Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 279: Rescue

Weirler is a thoughtful person, before he makes any decision, he will first consider the possible accidents. But this scene before him is obviously the scene he least wants to see. The head of state has accidentally exposed his identity under the public. At this time, there are only six followers beside him. What is worse is that one of them is now lying on his own. In a pool of blood.

Jaeger’s injury is not optimistic. The lung puncture injury should have caused the pneumothorax. I don’t know whether other organs have been injured, and what is the internal bleeding. What can be confirmed now is if the sergeant Lucky to survive this time, his future life will also undergo a radical change.

Weiller has seen many wounded in similar situations during the war. Normally, even if these people recover, they are no longer suitable for continuing to serve in the military, and they can only participate in some light physical labor in the rest of their lives. The Wehrmacht has a complete set of compensation and resettlement plans for officers and soldiers who have been retired or disabled due to injuries. They even customized various prostheses for officers and soldiers who were physically disabled in the battle. All of them are marked with a flying eagle seal accepted by the German logistics department.

"Go back!" Colonel Daogen stood up in front of the head of state, and raised his pistol to the sky, deterring the people around him who were about to move.

"Protect the Führer!" The remaining two guards also took out their pistols. In this case, no one was worried about whether it would cause panic.

"Everyone is moving back." Disenhofen drew the PPK pistol from the holster under his ribs and surrounded Xu Jun with several other guards.

On the streets of Berlin in 1940, the deterrent power of guns was quite strong. Of course, Dougen and their Gestapo costumes also played a role. At least the order on the scene was temporarily controlled, and people were excited. , Surrounded the Führer and his party. ,

Weirler felt that he must immediately **** the Führer away from here before the situation turned out to be uncontrollable, because he found that more and more people were approaching here from all directions.

"I am Reinhardt von Steid! The head of the Greater German Empire!" Xu Jun pushed Colonel Daogen away and said loudly to the surrounding crowd.

The scene of the noisy incident suddenly became quiet as the head of state suddenly spoke.

"Hi! Reinhardt!" Someone suddenly raised his head, and after a second, the atmosphere on the scene burst again like a volcano.

"Hi! Reinhardt!" "Victory! Long live!" "Long live! Long live!" People cheered frantically.

At least half of the people present were members of the Nazi Party, and the rest were full of identification with the young head of state. These people may have never dreamed that there would be such a day of close contact with the apostle. At this moment, coupled with the influence of the surrounding people, the brain has fallen into an extreme state of excitement. What kind of German reserved and self-control has long been lost. Throw it out of the sky.

"Please be quiet! Please be quiet!" Xu Jun stretched his arms, making quiet gestures.

"Quiet! Listen to the head of state speaking!"

"Quiet all!" The citizens standing in front also began to shout loudly to the surroundings, but the cheers continued to rang for more than ten seconds before gradually subduing.

Weirler secretly estimated that in just one minute, at least a thousand people have gathered around here. If this number is not controlled, how will this number eventually grow? Your Chief of Staff simply I dare not imagine.

"Very well, how many Nazi members are here, please raise your arm to let me see." Xu Jun asked loudly.

"I am, my head of state."

"And me! My head of state!"

"I joined in three to five years!"

"The party members present all raised their hands!" In a blink of an eye, a piece of arm was raised all around.

"Comrades, there is a seriously wounded man here. He is also our comrade. He was bravely wounded in order to prevent the gangsters from committing crimes. Now he needs to be sent to the hospital immediately for rescue. I now ask you in the name of the head of the Greater German Empire to maintain it. The order at the scene leaves a little space for the wounded." The head of state's loud voice echoed above the crowd.

"Be willing to serve, my head of state."

"Get out of the way quickly and give the wounded some space!"

"Go back! Go back all!"

"Don't squeeze forward anymore." Amidst the echoes, the crowd began to step back around, and soon gave way to a large area in the middle of the walkway.

In this era, the worship of authority by ordinary Germans is unmatched in any period in history, let alone the head of the empire who gave orders, and also used the word "request".

When Germans become fanatical, they often forget the education they have received in the past. In the large gatherings in the past years, a large number of police forces were required to maintain order each time. The situation like this can almost be regarded as a miracle. The head of state can easily separate the crowd like a sea tide just by virtue of his personal charm.

"My head! I am a surgeon and I don't know if I can help." At this time, a well-dressed man squeezed out the crowd and asked.

"Great, doctor, what is your name." Xu Jun asked with a smile.

"Dr. Hermann Kuhn, a surgeon at the Berlin City Hospital, my head of state." Kuhn nodded politely.

"It's nice to meet you, Doctor Kuhn, we just need your help." Xu Jun expressed his welcome to the doctor.

"Are there any doctors here?" several bold citizens asked loudly.

"I am, please let me in, I am a military doctor!" The crowd quickly gave up another passage, allowing the military doctor to squeeze in front.

"Major Schulte salutes you, my head of state." The military medical major raised his hand in salute. He was wearing a brand-new army dress with a military medical emblem on his epaulettes.

"Very well, Major, you go and see the situation of the wounded right away." Xu Jun returned a military salute, then pointed to Jaeger who was lying on the side and said.

"Yes, my Führer." The major saluteed again, and then rushed towards the wounded.

"My head of state, your car is ready." A guard stepped forward and reported. The guard was guarding the second car just now, but failed to catch up with the accident. When he found that something was wrong, he hurried over with four submachine guns.

"Don't worry, I can leave after the wounded stabilizes." Xu Jun waved his hand and motioned the guard to step aside.

"Sergeant Jaeger’s condition was very bad. There was internal bleeding in his chest. I gave him two shots of morphine. Now he needs to be transfused immediately, a lot of blood." Soon Dr. Kuhn and Major Schulte checked. After the injury, we came to report to Xu Jun together.

"Do you have any idea?" Xu Jun asked.

"I have blood transfusion kits in my medical kit, but the problem is that we don't have plasma in our hands." Dr. Kuhn replied.

"Can I directly infuse fresh blood?" Xu Jun is not very good at medical treatment, but he grew up in the era of the knowledge explosion.

"This requires a blood type test, but I didn't carry reagents and a microscope." Kuhn replied embarrassedly.

"Sergeant Jaeger has blood type A." Daogen interjected.

Every German soldier has to test his blood type during the medical checkup, which will be recorded on his military ID and military badge~IndoMTL.com~ Usually these medical parameters are also recorded on the inside of the uniform, but the sergeant wears it today. They are plain clothes, not uniforms.

"There are at least a thousand people here, and there are always some who know their blood type." Xu Jun made a decision at this moment.

"Everyone listens to me. Now the wounded are in urgent need of blood transfusion. I hope that comrades with blood type A can stand up and donate their blood to save this brave soldier. As the head of the empire, I will be ranked first. One." Xu Jun finished taking off his coat and suit, and rolled up his shirt sleeves.

"Let's start with me, doctor, if I remember correctly, I am also blood type A." The head of state smiled brightly on his face, revealing white arms.

"Wait a minute, my head, I want to sterilize the needle first." Dr. Kuhn opened the medical purse he brought with him, full of emotion in his heart.

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