Chapter 389: Full-level military doctor
“Morphine!!”
Benjamin Solomon, a health worker belonging to the A Battalion of the 338th Regiment of the 4th Division, pressed the wounded man’s thigh wound firmly, and blood flowed from his fingers. Seeping out from the cracks, wearing glasses and looking polite.
The wounded screamed miserably.
Occupying "Cina" and holding the throat, they were attacked by more than 5,000 people from the 12th Cavalry Regiment and the Spanish Foreign Legion.
More than 570 people VS 5000!
The scene entered into a strong smell of gunpowder from the very beginning.
In his temporary operating room, there were more than 30 injured people, sitting on the ground swaying like this, seriously in shock.
Sudden, sudden, sudden...
A sudden burst of gunshots at close range made Benjamin Solomon startled, and he looked outside nervously.
His hospital is less than 100 meters away from the periphery.
Bang!
The door of the room was kicked open, and a pseudo-government soldier in dark green clothes rushed in with a gun. When he saw the wounded inside, his eyes suddenly lit up!
This is simply a butcher entering the pigsty.
Pull the trigger on the nearest wounded person, killing him.
Of course, Benjamin Solomon couldn't tolerate him. He picked up the AR-15 automatic rifle on the table and shot the opponent down with one shot. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, two more armed drug dealers rushed into the infirmary.
The one at the front was swept to death before he could react.
The other man roared and rushed towards Solomon with a bayonet, but obviously...
The gentle doctor is also a master of knives.
He swung his hands round and hit the opponent's face hard with the butt of the gun. You could hear the sound of bones breaking. His eyes were smashed. He screamed and died on the spot!
After knocking over three bastards, Solomon held his rifle and headed outside to call for help. Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he ran into five soldiers rushing towards him.
He spread his legs, placed the AR-15 automatic rifle on his waist, pulled the trigger, and knocked down two of them with one stroke.
Tap-tat-tat~
The bullets are out, and the short position is idle.
At this time, two soldiers rushed up with bayonets. Solomon kicked one of them's bayonet away. He took out his dagger and performed a surgical operation on the other's neck, stabbing him six or seven times in a row. Second-rate.
Seeing how tough this military doctor was, the other two glanced at each other, swallowed, and rushed forward together with strange screams.
Solomon's adrenaline surged, and he stabbed one of them three times, but the bayonet also fell to the ground. He could only fight hand-to-hand with the remaining soldier. The two sides fought each other on the ground, and his glasses All were knocked out.
A gunshot rang out.
A lightly wounded man came out from behind and killed the opponent with a pistol.
Solomon gasped quickly and picked up his glasses from the ground, but the temples were broken. He could only fix them with gauze. While fixing them, he walked to the bathroom, "It's not safe here anymore, let's go." , move all the wounded back!”
"Solomon, where are you?" a wounded man asked.
He picked up an m249 light machine gun and collected bullets. Solomon, whose face was covered with blood, looked at them, "Take care of yourself, I will come back."
After that, he He took off his armband symbolizing "medical soldier" and rushed towards the position alone.
After a while, there was the roar of bullets and the screams of puppet government soldiers.
Hoo~~! !
On the front battlefield of "Qina", soldiers of the 12th Cavalry Regiment carried M2 flamethrowers and sprayed them on the eaves of the village entrance. The high temperature set the house on fire. They planned to push it across.
But he was not happy for long. A stray bullet hit the injector and exploded on the spot, burning the opponent's whole body and screaming miserably.
"Machine Gun Immortal" John Basilone squatted in the trench at half the height of a man, the machine gun in his hand roared, and the deputy shooter next to him was holding a bullet chain, knocking two enemy soldiers straight away. .
At another firepower point is an M2 Browning heavy machine gun, designed to target infantry.
"Infantry tank!" The deputy shooter pointed into the distance.
John Basilone saw a "big product" running rampant. The US military's M113 armored personnel carrier, nicknamed "Battlefield Taxi", was tracked.
The machine guns up there were firing everywhere, and I learned my lesson. I deliberately walked along the house to avoid the Browning heavy machine guns. The other 7.62 hit me and couldn't penetrate the armor at all.
But how do you say something?
Don’t be too arrogant, someone will take care of you.
Not long after he was proud, a Northern Army soldier held an M72 rocket launcher and fired a shot at it.
Directly into the soul!
The infantrymen who followed were also unlucky. Many people were injured by the exploded fragments and lay on the ground wailing.
For a while, it was really impossible to break through the defense line.
Afraid, everyone ran back.
In a woods outside the battlefield of "Qina" village.
