Chapter 257 253. Otaka Town

Mendestein roughly understood the ability of the opponent's commander in the small-scale battle in the woods. He was experienced and skilled in command, decisive and rational.

If you want to deal with him, in addition to relying on soldiers, you also need to think from your perspective and judge the other party's next action based on your thinking. When you come to this small town called Otaka, Mendestein's ability to think from your perspective is

The result.

The soil on the ground attracted him to the church, but when they pushed the door in an extremely alert posture, they found that what was hidden inside was not the Austrian superior officer he had always believed in, but a temporary hospital.

Rather than saying it is a hospital, it is actually just an ordinary ambulance station, with several patients lying everywhere, including men and women.

When they saw Mendestein's team rushing into the church, they were surprised, afraid of filling their faces, and there were screams of women and some discouraged words of accepting their fate.

"It's over, it's Austrian!"

"They still caught up!"

"Are we going to die here?"

"No, I don't want to die yet, help me."

Mendestein admitted that he was a little confused when he first entered the door. The scene in front of him was too different from what he had imagined in his mind for a while. However, after a brief doubt, he came to his senses and let his people surround the church.

, while going forward to find the pastor in the church.

"You're from here"

"I am a pastor, but not a pastor here." The visitor was wearing a simple pastoral outfit, a cross necklace on his chest, and holding the Bible in his hand, looking a little nervous, "I, I am praying sincerely for these patients.

, hope, hope that the Almighty Lord can save them.”

"It seems we are being treated as bad people." Mendestein asked, looking at the people who were caring for the sick, "You are also pastors here?"

"No, we are all doctors, from Italy." A man in his 30s walked up and pointed to the young people behind him and said, "They are all my students, and the two are journalists from France."

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The other party was indeed in Italian. Seeing that Mendestein and the people around him couldn't understand it, he changed to German with a slightly accent to explain it: "We are members of the Red Cross Society, and I heard that the battle here is very anxious.

, so I made an appointment with two French journalists to come and help together.”

After a brief introduction, the two reporters stepped forward and muffled Mendestein's face in German with French accent: "We are reporters of Le Figaro."

The Red Cross Society has just been established and is not well-known, but the Geneva Conference is something that every commander of the army should know. The conference clearly stipulated the neutral status of military hospitals and medical personnel, and stipulated that injured soldiers should be given regardless of their nationality.

and repatriation according to the conditions stipulated in the Convention.

The binding force stipulated by the meeting is actually not very high, but both sides of the war want to stand on the moral high ground, so they basically abide by the regulations and at most they can only make some small moves.

If military doctors from hostile countries are treated well, then the Italian doctors in front of them should be called friends.

And that's even more so for those two reporters.

Just last week, Mendestein met an observation group composed of foreign journalists in his division headquarters. There are so many problems like the snow water in the Alps in spring. Among them, French journalists are the hardest to deal with, and it seems that they are everywhere.

They all want to go against Prussia.

"Reporter of Le Figaro?" Mendestein immediately became alert, and a smile appeared on his tense face, "Why are you here?"

"We came with these Italian doctors who came to the front line to help, hoping to give a special report on the battlefield medical treatment for the war between Pu and Austria." A reporter wrote a few sentences in his small notebook and then said

, "I didn't expect to meet it on the road."

Only after this was the case, Mendestein realized that he was regarded as an Austrian.

He was about to defend his nationality, but suddenly he found that there was a huge loophole in the whole thing: "Do you guys think we are the Austrian army?"

"Yes, the Austrians are very unfriendly to us." The reporter just now seemed to recall some not-to-date past events and was so angry that he came. "I was helping in the Austrian military camp yesterday, but because some of them had already passed.

In the war, many Austrian soldiers were rude to us and even wanted to take us down and seek credit.”

"Okay, stop talking about this."

The Italian doctor just stopped the reporter and said to Mendestein calmly: "If you are Austrians, please spare us in the Geneva Convention. We just want to cure the disease and save the patient, and there is no other motivation. If you

I am a Prussian, and I hope you don’t disturb the patient’s rest.”

Several soldiers around Mendestein nodded repeatedly when he looked at the room of civilians with no power, ready to turn around and leave the church.

But as soon as he was about to leave, he was kept by his commander: "I don't mean to offend you, but I have a question that needs you to answer."

"What's the question?"

"The carriage you just took? Walking on the gravel road?"

"Yes, that's right."

"How could I get here?"

"It's not because you're worried that you are those radical Austrian soldiers, so that's it."

