Expedition to Europe

Half an hour later, the labor team withdrew from the frontline and returned to the Kapi base camp.

"The two missing brothers are from Shandong, one from Weihai and the other from Jinan, the provincial capital. Their relics have not been found." Qin Zhisheng's face was gloomy, and he came to Qin Zhiyuan to report.

"Find two backpacks, and then find some clothes, and say that they are things they used, and report it." Qin Zhiyuan was uncomfortable but not surprised by this result. The power of artillery during World War I was not as fierce as that in the 21st century, but if it hit the human body directly, it would be enough to vaporize people instantly.

Fortunately, the Chinese have the habit of setting up "cemeteries", so find some things to send back to their homes as relics to comfort them.

On the second day of arriving in France, although Qin Zhiyuan and his team made a fortune and left a good impression on Bastien and David, they also paid the price of eight lives and more than a dozen injuries.

If calculated by the casualty ratio, their proportion has exceeded 10%, which is close to the standard of withdrawing to the rear for recuperation.

But it is obviously not so easy to withdraw. Qin Zhiyuan just expressed his intention of self-cultivation, and was rejected by the big-nosed captain.

"No, no, no, your work is not finished yet, and you have to continue to supply the front line. You can't give up halfway." The effect of the four gold coins has been consumed. The big-nosed captain's expression is firm, more solemn than the statue in front of the Fontainebleau Palace.

"Captain, we just experienced a bloody battle. Eight people died and more were injured. We need time to continue to complete the task." Human greed is endless. Qin Zhiyuan didn't want to use the gem on his waist. He just wanted to delay for a while and wait until dark to supply. It would be much safer at that time.

"Bloody battle? You are just laborers and have no obligation to participate in the war. If there is a war, there will naturally be heroic French people to take the lead, and you won't be forced to charge into battle." The captain shook his head disapprovingly.

In the captain's view, Qin Zhiyuan may be a smart and sensible person, but he is definitely not a person who will fight bloody battles for France.

"You can think so, but Major Bastien won't think so." Qin Zhiyuan had no choice but to use Bastien to endorse.

"Bastien? Did you meet Major Bastien?" The captain looked suspicious, but because it involved a superior officer, he had to face it.

"Yes, we fought side by side just now and wiped out a group of Germans. Major Bastien was in charge of the command." In the tunnel, Bastien's rank was indeed the highest, and Qin Zhiyuan had no need to hide it.

"So you really participated in the war?" The captain knew about Qin Zhiyuan's shooting results. If Qin Zhiyuan and his team participated in the war, the captain would only feel that it was natural, not surprised.

"Yes, we participated in the war. It might be the 17th Division of Germany, or the 18th Division, who knows?" Qin Zhiyuan told the truth.

In the Battle of the Somme, the British army deployed 54 divisions, the French army deployed 32 divisions, and the German army deployed 67 divisions. Some divisions suffered casualties within a day and had to withdraw from the battlefield. Not to mention Qin Zhiyuan, even the French and the British couldn't figure out the unit numbers on the front line.

There were too many!

"Well, you can go to the military doctor, but I can't guarantee that you can get timely treatment." The captain chose to believe Qin Zhiyuan.

For the captain, if Qin Zhiyuan was lying, the captain had a lot of ways to deal with Qin Zhiyuan. But if Qin Zhiyuan was telling the truth, the captain had to consider the consequences.

He couldn't afford it.

Back in the labor gathering area, Qin Zhiyuan greeted all the wounded and took them to the military doctor for help.

"Hey... You see how busy I am here. I can't take care of you now. There are more people who need help." In the stretcher area, the military doctor wearing a light blue-gray uniform and an armband on his arm refused Qin Zhiyuan's request. For him, the laborers from the Far East were far less important than the French soldiers. He had to concentrate all medical resources and lean towards the French soldiers. As for the Chinese, they could ask for "Buddha's blessing."

"Hey! Listen to me, I don't need you to bandage them, you just need to give me some medicine and equipment, we can treat them ourselves." Qin Zhiyuan did not exaggerate.

Most martial artists have family medical skills, and they can handle ordinary contusions and knife and gun injuries by themselves without asking doctors for help.

"There are no medicines and no equipment. Sir, you have seen that everyone needs medicines and equipment. I don't have extra resources, understand? If your people want to get help, please go to the queue, don't get entangled with me here, it will hinder my work." The slightly bald military doctor said it was true. In the entire stretcher area, there were at least tens of thousands of wounded soldiers who needed help. Many of them were simply bandaged and had not been treated in time.

"Brother, the old Taoist has collected medicine that can treat knife and gun injuries, and asked you to go back quickly." Gao Hongshi hurried over and shouted loudly from a distance.

"Okay, sir, then, can I get some bandages?" Qin Zhiyuan patiently discussed with the military doctor.

For knife and gunshot wounds, it is very important to keep the wound clean. If unclean bandages are used, even if medicine is applied, it will cause infection, leading to sepsis and endangering life.

"Go find the nurse and ask the nurse to get it for you. God bless you, it's not that I don't want to help your child, I'm just too busy." While talking, the Mediterranean-haired doctor was still helping the wounded soldiers with their wounds. He really did his best.

"Okay, thank you very much." Qin Zhiyuan said nothing and turned to find the nurse.

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"The wound is seven cents long and three cents deep into the flesh. Well... there is no foreign matter in the wound. We should use four qian of male soil turtle, five qian of bile and southern star, five qian of blood stem and eight qian of myrrh..." The old Taoist said his surname was Mao, and his given name was He is called Shiba. It is said that he was a Taoist priest who returned to secular life in Maoshan. Because he could not remember his lay surname, he took "Spear" as his surname and named him "Mao Shiba" based on the ranking of his senior brothers.

Before Mao Shiba joined the labor camp, he was a salesman of Dali Pills. He relied on Jinchuang Medicine, which was said to be "inherited from his ancestors" and was very effective in treating bruises and injuries. You fucking forgot your father's last name, how could you have a secret recipe passed down from generation to generation? Qin Zhiyuan didn't care whether what Mao Shiba said was true or false, as long as it was effective.

"Fuck...Old Mao, can we stop talking about this? Can you just apply medicine on me?" It was Chen Kangjian who received the treatment. His arm was cut with a bayonet by the Germans, although it looked scary. , but there is no fear of life. Just now it was just a simple bandage, and one of them was following the movement of the brigade.

"Damn, why are you panicking? This is damn Europe, and I don't know if the herbs here are useful. Just bear with it!" After Mao Shiba returned to secular life, he was also full of swear words.

Mao Shiba kept mumbling to his men, but he saw him sterilizing Chen Kangjian's wound with alcohol, then sewing the wound together in the blink of an eye with a needle, and then pulled out a few leaves and stuffed them in He chewed it in his mouth for a while, then spat it out and applied it evenly on Chen Kangjian's wound. He then took a clean bandage and wrapped it neatly and tied it with a bow.

"Okay, I'll come back in ten days to remove the stitches, and I'll keep you alive and kicking for half a month." Mao Shiba tied the last knot with satisfaction, and then stretched out his hand with a smile on his face: "Thank you for your patronage, I need two and a half cents of silver."

Chen Kangjian, who was screaming "wow" in pain just now when he was disinfecting with alcohol, heard that Mao Shiba actually asked for money, and immediately turned his back: "I, your uncle, want money for my medical treatment?"

Chen Kangjian had just arrived in France and had not received his salary yet. His pocket was cleaner than his face and he didn't have a penny.

"Damn, I'm sorry, Brother Chen, I'm used to it..." Mao Shiba scratched his head in embarrassment, not used to having his hair cut off into a crew cut.

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