Barry Thomas, commander of the 12th Cavalry Regiment, put down his telescope angrily and cursed, "It was almost, it was almost!"
This is the third time that so many of them have been blocked outside a small village.
"Kill the person who led the charge! Who told them to retreat!" Barry Thomas cursed at the subordinates around him.
"Commander, Battalion Commander Custer was killed..."
This made the opponent's neck creak, his eyes were sinister, and his head suddenly turned to a white officer standing next to him. , "General Carvajal, the Spanish Foreign Legion is ready to go!"
Olmo Carvajal's lips were very thin. He squinted and looked at the corpses on the battlefield. His eyelids trembled and he shook his head, "We refuse."
What a joke.
Have you ever seen the Foreign Legion engage in positional warfare?
600 people are going to be filler babies?
That would be too luxurious.
Each one has undergone 35 weeks of special training. What they should do is infiltration behind enemy lines, beheadings and guarding important targets, rather than being a "lucky boy" in this "war of attrition".
Captain Barry Thomas was so angry, he was a bastard Spaniard.
As expected, there is no such thing as a good bastard.
But there is no way. Who gives people the independence and autonomy? Although it is said to be under the name of the Central Government, they can fight if they want and evacuate if they don’t want to fight. No one can arrange it for them.
"Commander, withdraw first." The chief of staff next to him lowered his voice, and then said in a voice that only two people could hear, "We cannot destroy all the soldiers. This is our nature. Otherwise, this leader will no longer be yours when you return.”
"We should retain some strength."
Barry Thomas narrowed his eyes and his heart trembled.
Many high-ranking officials in the Mexican military are already a little "different" and they can see it. They have entered a period of melee. With soldiers, talents and money, can Popovich be president?
Why can’t I remonstrate?
You know, the Mexican mutiny has a strong history of mutiny.
After all, the army is full of men.
Do you know why many people who watch talk shows are women?
And why can’t men be too idle in the army?
Because, among three men, the king of ideas will emerge.
Just like now...
The chief of staff asked the regiment commander to conserve his troops!
Barry Thomas was silent for a moment, glanced at the other party, and nodded slowly, "Withdraw troops!"
"Don't rush again?" Olmo Carvajal was beside him He asked with a frown.
"My soldiers are also soldiers. If you think you can defeat them, leave it to France."
"Withdraw 10 kilometers away!"
"Yes!"
The Spanish man didn't expect that this Mexican could be such a tough guy. He was startled, and then he got a little confused, but his reason told him that there was no need to argue with him, and he took a deep look at the village of "Cina" , walked away gloomily.
Don’t go to war!
John Basilone looked at the piles of dead people. His hands were shaking a little and he wanted to get a cigarette. He didn't feel it just now, but after the battle, his hands were numb and there was still obvious recoil. A cigarette was handed over.
He raised his head and glanced. It was a sergeant. He was holding it in his mouth, and the other person hurriedly lit a cigarette for him.
John Basilone suddenly saw a dozen wounded people standing among the dead, shouting "Solomon", "Go and call someone over."
The sergeant nodded, hurriedly ran over, and called a wounded man over. .
"How come Solomon is missing?"
Of course he knows that the medical soldier is a direct subordinate, and he is also a top student who graduated from the "Tijuana Medical College". He could have been a doctor, but He himself asked to join the army, and hoped to join the most dangerous army.
So, he was sent to the airborne regiment of the Fourth Division.
The regiment leader Kurt Stuart believed that this was a treasure that must be taken care of. On the battlefield, a good doctor is related to the survival of the battlefield.
After all, the wounded are also valuable assets. If the mortality rate is reduced and the wounded can be quickly restored to combat effectiveness, it will have a great impact on the war situation.
The wounded man was a new soldier, and he was crying and told the story of Solomon's "angry killing" of eight people.
John Basilone and the sergeant next to him were stunned!
The fierce P explosion!
Are all scholars so irritable?
"Quickly, look for him quickly. If you want to see the person alive, if you want to see the dead body!"
A group of people quickly searched on the battlefield. Finally, about twenty minutes later, someone found Benjamin. .Solomon, he threw himself on the machine gun and suffered more than ten wounds on his body, including knife wounds and bullet wounds.
"Still alive, still alive!"
A veteran touched his nose and neck arteries, his eyes lit up, and he shouted, and everyone hurriedly carried him to the open space.
"Battal Commander, Solomon is still alive."
John Basilone ran over in a hurry. Seeing the other person's appearance, he hurriedly held his hand.
