I was a tycoon in World War I: Starting to save France

Fortunately, France won, and Charles's battle plan was successful. The Fifth Army penetrated the weak flank of the German army through the Marne Bridge, causing the German First Army to collapse completely before reinforcements arrived.

Unfortunately, Matthew was injured, which Major Browne told Charles.

"Matthew is very brave!" Major Browne said: "He drove the tank from the small road to bypass the enemy's defense line and rushed into the German headquarters. This first domino caused the Germans to retreat, and the victory was expanded!"

"Is he seriously injured?" Charles asked anxiously.

Compared with victory, Charles cares more about this.

"I'm not sure!" Major Browne replied: "I only heard that he was injured in his right leg. The bullet penetrated the steel plate from the side and hit his right leg that was on the accelerator. He was sent to the field hospital before I knew the details!"

"Where is the field hospital?" Charles asked again, and he felt a chill on his face.

"Two kilometers in the direction of Thierry!" Major Browne replied: "The wounded of the 5th Army are all sent there!"

Deyoka has walked to his Ford car, turned back and waved to Charles: "Come on, let's go there!"

...

The field hospital is actually a tent, a tent set up on the grass, which can block the wind and rain for the wounded.

But the tent is far from enough to accommodate the wounded. The wounded are randomly placed on the ground waiting for the doctor's treatment. Some are shot in the abdomen, some have their hands and feet blown off, and some have bandages on their heads and are in a coma.

They are divided into several areas: the lightly injured area, the seriously injured area, and the untreatable area.

There is no one to take care of the untreatable area. They are a group of abandoned wounded who can only wait to die there. The seriously injured area is next to it, so that some of them can be transferred to the untreatable area.

Screams and wails were heard one after another. The air was filled with the smell of carbolic acid, pus, and blood. Flies were buzzing everywhere. Occasionally, a few nurses would come out of the tent with wooden buckets filled with broken limbs. The nurses skillfully poured them into a pit not far away.

Charles' stomach churned and he almost vomited, but the nurses looked calm and numb, as if they had long been accustomed to it.

Deyoka asked several people before finding Matthew's location. It was a single tent with a simple wooden bed. Matthew was lying on it covered with a bloodstained quilt, and Joseph was sitting at the head of the bed with his head drooped, wanting to cry but without tears.

Matthew's face was a little pale, with a few blood stains on his face, and his originally flowing hair was knotted because of the blood clots.

As soon as Matthew saw Charles, he forced a smile and pretended to be fine, shouting: "Hey, Charles, great plan, it helped us... win this... war!"

His voice was a little weak, and he even trembled uncontrollably at the end. Charles knew that he was enduring pain.

Charles ignored him and walked straight to Joseph: "How is the situation?"

Joseph's eyes were a little panicked: "No big problem, the doctor said he needs to rest for a while!"

However, Deyoka and Charles both saw that this was not the case.

Joseph took Charles and Deyoka outside the tent and told the truth: "They amputated him, his right leg is gone!"

"What?" Charles looked at Joseph in surprise: "He was just sent here not long ago..."

"They must make a judgment and complete the operation as quickly as possible!" Joseph replied.

Charles understood that this was because there were too many wounded to be treated, and doctors had to race against time to treat the injuries, even if some injuries did not require amputation.

It is not difficult to imagine that if a doctor spends too much time performing a major operation on a wounded person, more wounded people may die because no one treats them.

In order to avoid this situation, doctors would choose amputation for any serious injuries.

(Note: During World War I, 20,000 out of every 500,000 wounded soldiers had their limbs amputated, and many of them did not need amputation surgery)

Charles could not blame the field doctors, they had their reasons, and they were legitimate.

But he felt a sense of pressure in his heart that he could not spit out.

Charles returned to the tent, lifted a corner of the quilt, and was surprised to find that the bandage tied to Matthew's broken leg was an old bandage that had been used and still had blood stains.

Charles could no longer hold back. He stumbled out of the tent and shouted in a questioning tone: "Doctor, where is the doctor?"

A doctor in a white coat and a mask hurried out of the tent more than ten feet away. He half raised his bloody hands and asked in a tired but indifferent voice: "What happened? Does anyone need first aid?"

Charles ran to him angrily, pointed in the direction of Matthew's tent and said: "The patient lying there, he is a combat hero. He drove a tank into the enemy's headquarters and won the victory for France, but you used old bandages on him. Do you want to kill him? Is this how you treat heroes?"

The white coat glanced at Charles calmly and replied: "Everyone here is a hero, including us! If you have any dissatisfaction, go and yell at those capitalists. They didn't give us enough medicine and equipment, and there were not enough people. There was a shortage of everything here. What can we do?"

Charles was stunned.

The white coat was right. This was none of their business. It was the capitalists who committed these crimes in order to save money.

Field hospitals are an unprofitable or, more precisely, money-losing industry.

They are almost useless when there is no war, but when a war breaks out, the demand for them instantly increases by thousands or tens of thousands of times.

It is impossible for capitalists to spend a lot of money to maintain the scale of the field hospital in normal times. Its existence is only to give French soldiers a little psychological comfort so as to push them to the battlefield!

However, these are people, fresh lives, warriors who dedicate themselves to defend France!

Charles was so angry that his face turned pale. He said: "It's my fault. Tell me what you need. I will provide you with funds!"

The white coat chuckled and turned away, complaining to the nurse next to him as he walked: "Where is this kid? He actually thought he could afford the cost of the field hospital. He didn't know that there are at least tens of thousands of wounded here..."

The nurse slowed down: "Doctor Hebrew, I know him. He is Master Charles. He invented the tank and saved France. I think he can afford the cost here!"

The white coat suddenly stopped, stunned for a while, turned around and ran back to Charles, who looked puzzled, and trembled with excitement: "You...are you serious? Master Charles...will you provide us with funds?"

"Of course!" Charles nodded.

"Great!" The white coat wanted to shake hands with Charles, but suddenly found that his hands were covered with blood and quickly shrank back.

"I thank you on behalf of the wounded, Master Charles!" The white coat said incoherently: "You saved their lives, you are a good man, Master Charles!"

"Including Matthew!" Charles emphasized: "I hope Matthew is well taken care of!"

"Of course!" The white coat replied: "I will go to see his condition right away!"

After that, he took the nurse to Matthew's tent...

This is the power of money.

Although it is unfair to other wounded, Charles can no longer care about so much at this time!