Chapter 389: Full-level military doctor

Chapter 389: Full-level military doctor

"morphine!!"

Benjamin Solomon, a hygienist from Battalion A of the 338th Regiment of the Fourth Division, held the wound on the wounded man's thigh tightly, blood seeping from the gaps between his fingers. He was wearing glasses and was polite.

The wounded howled miserably.

Occupying "Cina" and holding its throat, they were attacked by more than 5,000 men 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, just sitting on the ground, seriously in shock.

Chug tug tug…

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire 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 the 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 person 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 in one stroke.

Ta-ta-ta~

The bullets are out, and the empty warehouse 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.

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 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 were knocked off.

There was a gunshot.

A lightly wounded man who came out from behind 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 health room, "It's not safe here anymore. Let's move all the injured 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 and said, "Take care of yourself, I will come back."

After saying that, 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.

Huh~~! !

On the frontal 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 didn't feel happy for a long time. A stray bullet hit the injector and exploded on the spot, burning the opponent's whole body and screaming miserably.

John Basilone, the "Machine Gun Immortal", squatted in a trench half as tall as a man, the machine gun in his hand roaring, 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 on it 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.

Frightened, they all 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 in action..."

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 can come on!"

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 fight a positional war?

600 people to be filler babies?

That's too extravagant.

Each of them has undergone 35 weeks of special training. What they should do is to infiltrate and decapitate behind enemy lines and guard important targets, rather than being a "lucky boy" in this "war of attrition".

Captain Barry Thomas was furious, damn Spaniards.

As expected, none of them are good bastards.

But there is no way, who told them to have independent autonomy, although it is under the name of the central government, but he can fight if he wants to, and evacuate if he doesn't want to, and no one can arrange him.

"Captain, retreat first." The chief of staff next to him lowered his voice, and then said in a voice that only two people could hear, "We can't kill all the soldiers, this is our capital, otherwise, when we go back, this captain will not be yours."

"We should retain some strength."

Barry Thomas narrowed his eyes and trembled in his heart.

Many high-ranking military officials in Mexico have already had some "disloyalty". It can be seen that they have entered a period of chaos. With soldiers, talents and money, can Popovich be president?

Why can't I make a military remonstration?

You know, there is a long history of mutinies in Mexico.

After all, the army is full of men.

Do you know why many people who watch talk shows are women?

And why can't the army let men have too much free time?

Because, three men will have a king of ideas.

Just like now...

The chief of staff asked the commander to save the troops!

Barry Thomas was silent, looked at the other party, and nodded slowly, "Withdraw the troops!"

"Don't you charge again?" Olmo Carvajal frowned and asked beside him.

"My soldiers are also soldiers. If you think you can take it down, I'll leave it to you, France."

"Withdraw 10 kilometers away!"

"Yes!"

The Spaniard didn't expect this Mexican to be so tough. He was stunned, and then he got a little angry, but reason told him that there was no need to argue with him. He took a deep look at the "Qina" village and left with a gloomy face.

You can't get angry in a war!

John Basilone looked at the piles of dead bodies, and his hands trembled as he tried to take a cigarette. He didn't feel it just now, but after the war, his hands were numb, and there was obviously still recoil.     A cigarette was handed over.

He raised his head and looked at it. It was a sergeant. He held it in his mouth, and the other party hurriedly lit a cigarette for him.

John Basilone suddenly saw a dozen wounded standing in the pile of dead bodies, shouting "Solomon", "Go and call someone over."

The sergeant nodded, ran over and called a wounded man.

"Why did Solomon disappear?"

The medic was a direct subordinate, so he knew that. Besides, he was a top student who graduated from the Tijuana Medical College. He could have been a doctor, but he asked to join the army and wanted to go to the most dangerous unit.

So, he was sent to the airborne regiment of the 4th Division.

The regiment commander, Kurt Student, thought that this was a treasure and must be taken care of. On the battlefield, a good doctor was related to the survival of the battlefield.

After all, the wounded were also precious wealth. If the mortality rate was reduced and the wounded could quickly recover their combat effectiveness, it would have a great impact on the war situation.

The wounded was a new recruit, and he was crying and talking about Solomon's record of "furiously killing" eight people.

John Basilone and the sergeant next to him were stunned!

He was so fierce!

Are all scholars so irritable?

"Hurry, hurry up, find him alive or dead!"

A group of people hurriedly searched on the battlefield. Finally, about twenty minutes later, someone found Benjamin Solomon. He fell on the machine gun, with more than ten wounds on his body, including knife wounds and bullet wounds.

