap it up, you will soon lose too much blood and faint."Hanging the lottery?Gustayev had just run all the way. He didn't think he was very good. Now he looked down. Sure enough, blood was flowing out of his calf and stomach.Was it caused by shooting at each other just when he broke in? Gustayev said carelessly, "it's all right, don't worry!""Now, your blood has flowed about 500 ml, and the flow rate is 50 ml per second. In this way, in five minutes at most, half of your blood will flow out, and you will fall into a coma. Don't you really plan to wrap it up?" Mia spoke in a trembling voice, like fear."Strange, are you worried about an enemy like me? Wouldn't it be better if I were unconscious? " Gustayev said that he was still observing the outside carefully, only occasionally turning his head."I'm just a doctor. In my eyes, there are only patients and no enemies." Mia said, slowly walked forward a few steps and grabbed a medicine box at the head of the bed.Gustayev frowned and tried to stop it. However, the pain from his lower leg made him change his mind again. So he turned and sat in the corner, holding a gun and pointing at the other women."If you dare to play any tricks, I can only pull the trigger." Gustayev said.He may face off until dawn. Gustayev doesn't want to lose blood and coma prematurely. He knows all these. Now, he can only risk asking the other party's doctor to bandage himself.Mia didn't speak, but walked slowly over, opened the medicine box, took out the gauze from it, and bound gustayev's leg, circle after circle.Mia bandaged her very carefully. Gustayev felt that his wound was much better. He squeezed two words out of his mouth: "thank you!"Then, he twisted the muzzle of the gun and was ready to continue to pass it out along the door. At the moment he turned around, Mia's hand crossed his neck intentionally or unintentionally.
