Emergency Doctor Mercenary Road

   Chapter 713 The Gallows of Nineteen Forty-two

   Twenty or thirty Soviet prisoners in two military vehicles were driven down by the German soldiers who were escorting them.

  The Chinese shouted the password and escorted them to a four-story building.

   Soon, the prisoners were pushed into a large room on the first floor similar in size to a classroom, and forced to line up in two rows.

  A dozen German soldiers stood guard with guns on both sides, and a middle-aged man in a gray-black trench coat and glasses looked at them coldly with his hands behind his back.

   "Search everyone to find out who they are and which army they are from." The middle-aged man said in a low voice in German.

   Then, the German soldiers rushed up like wolves and searched them one by one.

  Lu Fei had already put valuable things into the space ring, except for the watch and Kevlar body armor, even the wine and sausage in his backpack.

   Only hid his military ID and medals in the interlayer of his cotton-padded jacket.

   The clanging sound continued, and the things on the soldiers were searched out one by one.

  From food and drink to wooden combs and nail clippers, the items are very rich. And the jaw-dropping women's underwear, ahem, Kournikova's stash in her pocket.

   The facial expressions of the German soldiers who found these pink things were very complicated.

  If he knew Chinese culture, he would know how bad luck this is.

   The friendly translator soldier of the German army found a half-bitten sausage and a pair of surgical plastic gloves from Lu Fei, smiled, and put them on the long table.

  Lu Fei smiled awkwardly, looking nervous. The muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and his left hand unconsciously pinched the hem of his clothes.

  The acting of the experience group is natural.

   He began to steal the show quietly, because Lu Fei believed that the professional Gestapo present would surely find him unusual.

   Then a German soldier took a pen and paper and began to question the troops of the Soviet prisoners of war and register their information.

"Tan, tank soldier, Ivan Ivanovich, 30 years old. I can't tell you the troop number, thank you." It was Lu Fei's turn, he stammered, with helpless persistence and stubbornness in his eyes .

  The questioning German soldier scratched the pimple on his face and looked up at Lu Fei. Surprisingly, he didn't reprimand or beat him, just looked back at the middle-aged man with glasses.

The meaning of    is obvious, this has a thorn, why don't you come?

   The middle-aged man with glasses strode over and stood in front of him unsurprisingly.

  The cold eyes stared at Lu Fei who was cramped from behind the lens. He seemed to think that killing with his eyes would make Lu Fei invisible and explain everything.

   "Name! Rank!"

   "Ivan, Private."

   "Tell me the number of your unit!"

   "No...no!" Lu Fei hesitated for a moment, his eyes subconsciously turned down the corners of his clothes.

   The middle-aged man with glasses was a Gestapo who specialized in screening prisoners of war to obtain information. He was not a novice, and immediately observed where Lu Fei's eyes were.

   "Grab his hands and control this guy!"

  Two German soldiers rushed up and twisted Lu Fei's hands back, and his head was pressed down at the same time.

   bowed his head and pouted his buttocks in a very shameful posture.

   A thought flashed in Lu Fei's mind, this posture seems to be called jet.

   The middle-aged Gestapo lowered his head and reached out and grabbed the hem of Lu Fei's padded jacket.

   He pinched a few times, and the apple muscle on the right side of his face moved up unconsciously, and half of his face smiled.

   "Bring a knife, this Bolshevik hid something in his clothes, and let me see what makes him cherish so much."

   Two minutes later, the Gestapo put aside the two medals that Lu Fei had upended, and flipped open his military ID card.

   "Tsk tsk, Mr. Vladimir, so you are a second lieutenant and a fighting hero! By the way, what else didn't you tell us? Tell me, the number of the unit you are currently in!"

  The two German soldiers let go of the hands holding his head, allowing Lu Fei to raise his head and speak.

   "Being captured by you Fascist gangs is my greatest shame, and I won't tell you anything!" Lu Fei raised his arrogant head with a heroic face of sacrifice, which made other Soviet prisoners of war admire.

   Of course, it’s hard to say if someone thinks he’s stupid.

  Lu Fei had already figured out that if it were not a heroic character, he would not have been imprisoned in a concentration camp, let alone sent to the Sachsenhausen concentration camp in Berlin.

   Being a traitor will definitely be left on the front line, or help the Chinese people with propaganda, or work for them, and there is absolutely no possibility of being sent to a concentration camp.

   The middle-aged Gestapo man with glasses smiled playfully, waved his hand, and said something that made Lu Fei's soul go away.

   "Complete him, pull him out, hang him!"

   "Ah! So sloppy?" Lu Fei opened his mouth wide and asked subconsciously.

  The two German soldiers carried out the Gestapo's order without hesitation, and went out with him.

