Steel Soviet Union

"He didn't come out, is he still in there? How is the situation now?"

It's certainly not possible to say that he came here specifically to investigate and accuse, but Malashenko really wanted to know what happened as soon as possible.

What kind of outrageous unexpected situation caused his double insurance to fail and lead him to what he is now.

Faced with Malashenko's straight-to-the-point question, Kovanov, who was already mentally prepared and provided any answers he might need, blurted out without much hesitation.

"Still undergoing surgery, comrade division commander. The situation is not good. The American boy named David was seriously injured. He was shot in multiple places in the torso by a German submachine gun."

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Although he had heard the news about "multiple gunshot wounds" on the radio not long ago, when Malashenko heard that the multiple gunshot parts were actually the torso, not the limbs, he originally had some hope. Malashenko immediately frowned and secretly thought something was wrong.

"Who is the chief surgeon inside? Where is Karachev and others? Where is he now? I want to question him."

Malashenko, who was anxious to find out the extent of his injury, began to look for people in a targeted manner. In the past, Karachev, who was always available and could be encountered occasionally even without calling, was nowhere to be seen. Finding this comrade, the director of the field hospital who is solely responsible for the field hospital, is the most straightforward way for Malashenko to figure out the situation at the moment.

But before Malashenko could finish his words, Kovanov in front of him had already rushed to answer.

"The chief surgeon inside is Comrade Dean. He is presiding over the operation. I'm afraid we have to wait a little longer."

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Okay, this guy Karachev even did it himself.

But that's fine. Having him in charge will at least make people more trustworthy.

Apart from anything else, considering Kalachev's medical skills and the doctor's benevolent sense of responsibility, having him inside is the best situation Malashenko can think of.

As the saying goes, "do your best and obey fate." Now that the personnel are in place, the rest depends on whether fate will give Comrade Ma some face.

Malashenko, who was waiting outside the door of the operating room and looking around, was impatient. He had a lot of important things waiting behind him, but he didn't have much time to wait here.

Malashenko, who had not seen any movement for five minutes, had just changed his mind and planned to have a good talk with Kovanov first and ask for the details of the whole incident.

But he never thought that before anyone could speak, the door to the operating room was opened without anyone expecting it.

"Comrade Commander? Are you here too? When did you come? Have you been waiting for a long time?"

The first thing I saw when I went out was Malashenko in the uniform of a major general standing in front of him. The attire of Comrade Commander today is really rare on ordinary days. Naturally, Karachev, who is already an old acquaintance with Malashenko, There will be no mistaking the person.

As soon as Malashenko saw Karachev get off the operating table, push open the door from the operating room and come to the front, he ignored other polite words and unnecessary nonsense. The first sentence he spoke was to get straight to the point. Go to the theme.

"Where are people? How are they doing?!"

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Looking at the expression on the face of the division commander who was eager to confirm the results, he then glanced at Kovanov, whose expression was basically similar to Malashenko, and the group of soldiers surrounding the door of the operating room who were escorting the wounded all the way. .

Karachev asked himself that he wanted to give everyone a satisfactory answer, but the fact turned out to be that Karachev was unable to do it. After a moment of silence, the tone when he spoke again had a touch of desolation and helplessness.

"We tried our best, Comrade Commander, but the injuries are too serious."

"The specific injuries are as follows. Two bullets penetrated the left and right lung lobes respectively, and the bullets remained in the lungs and were difficult to remove. The stomach and intestines were also shot, all of which were low-penetrating round-head submachine gun bullets. , the bullets failed to pass through the body and all remained in the body.”

"But these are not the most serious. The most serious fatal injury was that a bullet hit the lateral ventricle. Although the hit site was not fatal on the spot, his myocardial function was severely damaged, and symptoms appeared not long after he was put on the operating table. Heart failure, accompanied by excessive blood loss.”

"We used all the methods that we should use. This operation was a joint effort between me, the surgical director, Anya, the head nurse, and two other very experienced nurses. But we still couldn't retain him. This young life, his injuries really make me feel helpless.”

Looking at Karachev who was sweating profusely and looking helpless after taking off his mask and white hat, Malashenko, who wanted to say something, was about to speak. The door to the operating room, which was originally opened a little by Kalachev, was completely opened at this moment.

The person who was pushed out of the operating room was none other than David Derrick, an American boy who went to the operating table with his last breath and came down as a corpse covered with white cloth.

Malashenko had no idiosyncrasy of disturbing the peace and tranquility of the deceased, but the particularity of the current situation prompted Malashenko to still choose to take a step forward, came to the stretcher cart being pushed out of the door, and stretched out his right hand.

The white shroud was gently lifted up and uncovered, and what Malashenko saw was a lifeless corpse that was still warm and had its eyes artificially closed after completely losing its vital signs.

"Maybe I'm presumptuous, but how to deal with him? Comrade Commander."

After all, the body lying on the stretcher is not the leader's own or our comrade. The usual methods of handling the body are certainly not universal and inappropriate now. This is why Kalachev is taking the initiative now. Ask questions.

"Send it to the morgue first. I will deal with this matter as soon as possible, but I need to discuss it with the Americans. No matter what, there will be a result tonight. You are waiting for my news."

"I understand, I will take care of it. Please rest assured, Comrade Commander."

With Malashenko's order, Kalachev immediately led people to push the body down first.

Fortunately, the temperature in spring is not too high now, so it is not a big problem to store the body in a cool and normal temperature environment for half a day. However, it would not be a good idea to store the body for most of the day in the scorching summer.

As Malashenko said, what to do about this matter is not something that can be decided by one person alone. We have to negotiate with the Yankees first and see what they say, and then we can decide how to deal with the remains.

After all, those who died were Americans, not Soviets. It is only natural that Americans should respect their own opinions.

But before that, Malashenko, who felt that he needed to figure out the detailed process of the whole thing, first focused on Kovanov.

"Tell me, what happened? Tell me the details clearly. You have ten minutes."