"He's still alive, he's still alive!"

An old soldier touched his nose and neck artery, his eyes lit up, and shouted, and everyone hurriedly carried him to the open space.

"Battalion commander, Solomon is still alive."

John Basilone ran over in a hurry, and when he saw the other party's appearance, he hurriedly shook his hand.

"Emergency medical treatment is needed, otherwise." A medical soldier said in a deep voice.

"Report to the headquarters, apply for a helicopter to transfer the wounded, and report Solomon's performance."

The communicator who was traveling with him hurriedly responded.

Looking at Benjamin Solomon, his face showed respect.

In an army full of strong men, this is also considered a soldier king.

In the future...

There will definitely be no medical troubles.

When the Tijuana Command received this "news", Horatio Herbert Kitchener was also dumbfounded, but the next second, he planned to set Benjamin Solomon as a benchmark.

In this situation, such a tough guy is needed too much.

"The 1st Battalion of the 338th Airborne Regiment occupied China, the bridge was bombed, and the 61st Brigade could not fly over. Should they be transferred?" Deputy Commander Kennedy asked.

"Transport more soldiers and provide them with manpower. When necessary, allow Battalion Commander John Basilone to lead the soldiers to rush into the central government area to fight guerrillas and mess up their internal affairs."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener pointed his finger at Nuevo Leon, "Order Rommel and others to recover the whole state before July 4!"

"And march directly south."

"So anxious? Should he rest for a while?" Kennedy asked in surprise. He had no psychological burden. He was originally the first person in the military, but now that the other party was the commander-in-chief, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew his own weight.

It's nothing more than following the general early...

Choices are often more important than efforts.

With the support of noble people, a pig can also become a Marshal of Tianpeng.

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 1st Brigade, known as the elite, has moved to the border of Guanajuato State."

"I hope you will go to Jalisco State."

Kennedy nodded, "Of course no problem. As long as I am alive, those bastards will not step into our territory."

The two looked at each other.

Hands clasped together tightly.

At this time, in the British Ministry of Defense.

After the "Invincible" fleet was attacked, it was in chaos, and calls were made to important departments.

Defense Minister Dragovi Jeffreyha Reese Baron sat in his seat with a frown and crossed his hands.

"Defense Minister, I can't get through." A secretary next to him said with a sad face.

"Keep going, you must contact Victor for me!"

It's simply lawless, that's the British Empire!

That aircraft carrier is British territory. Attacking it wantonly, isn't that starting a war?

"Defense Minister, urgent telegram!"

A senior official rushed in from outside the door, with panic on his face, "The Invincible has surrendered!"

"????"

His voice was not suppressed at all, and the officials who were busy outside the office immediately stopped their work.

Dragovi Jeffreyha Reese stared, snatched the message from the other party, glanced at it, and suddenly felt dizzy, and sat on the chair with his chest covered.

The secretary next to him ran over in a hurry, opened the drawer, took out the quick-acting heart pills from it and stuffed them 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 Jeffreyha Reese calmed down, his mouth trembled and cursed, and his expression was like his father had died.

A senior official beside him stroked his chest and lowered his voice, "Minister of Defense, surrender is better than being sunk. We don't have the funds to rebuild the navy, but if we surrender, we can negotiate with the Mexicans to redeem it."

"Our navy...only has two aircraft carriers left!"

This is a pitiful statement.

This once powerful ocean overlord can only tighten its belt due to the economic situation. It costs a lot of money to sail an aircraft carrier. The annual fuel cost of an aircraft carrier can easily exceed 365 million US dollars, not including the fuel cost of fighter jets.

An aircraft carrier and its battle group generally have 5,000 officers and soldiers, and the average annual cost per person is about 100,000 US dollars, a total of 500 million US dollars!

For example, the Kennedy-class aircraft carrier of the United States will cost 14 billion US dollars in 50 years.

If inflation is taken into account, it will be even more.

Although the Invincible is a "light aircraft carrier", it still costs money to build it.

The parliamentary masters are unwilling to approve the money!

The navy will eat dirt.

Wars are fought for money.

Defense Minister Dragovi Jeffreyha Reese's hands trembled slightly in the air, but finally fell down helplessly.

"Order the Prince to return and send a clear message to Mexico, asking them to ensure the safety of our ships and personnel."

"That's all we can do."

When the old man said this, he seemed to have been drained of strength, and the officials standing next to him were all depressed.

In just a few decades...

The British Navy has fallen to this point.

Really...

Fuck!

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