Two questions brought the other party into his pocket. Mendestein was about to tighten his pockets and end the entire conversation with the last question. Unexpectedly, a young doctor in the distance suddenly spoke with a very strong Lombardy accent:

By the way, when you came, you should have seen a guard who blocked the hillsides of the highlands, right?"

This is exactly the question Mendestein wants to ask.

Because these people were all wearing Austrian military uniforms, they said that they had a bad relationship with the Austrian army and were inconsistent. But by chance, this sentence was said from their mouths, and the situation was different.

"You ask about the military uniform?" the young man sighed and said, "That was stolen from that military camp. He was ready to use this outfit to block the disaster when he encountered pursuers."

Mendestein was caught off guard and didn't know how to answer for a while.

According to the other party, the guards were not Austrian soldiers, and their previous orders were equivalent to murder.

If this is reported by two French journalists, the problem will be great. If the development of the matter is true, it will only be possible to solve all the problems by solving these people. By then, the captain of the Prussian company will never be ruthless.

"Oh, this is so depressing!" Mendestein said, "We have been fighting back and forth for half an hour."

"How are they?" the pastor asked quickly.

"Both of us were killed and injured." Mendestein looked at the pastor who asked the question, and then looked at the two reporters next to him, "Why didn't they notice when they saw our Prussian uniform?"

This question hit the vital point, and many people showed a little surprise to the face.

The Prussian military uniforms are black and blue, and there will be a little red. The Austrian military uniforms are white, blue, black, and red are only used to embellish.

"Oh, they are all mercenaries, they are just using money to do things." The young doctor just now spoke again and explained, "I didn't expect that they didn't even know military uniforms, and we didn't understand these things. But there was nothing we could do, Austrian officers

There are all kinds of military uniforms, and my eyes are blurred."

"Oh, if we had known this was the case, we wouldn't have run away."

"It's the Austrian military uniform that hurts people."

The explanation is far-fetched, but it makes sense. It is common for not seeing military uniforms clearly on the battlefield.

Of course, the most important thing is that Mendestein dared not do anything randomly.

The two French journalists had no objection to their words just now, and they clearly were protecting themselves. These so-called doctors and patients were protected by the Geneva Convention, and doing things indiscriminately meant to discredit the legitimacy of the Prussian War.

It's just that, all this needs to be based on the correctness of identity.

Because Mendestein did not understand journalists, French journalists were even further away. But he knew doctors very well. He had been used to the work of doctors in temporary ambulance centers for so many years in the army. As long as he had doubts about his identity, he would have it.

There are reasons for doubt, and reasons for taking action.

To be honest, he really hopes that all the people in front of him are true.

Because as long as their identity is true, it will be great news for the wounded soldiers and Oper who are about to enter the town.

"I heard that Italian surgeons are very good." The topic suddenly moved from the guard to the surgeon. Mendestein looked at the Italian surgeon just now and asked, "I believe that you and your students have very good surgical skills.

It's amazing."

"Generally, it's just a level of being able to show off."

"Oh, by the way, I am the commander of a Prussian reconnaissance cavalry company, Mendestein." After reporting to his house, the captain, who was pressing step by step, asked, "I wonder what you call me?"

“Cino.”

"Oh, Doctor Chino." Mendestein asked suddenly, "Since you are a doctor and are in this kind cathedral, you should not refuse the injured soldiers, right?"

"Of course." Chino turned around and looked at his students and the patients lying on the bench, and said, "I came here to be a patient who was not healed. The soldiers were in the battlefield, but

After being injured and losing combat power, he is a neutral civilian."

Mendestein could not see the hesitation in his eyes, and this calmness could not be done: "Then it will be a labor."

The captain's attitude was very good, but his actions meant that he had very distrust of the people in front of him. There were soldiers from the cavalry company guarding him inside and outside the church. He was not simply standing guard, but watching them as prisoners.

For Kavi and the others, it is a blessing to avoid the first wave of conflict, and they can only take one step at a time.

Two hours later, the wounded soldiers carrying stretchers from behind entered the town of Otaka one after another. More than a dozen wounded soldiers came to the church with the help of stretchers, crutches and the help of their comrades.

Their injuries were not serious. After all, the blocking team used ordinary rifles. The power of the bullet was limited, and as long as it failed to hit the vital point, it would be saved.

"There are three gunshot wounds in the upper limbs. No bones were injured from the injection angle, and there was not much bleeding."

“Are bandage specifications?”

"I'll just bandage it again."

"There are 5 gunshot wounds in the lower limbs, 2 are not seriously injured, and the bleeding is not large. Two should have injured the bones, and they are not misaligned, just rest in bed. Another one injured his thigh, and the bleeding is relatively large, and the injured person's face is not very good.
To be continued...