"Emergency treatment is needed, otherwise." A medical soldier said in a deep voice.
"Report to the headquarters, apply for helicopters to evacuate the wounded, and report Solomon's achievements."
The corresponding correspondent hurriedly responded.
He glanced at Benjamin Solomon with a look of reverence.
In an army filled with strong men, such a man can be regarded as the king of soldiers.
In the future...
There will definitely be no medical trouble.
When the Tijuana headquarters received this "news", Horatio Herbert Kitchener was also stunned, but the next second, he planned to set Benjamin Solomon as a benchmark.
In this case, such a strong man is so needed.
"The 1st Battalion of the 338th Airborne Regiment occupied China. The bridge was bombed and the 61st Brigade was unable to fly over. Do you want them to move?" Deputy Commander Kennedy asked.
"Transport the soldiers there, provide them with troops, and when necessary, allow Battalion Commander John Basilone to lead the soldiers into the central government area to fight guerrillas and make them a mess internally."
Horatio Herbert Kitchener clicked his finger on Nuevo León, "Order Rommel and the others to liberate the entire state before July 4th!"
"And directly Send troops southward."
"So anxious? Do you want to let him take a rest?" Kennedy asked in surprise. He was not mentally burdened. He was originally the number one person in the military, but now that the other party is the commander-in-chief, he was relieved.
He knows how much he weighs.
It's nothing more than following the general early...
Choice is often greater than effort.
With the support of noble people, a pig can also become a marshal of the sky.
Horatio Herbert Kitchener handed over a piece of intelligence on the table, "It's too late. The troops of the Popovich government are moving. The so-called elite 1st Brigade has moved to Guanajuato state. Border."
"I want you to sit in Jalisco."
Kennedy nodded, "Of course, as long as I am alive, those bastards will not step into us. "
The two looked at each other.
Hold your hands together tightly.
At this time, in the British Ministry of Defense.
After the "Invincible" fleet was attacked, there was chaos inside, and phone calls were made to important departments.
The Minister of Defense, Baron Dragovi Jeffrey H. Rees, sat in his seat, frowning and crossing his hands.
"Chief of Defense, we can't get through." A secretary next to him said with a sad look on his face.
“Go on, be sure to contact Victor!”
It’s simply lawless, and that’s the British Empire!
The aircraft carrier is British territory, and if you attack it wantonly, isn't this just starting a war?
"Chief of Defense, urgent call!"
A senior official hurriedly ran in from outside the door, with panic on his face, "The Invincible has surrendered!"
"????"
His voice was not suppressed at all, and the busy officials outside the office immediately stopped what they were doing.
Dragovi Jeffrey H. Rees stared, snatched the message from the other party's hand, glanced at it, and suddenly felt dizzy, and sat on the chair holding his chest.
The secretary next to him ran over in a hurry, opened the drawer, took out the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill and stuffed it into him.
This old man from World War II almost died here.
“Surrender…”
"Who allowed them to surrender!"
"They are discrediting the Royal Navy!"
After Dragovi Jeffrey H. Rees calmed down, he cursed with trembling words. , that expression is like a father’s.
The senior official caressed his chest and lowered his voice, "Minister of Defense, it is better to surrender than to be sunk. Our funds...cannot rebuild the navy anymore, but if we surrender, we can follow The Mexicans discussed redemption."
"Our navy...has only two aircraft carriers left!"
This is a pitiful thing to say.
This once all-powerful ocean hegemon is now forced to cut back on food and clothing due to economic conditions. It costs a lot of money to fly an aircraft carrier out once. The annual fuel cost of an aircraft carrier can easily exceed 365 million. dollars, not including the cost of fuel for the fighter jets.
Aircraft carriers and their battle groups generally have 5,000 officers and soldiers, and the average cost per person per year is about US$100,000, totaling US$500 million!
The Kennedy-class aircraft carrier in the United States will cost 14 billion US dollars in 50 years.
If you include inflation, it's even more.
Although the Invincible is a "light aircraft carrier", it still costs money to build.
The council master refuses to approve the money!
The Navy is going to eat dirt.
When fighting a war, it’s all about money.
The hands of Defense Chief Dragovi Jeffrey H. Reese trembled slightly, shaking in mid-air, but in the end they hung down helplessly.
"Order the Prince to return, send electricity to Mexico, and ask it to ensure the safety of our ships and personnel."
"There is only so much we can do."
The old man said this As he spoke, he seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and the officials standing next to him were all heartbroken.
In just a few decades...
The British Navy has fallen to this point.
Really...
Fuck XMD!
……
(End of this chapter)