   "Invite these so-called Bolsheviks out and show them how cowards are born! Of course, dead heroes can teach them too."

   The middle-aged Gestapo gave an order, and the Soviet prisoners were pushed out of the room door.

In front of the    building, there is an open space of hundreds of square meters.

The ground around    was all snow, with black mud in the middle.

  There is a gallows in the center of the soil, and a person hangs on it!

   The figure swaying in the wind on the noose and the gray uniform silently told the Soviet prisoners of war present that this was a living Soviet soldier.

  The German soldier took a three-level wooden step and put the person down neatly, and the movement was so skillful that it was frightening.

  Lu Fei's mind was blank at this time, this is not going according to the routine, you will know everything when you investigate. The basic skills of Cheka forgery are still there.

   Pravda and some propaganda pages have reports of him saving his father.

   Not allowing Lu Fei to think too much, the two German soldiers came up and tied his hands behind him, neatly pushed him up the three wooden steps, and the noose was quickly wrapped around his neck!

  Everything came so fast and violent, Lu Fei didn't realize a fact that was about to happen until the cold and rough thick rope of the noose felt.

   He will be hanged in no time!

  Lu Fei raised his head and glanced at the Gestapo with a sneer on his face more than ten meters away. He squeezed his fists, as long as he really ordered him to be hanged, he would draw a gun and wash the place!

  What are the advanced weapons in the space ring, and what are the most powerful ones.

   Fuck the mission, **** the leader son.

   I was going to hang me as soon as I got caught, so scary.

   The Gestapo raised his hand!

  Two German troops are ready to remove the wooden steps at any time!

  Lu Fei touched the ring with his finger!

   "Don't! Don't hang Ivan, he is from the 33rd Army!" A girl rushed out of the POW team and ran towards Lu Fei.

   is the unmanned Kournikova, she can't take it anymore.

   "Don't stop her, haha, it's funny that this Vladimir didn't say anything before he died! You think I can't find it out? Guards! Put him down and imprison him with other prisoners of war.

   Give me 24 hours and I will find out who you are, dear comrade "Lenin"! I will not let you easily become a dead hero, I will torture you severely! "

   The middle-aged Gestapo's eyes behind glass lenses shone with perverted light.

   Standing on the steps, Lu Fei ignored Kournikova's lower body and looked up at the Gestapo proudly, his eyes also shining.

  You pervert has finally been fooled. When you really find out who "I" is, I will kill you immediately!

   Damn, I'm going to hang Laozi when I come up, scaring the baby to death.

   His heart moved violently, and his face still looked like a hero who died heroically without yielding.

   Ten minutes later, the captives were untied and rushed into a large warehouse.

   Hundreds of Soviet prisoners of war were already locked in the warehouse. They were standing or sitting scattered around the warehouse. In the open space in the middle, there were more than a dozen Soviet prisoners of war lying on the ground dying.

  Lu Fei was pushed into the warehouse, and he stumbled and rolled to the ground together with several Soviet soldiers.

The door behind    was slammed shut, and the warehouse was instantly darkened.

   Under the dim light of the warehouse transom, Lu Fei knelt on the ground and looked at the wounded, and asked subconsciously, "What happened to them?"

   "Brother, don't worry, some of these brothers are injured, some are sick with colds and fever, you can't save them." A middle-aged white bearded man by the wall whispered in a sad and desperate voice.

   Most of the other Soviet soldiers had numbness and despair on their faces, and even the sadness was gone.

   "That won't do, they are all good brothers who fight for the country, they are all lives!" Lu Fei shook his head and stood up again.

   He walked to the closed gate and knocked vigorously without hesitation.

   "Clang clang clang!"

   "Anyone? There are many patients here, please give me my first aid kit!"

   knocked dozens of times before the door was opened.

   Before he could speak, two MP40s were placed on his chest!

   "Knock again and I'll kill you! Go back!"

   "Give me a first aid kit, I want to save people!"

   "Boom!" Two big feet kicked Lu Fei between his chest and abdomen, kicking him to the ground.

  The two German submachine gunmen immediately raised the MP40.

   "Don't shoot! He is an important prisoner of war, go out." The German soldier who could speak Russian shouted after him.

  The German submachine gunner who was guarding the door of the warehouse walked out with a blank expression. The German soldier who could speak Russian smiled at Lu Fei, took out Lu Fei's first aid kit from his leather bag, and threw it on the ground.

   "Vladimir, this is war! You have to forget that you used to be a doctor." The German translator shook his head.

   "Thank you, even in war, we should be humans! Not animals."

   The warehouse door was closed again, Lu Fei picked up the first aid kit on the ground and turned around to save people.

