Since we are assisting the medical team in transferring the wounded, we must contact the medical team.
As soon as she got in touch, she heard the voice of her teacher Zhou Aimin.
It turned out that the person in charge of the Western Front battlefield medical team was Zhou Aimin, Xie Wan’s teacher at the Military Medical University.
When Zhou Aimin heard that the person on the other end of the phone was his last disciple, he started firing:
"What are you doing? Instead of being a good military doctor, you're just hanging around all day. Go back to the medical team and be the lead surgeon."
Xie Wan immediately felt a chill down her spine. Her teacher was good in every way except that she was too impatient and a little subjective.
In Zhou Aimin's opinion, Xie Wan is a surgical genius, and as long as he doesn't work as a military doctor, he is just fooling around.
For the first time, Xie Wan discovered that returning to his old unit and being a small leader also had its troubles. When he looked up, he saw that they were all elders, and he couldn't afford to offend any of them.
Xie Wan explained: "Teacher, no, I have a mission.
Our special operations team is responsible for assisting your medical team in transferring the wounded from the battlefield."
Zhou Aimin was so angry that he cursed: "You are wasting resources. It would be fine if there were no seriously injured people, but if there were many seriously injured people, you must come back and save them."
Xie Wan hurriedly agreed: "I see, don't worry, we are on the front line to pick up the wounded, we definitely know how many seriously injured there are.
If there is an emergency, I will deal with it immediately."
Zhou Aimin thought about it and felt that this was reasonable, so he said: "Our temporary field hospital is in the Laojie Central Hospital.
The medical team sent out will follow the troops. There are people in every direction. You can either send your men to the various divisions to meet up with them, or you can lead the team to Gantang and meet up with them at the front line."
Xie Wan thought about it. She had just heard the battle plan. This time the battle adopted the strategy of pincer encirclement and focused firepower strikes.
There shouldn't have been any serious casualties before the artillery attack.
The concern is that after the artillery attack, there will be casualties in the battle to seize fortifications and commanding heights.
Especially in several phosphate mining areas, if we seize them, explosions may occur at any time and people may get burned.
Xie Wan decided to lead the team himself.
Zhou Aimin is an impatient person and has already hung up the phone. He is probably too busy.
Although the war had not yet begun, there were already some lightly injured soldiers from the previous battle of Lao Cai who needed to be treated, and the pre-war preparations were very cumbersome.
Xie Wan returned to the temporary base assigned to their special operations team by the military region. As soon as the team members unpacked their luggage, Xie Wan blew the emergency assembly call.
In five minutes, everyone was gathered.
Xie Wan was very satisfied. They were worthy of being the special forces team. Their efficiency was absolutely incomparable to that of ordinary troops.
"Five people in a group, ten people in a row, line up!"
More than thirty people quickly formed a small square.
Xie Wan announced the mission of their special forces team.
The team members were calmer than her, and no one was dissatisfied at getting such a task.
Xie Wan took a quick look and saw more than thirty people. Instructor Zheng Yaowu had introduced them to her before they came, and she got to know each person's situation on the way.
Among them, there were only eleven people she didn't know. Some of them were new recruits in the past two years, and a few were transferred from other troops.
She began giving orders.
“Squads 1, 3, and 5 will follow Team Xu to Gantang via the east route;
Classes 2, 4, and 6, follow me from the west route. The communications class will be divided into two groups, with one person following on each side.
After the firing begins, each squad is responsible for assisting a firing point. If there are wounded, they will go up and carry them out of the firing line. If there are no wounded, do you know what to do?"
The team members looked at each other, they didn't know.
Xu Bing still understood Xie Wan, and said calmly: "Sharp eyes, sharp hands, fast legs, and accurate gun. Do you understand?"
The team members' eyes lit up instantly, and some of the younger ones even shouted with excitement.
Instructor Zheng Yaowu was in his thirties and had been the instructor of the special forces team for three years. He was much calmer than these young people. He whispered in Xie Wan's ear, "Captain Xie, you don't mean that, do you?"
Xie Wan could not issue clear orders beyond the scope of this mission, so he smiled and said nothing.
Zheng Yaowu suddenly felt dazed and almost thought that Chu Jiangnan had returned.
Comrade Xie Wan deeply understood the essence of Comrade Chu Jiangnan's foxy smile. The other team members also understood what the captain meant in seconds and smiled foolishly.
Xie Wan looked at his watch and saw that there were still ten hours until the final attack.
In order not to alert the enemy, all troops cannot set out early.
"From now on, all team members will enter the first level combat readiness state and eat and rest immediately.
Departure in seven hours, disbanded. ”
It was impossible to set up tents on the front line, and their base was just a piece of flattened land.
All the team members sat on the ground and leaned on their backpacks to rest.
Some took out compressed biscuits and started eating them.
Xie Wan asked Zheng Yaowu: "Instructor, doesn't our team have a cook?"
Zheng Yaowu shook his head: "This time our superiors only allowed us to come with 35 people. Everyone wants to come, but we would rather eat dry food every day than have a turn to join the kitchen team."
Other troops all brought their own kitchen staff. No one knew how long this battle would last, maybe a month, maybe a year, maybe three to five years. It was impossible for them to eat dry food every day.
Fortunately, Xie Wan had already prepared. She said, "I'll go to the friendly forces and see if I can borrow some cooking utensils and food."
Zheng Yaowu thought that her so-called friendly forces were going to her father's troops to get food, and he was very happy.
“Okay, before the battle, we should let everyone eat hot stew to maintain their strength.
Thank you, Captain, for bringing back the cooking utensils. I will do it. I can also do some cooking work."
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