Chapter 54: Chronicle of the Sixties 14
"Captain Huang, can the team stop and rest for a while? A few nurses and I want to go to the bathroom." Feng Wu pointed to the female comrades following behind him.
"Okay, but don't run too far." The wind and snow had died down considerably by then, and Huang Lianyun waved to stop the team. "Everyone, rest where you are. Those who need to take care of personal matters should line up and follow the guards."
Thousands of people walked for three or four hours. Even if they were tired, their personal defecation and urination problems still needed to be solved.
Feng Wu and several invited female nurses walked hand in hand for more than ten minutes before they found a slope that was one person high.
The situation was dire, and there was no need for anyone to be pretentious. They all squatted down and used the cover of the slope to quickly solve their personal problems.
Feng Wu stood on the hillside, spreading his spiritual sense everywhere, but still could not find any trace of the air-raid shelter. The search range of his spiritual sense was limited, and there was nothing within a thousand meters, so his spiritual sense could only return empty-handed.
Hey, there is a rusty train track under the half-meter thick snow.
His spiritual consciousness immediately wrapped around the track, and the cold and hard touch was transmitted back to Feng Wu's sea of consciousness. It moved forward along the track until his spiritual consciousness could no longer extend, and the track had not reached the end.
Feng Wu jumped down the hillside, moving quickly. In a short while, he was standing on the hard railroad tracks. Wearing thick cotton gloves, he dug half a meter deep into the snow, revealing a section of railroad tracks in the small pit.
After resolving their personal issues, the few people linked arms and returned to the team. Feng Wu didn't stop after sending a few colleagues back to the team. When he walked behind Huang Lianyun and his group, he took a breath, and his voice was a little muffled under the isolation of the scarf, "Captain Huang, I have something to report to you."
Huang Lianyun put away the map in his hand, looked up in the direction of the voice, and found that it was the familiar nurse comrade. His voice unconsciously lowered a few tones, "It's the nurse comrade! What situation do you need to report?"
Feng Wu took off the scarf that covered half of her face, raised her hand, pointed in the direction of the small mound, and said, "Just now, a few of us found a rusty and abandoned railway track over there..."
"What? You found the train tracks? Where are they?" Han Qian interrupted Feng Wu anxiously.
"It's near the little mound over there, not far from here."
Han Qian grabbed Huang Lianyun's arm thankfully, "Old Huang, if I'm not mistaken, the air-raid shelter should be in that area. I'll take a few people and follow this nurse to check out the situation." When this air-raid shelter was first built, a short railway track was built specifically for transporting construction materials. It seems that the railway track that this nurse accidentally discovered should be the railway track left behind when the air-raid shelter was first built.
"Okay, I'll arrange twenty people to go with you. Comrade nurse, please lead the way." Huang Lianyun now likes Feng Wu more and more.
This was Feng Wu's original intention, so she naturally agreed.
A group of more than 20 people used engineering shovels to dig along the direction of the railway tracks. After digging for more than half an hour, they were already standing at the foot of a white mountain.
Han Qian followed the railway tracks to find the large iron gate at the entrance of the cave. The iron latch on the gate was rusty. He pulled the latch and pushed open the heavy iron gate, revealing a long corridor.
The corridor is less than three meters long and wide, and the walls are painted with gray cement. After walking another four or five hundred meters along the corridor, the left and right ends of the corridor lead to two other opposite directions.
Han Qian breathed a sigh of relief, finally safe from the blizzard. He called two soldiers over and said, "You two, notify Captain Huang immediately and tell him we've found the air-raid shelter. Bring all the prisoners and soldiers here!"
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A bonfire had been lit in the warm air-raid shelter. Both sides of the small air-raid shelter were filled with pale-faced prisoners. There were a dozen soldiers with guns standing guard at intervals in the air-raid shelter.
It was dark outside. There were more than a dozen large pots on the stone stove at the entrance of the air-raid shelter, and fragrant dough balls were bubbling in the pots.
To cook for more than 3,000 people, I don’t know how many pots I need to cook just with a dozen pots.
Most of the twenty or so bags of flour carried by the kitchen team were put into the pot, but it was only barely enough to feed several thousand people half full.
Doctors and nurses quickly divided their respective treatment areas and went to treat the prisoners who had frostbite and frostbite. Although minor frostbite is not fatal, it is very troublesome to deal with.
The medical supplies in the medicine box are limited, so they can only be used to give medicine to prisoners who are severely frostbitten, while prisoners with minor injuries can only grit their teeth and get through it on their own.
The area assigned to Fengwu happened to contain Grandpa Song and a few others. The three of them were huddled together, looking listless, with their exposed hands and feet red from the cold. Faced with such mild frostbite, the doctor only took a quick look, said "keep warm", and said nothing more.
Feng Wu glanced at Grandpa Song and the other two soothingly, and whispered, "Doctor Liu, I secretly made some ointment specifically for treating frostbite. Can it be used for these patients?" Feng Wu took out an aluminum lunch box from his messenger bag, opened the lid, and a fresh herbal fragrance wafted into Doctor Liu's nose.
Doctor Liu's name is Liu Yingjie. He is a surgeon transferred by the man. After Feng Wu got to know him, the two got along better.
Doctor Liu looked at the huge lunch box filled with a large box of light green ointment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. This girl is really uncouth. How could she use a lunch box to put ointment?
Doesn't this ointment smell like chopped green onions after use?
He pulled out a small ball of cotton from the medicine box, dipped it in a layer of green plaster and applied it to his red and swollen knuckles. A cool feeling quickly relieved the swelling and pain in his fingers.
Liu Yingjie raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect the ointment to be so effective. He wouldn't be polite then. This damn cold weather was his biggest enemy in life. If it weren't for...
He would never come to this remote place and ask for trouble.
She unceremoniously dug out a large amount of ointment from the lunch box and stuffed it into an empty plastic medicine bottle in front of Feng Wu. "Your ointment is quite effective. If anyone is willing to use it, just give it to them." Anyway, this thing was not on the list of supplies, so it was up to her to decide how to use it.
With a doctor, Feng Wu can naturally take care of his own people with confidence.
The three of them were huddled in a corner. Feng Wu, carrying them on his back, carefully applied the ointment to Grandpa Song. He used his spiritual sense to create a barrier, took out a small oil-paper bag, and gave each of them a peeled egg. "I'll be blocking the way. Hurry and eat something to fill your stomach."
The three of them had been taken care of carefully by Feng Wu along the way. Now they were tired, hungry and cold. They took the tender egg, put it in their mouths and swallowed it without chewing it twice.
Feng Wu took out the kettle from her messenger bag. The ginger and brown sugar water inside was made with hot water that Feng Wu asked the cook for. It had been left there for so long that the temperature was about right.
Old Master Song drank a mouthful of hot ginger sugar water, and a stream of warmth emerged from his cold stomach. He took a long breath and laughed softly, "Hey, I'm finally alive."
The two brothers Song Jingyi and Song Jingtong shared most of the ginger syrup, and nodded in unison to the old man. Compared with the other prisoners on the same journey from Jingshi Prison to the north, they had not suffered much.
This is all thanks to Sifeng's care along the way.
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