Chapter 764: German-Soviet War (78)

"We lost another 13 snipers today?" In the underground command post of Smolensk, Commander Shaposhnikov frowned deeply as he looked at the casualty report in his hand.

Because the German snipers were too rampant, he had to send out his own snipers as the finale in advance to try to counterattack the German snipers. They didn't have many snipers. The total number of snipers in Smolensk was only more than 500. In just a few days, they had lost nearly one-fifth of their snipers. "Are the German snipers so powerful?"

"Well, comrade commander, it's not that the German snipers are powerful. Most of our snipers were lost by the enemy's heavy firepower. Once the German snipers found our snipers, they would immediately call for fire support. Sometimes they could destroy a building for one of our snipers." The German firepower is simply insane.

This is just like the superior horse versus the medium horse, and the medium horse versus the inferior horse in Tian Ji's horse race. The German snipers specialize in dealing with Soviet infantry and use heavy firepower to deal with Soviet snipers. Naturally, Soviet snipers can only be eliminated.

At this time, the logistics general in charge of medical supplies reported a more worrying problem. "Comrade Commander, our reserve medicines are a little insufficient. Especially anesthetics and plasma for rescuing the wounded are about to run out."

"..." Commander Shaposhnikov had stockpiled as many medicines as possible before, but when the German ground forces launched the attack, the casualties on their side were completely beyond his imagination, and the consumption of medicines naturally became faster and faster; it has only been more than a month since the fight started, and more than half of the medicines have been consumed. But now Smolensk has been completely surrounded, what can he do? Could it be made out of thin air? He doesn't have that ability.

"Leave life-saving medicines to the seriously injured as much as possible." After a long time, Commander Shaposhnikov said that this was not a solution.

But the logistics general shook his head slowly. "Comrade Commander, if the lightly wounded are delayed in treatment, they will eventually deteriorate into seriously injured ones." At that time, no matter whether they are lightly wounded or seriously injured, they will not be able to escape the fate of death.

"..." Commander Shaposhnikov certainly knew the consequences, but he really couldn't bear to give a cruel order to give up treating the seriously wounded and let these heroes who sacrificed their lives for the motherland and the people fend for themselves.

After a long while, Commander Shaposhnikov still didn't make up his mind, and the logistics general took the initiative to speak. "Comrade Commander Shaposhnikov, I propose to give up treating those seriously wounded in the future and let the lightly wounded recover their combat effectiveness as much as possible. I will be responsible for this order."

Commander Shaposhnikov sighed deeply. "I am the commander-in-chief, so I am naturally responsible. I will send a telegram to Moscow. Convey this order to various medical rooms."

At this time, the medical treatment stations in the underground were crowded. The wounded were lying on the ground or on simple beds, and the sounds of painful wailing were coming one after another, just like hell. Looking at these bloody and unconscious wounded, or screaming heartbreakingly, no one could tell whether they were lucky or unlucky compared to the soldiers who died in the battle.

A doctor with a white coat that was almost invisible and bloodshot eyes was skillfully checking a batch of new wounded who had just been sent in. It was indeed "skillful". He only took a glance at each wounded, and this glance could decide the life and death of these wounded.

"Give him a blood transfusion immediately!" The wounded was shot in the leg. The wound was not serious, but he had lost too much blood. "Use new gauze for him, be careful not to get infected."

"He is already dying, let someone carry him out." Although the wounded still had a weak breath, the doctor could see that he was beyond saving. The wounded man's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to prove that he still needed to be rescued, but after a few seconds, the life in his eyes gradually faded, and he stared wide-eyed, dying with his eyes wide open.

The next wounded man's legs were blown up horribly. "He needs both legs amputated!"

Just then a soldier hurried over, pulled the doctor aside, and whispered something in his ear.

"What?!" After hearing the news conveyed by the soldier, the doctor was shocked. "Who gave this order?!"

The soldier said very seriously. "It was an order personally issued by Commander Shaposhnikov. The commander said that you must obey unconditionally, and this is also to treat more wounded."

"..." The doctor's mouth twitched slightly, his chest rose and fell violently, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burst out.

After a long while, he gradually calmed down and turned to walk to the wounded man whose legs were blown up. "Carry him into the operating room, I'll operate on him." If he followed the order issued by Commander Shaposhnikov, the wounded would have to be carried out to die on his own. He felt a little sorry for it, so he decided to operate on the wounded himself, saving as many as possible.

Soon, the "lucky" wounded was carried into the operating room surrounded by a white cloth.

The doctor tied the wounded's limbs tightly to the operating table with a rope as thick as a thumb, and said as he tied them. "Young man, we don't have enough anesthetics, so we can only give you local anesthesia. It will hurt, you have to bear it!"

"Thank you, doctor!" The wounded expressed his gratitude very weakly.

The doctor didn't have time to put on the surgical gown. Anyway, this place doesn't care about these things, what matters is the speed of the operation.

After injecting anesthetic into the patient's legs, the nurse handed over a hacksaw. This scary hacksaw was obviously not a disposable machine. The anti-skid pattern on the handle had obvious blood stains, which had turned black.

The doctor took the hacksaw and began to cut the patient's left leg.

"Ah!!"

I don't know if the anesthetic was too little or the pain was too much to ignore. The patient on the operating table screamed heartbreakingly and struggled desperately.

Although the patient was in excruciating pain, the doctor had no intention of stopping. He kept cutting back and forth. Until the left knee, part of the thigh bone, and the surrounding flesh and blood were all sawed off. The huge pain made the patient faint. Throwing the cut things into the trash can beside him, the doctor changed a hacksaw, walked to the other side, and began to cut the patient's right leg.

"Ouch!!"

The huge pain woke the wounded man up, but he fainted again after a while. After repeated fainting and waking up and fainting, the doctor finally completed his operation.

"Bandage him! Use new gauze, and be careful not to get infected!"