   "Kournikova, come and help me, tie the bleeding brother's limbs above the wound first. I will save the unconscious brother first." Lu Fei greeted Kournikova loudly.

   pointed to the four warriors on the ground and gave her a few restraints.

   "Okay! I'm here."

  Kournikova got up immediately and turned to look at the four wounded warriors, who were five big and three thick, but she was a little clueless.

   "I'll help you, brothers, come and help!" The gray-bearded middle-aged man stood up and waved to the soldiers around him.

   The numb faces of the soldiers had a trace of anger, and they subconsciously gathered around.

   Lu Fei took out a medical flashlight from nowhere and bit it into his mouth.

   Then Lu Fei simply smeared the wound with alcohol because of his ignorance, took out the bullet from a soldier who was shot in the shoulder, and quickly stitched the stitches to stop the bleeding.

   There is no anesthesia in the whole process, only a little alcohol for disinfection.

   The remaining soldiers who were shot in the chest and abdomen had no choice but to watch them wait to die.

   In order not to attract Chinese people during the operation, the wounded soldiers stood firm the whole time. The blood and the sound of forbearance made the soldiers tremble with fear and respect Lu Fei.

   And Lu Fei's face was full of blood splattered from the wound, but he didn't care at all.

after an hour.

  The wounds of six soldiers were treated, and even a soldier who had a cold and high fever was quietly injected with anti-inflammatory drugs to control his condition.

  Lu Fei sighed as he looked at the five dying soldiers who were moved to the corner of the warehouse.

   "Oh, I don't have the conditions to open the abdomen for blood transfusion. I can't save them. I'm really sorry."

   "I'm Kutuzov, the third company commander, Dr. Vladimir, you are already great. The brothers here have already survived six or seven by you, aren't you brothers!"

  The white-bearded Kutuzov stretched out his hand and shook hands with Lu Fei who had taken off his gloves.

   "Yes! Comrade Vladimir, you are a good man!"

   "Thank you for saving my brother! God bless you!"

   "I was also injured, and the shrapnel from my leg was not taken out. Brother, can I ask you to take a look?"

   "Me too, I have a wound on my back, can it be cured?"

   The scene was noisy, and it became a large emergency scene in seconds.

   "Quiet and quiet, they are all brothers in distress, I will definitely help everyone! Brother Kutuzov, help me maintain order, everyone queues up."

The    warriors agreed with a bang, and immediately lined up at Kutuzov's shout.

   "Kournikova, give me a flashlight and light this little brother's calf, don't shake your hands, it's just a little blood."

   "Okay, okay, they sent it before, no, I've never seen such a **** scene."

  The wounded's calf was cut open by Lu Fei after simple disinfection, and he used tweezers to dig through the flesh and blood for a while. This scene was ordinary in the eyes of the doctor, but in the eyes of the girl, it was very frightening.

   "Calm down, these are our brothers, we are saving people, this job is as great as eliminating devils."

   "Got it, Comrade Vladimir." Kournikova slowly calmed down.

   Even if the other prisoners of war in the warehouse were not hurt, their eyes became brighter as they watched Lu Fei treat everyone.

   But someone secretly looked at the medical flashlight in Kournikova's hand, his eyes rolling.

   An hour later, Lu Fei sat on the ground panting after he had dealt with the pain of the soldiers within his power.

   He unconsciously touched his upper right pocket, feeling lonely.

   "Brother, you want to smoke, huh, huh, how can such a good thing come from. Don't forget that you are also a prisoner like us." Kutuzov patted his shoulder and smiled.

   "Brother Kutuzov, that's not necessarily true. You may not know that I used to be a magician."

   While speaking, Lu Fei took out a bag full of "Camel Brands" from his jacket pocket.

   "Come on, have a taste, everyone has a taste of American products, and each one will enjoy two puffs." Lu Fei took out one, and handed out nearly a whole pack.

   "This? So amazing? My God!" Kutuzov took it subconsciously, exclaiming constantly.

   "You old guy, you're going to smoke, it's killing me!"

   "Take it easy, you are calling a fart, and recruit the Chinese!"

   "Although I have a hole in my chest, I want to take a puff, please!"

   There was a low-pitched and eager clamor all around, and this pack of cigarettes could be regarded as lighting up the audience.

   What prisoners of war longed for most was freedom and a normal life.

   That pack of camels is not a pack of cigarettes, but something called hope.

   "Ding!" A flame lit above the lighter, and four or five heads with cigarettes in their mouths approached.

   "Hey, huh! How cool!"

   "Get out of the way, I'm going to set fire too!"

   "Grusha, you got it, take two bites, give it to me!"

   "Brother Vladimir, you are the most powerful magician in the world!"

   (end of this chapter)