Someone once said that veterans will not die on the battlefield because they are not afraid of death. This statement has a bit of religious fatalism. It seems that everyone can refute it, but as long as you have experienced a real war, you will believe this statement from the bottom of your heart. , accept this sentence, agree with this sentence.
If you are not afraid of death, you will not die! On a battlefield with thousands of troops, the coward is always the first to die.
Nicholas was a loyal believer in this theory. He sat in the wounded barracks behind the position, bare-chested and looked at the Chinese fortress with rumbling artillery fire in front of him, his eyes extremely gloomy.
He didn't understand why he suffered a loss at the hands of that short man. What was that ghostly swordsmanship? How can a person be trained to be so flexible? Isn't he immune to the pull of Earth's gravity?
Nicholas refused to accept it. He was thinking too much. Now the military doctor was using thick needles to sew the wound on his back, and he didn't even know it hurt.
The one-foot-long wound penetrated an inch into the flesh. The military doctor was shocked. The white periosteum was just exposed, and blood seeped out from the wound, flowing down like a small waterfall. If the wound was cut another centimeter into the wound, the internal organs would It was completely out in the open, so he probably had to get cut.
According to the current level of field hospitals, once dirt is found in the internal organs, it will definitely become infected and inflamed, and even gods will not be able to save it.
"Nicholas! You are such a warrior! You didn't even die from such a serious wound. God really loves you... Please bear with me. I don't have any anesthesia here anymore. It will be very painful to sew the wound..."
Nicholas ignored the military doctor's words, as if he was born with no pain. The thick suture needle broke through the flesh, and he didn't even mess up his breathing rhythm.
"Anesthetics are only used by cowards. How can the warriors of the Tsar be afraid of pain... When I was 16 years old, I encountered a grizzly bear in the mountains. Do you know what my reaction was? I went up and punched it twice. Without warning, rush up to it and beat it up!"
"Hahaha... Do you know what happened next? That grizzly bear was actually beaten away by me... It originally wanted to go to the river, but it just found me. Before I could judge whether it was an enemy, I rescued it and rushed away. Go up!"
"My father once told me that fear is the most useless thing in the world. You should leave it to your enemies... rush forward and frighten the enemies with an indomitable and decisive momentum, so that they will be fearful and be beaten. After being beaten violently, he still ran away in embarrassment..."
"The bear was not so much beaten by me as it was scared away by my momentum. At that moment, the grizzly bear must have thought that I was a madman... Yes, only madmen in this world are invincible! "
The military doctor sewed several stitches and found that Nicholas was indeed not afraid of pain. He became more steady in his movements and talked more relaxedly. "What about the Chinese people above? Who are they?"
Nicholas was silent for a moment. Yes, if he is a warrior, then what does it mean to defeat the warrior? He was killed by others in hand-to-hand combat, and it was the hand-to-hand combat that he was most proud of.
The artillery suppression in the distance continued, and the explosion of artillery shells released bursts of bright light. In that moment of light, Nicholas saw countless young soldiers gathering in a safe area. When the artillery firing stopped, a new wave of charges began. It's about to begin.
Just like the one he had just experienced, thousands of people rushed up, and they might succeed or fail, but whether they stayed up there or were beaten back, many of these young men were destined to die or become permanently disabled.
Look at the hellish screams and wailings in the open-air hospital. The screams were like slaughtering pigs, which could not even be suppressed by the explosion of artillery shells. Wounded soldiers covered in blood were carried in, and familiar comrades covered their brothers' wounds with their hands. Shout out to the doctor.
There were running medics and caregivers everywhere, everyone's clothes were stained with blood, and everyone's expressions were twisted and ferocious.
"Don't saw the legs... don't saw the legs... I want my legs..." The soldier whose thigh was blown and maimed was struggling on the simple operating table. Nicholas knew the young man. They once drank in a dirty tavern. Drinking and fighting.
The young soldier who was once a lively and vigorous young soldier was now as frightened as a dying rabbit. He begged his squad leader, his comrades, and the military doctor, begging them to keep his legs. He did not want to be crippled for the rest of his life.
But everything was in vain. Four or five brothers cried with tears in their faces and pressed him hard on the operating table. The hacksaw in the hands of the military doctor fell mercilessly.
The teeth-searing friction sound shocked the people around, and the injured soldier let out a scream that was not like a human voice. Nicholas's heart palpitated when he heard it, and the hands of the military doctor behind him also shook, and he even sewed the wound crookedly.
"Brother, just bear with it a little longer... It will be fine, it will be fine. We will take care of you when you are disabled..." The company commander burst into tears, but he did not realize that his brother was shouting. The voice has become quieter and quieter.
"It's a success, it's finally a success!" the doctor who sawed the leg shouted excitedly, "Hurry up and bandage the wounded soldiers immediately..."
The words stopped suddenly, because everyone had discovered that the injured soldier's face was livid, his lips were pale, and there was no sign of breathing.
"I'm sorry...I've tried my best! He was bleeding too much, and there's really nothing we can do..."
"Asshole, didn't you say you can survive by amputating your legs? You bastard..." The frantic soldier rushed forward and punched him. The medic who was beaten didn't fight back. He wiped the blood from his lips and let out a long sigh.
"I have to save the other soldiers... If you are really angry, just attack the enemy. It is not me who kills him, but the enemy on the top of the mountain..."
Death has become a common occurrence in this field hospital. The military doctor has seen many corpses and many crazy comrades. It is not uncommon to be scolded or beaten. After silently saluting the dead body, the doctor continued to treat The other wounded soldiers were treated, leaving only a group of sad soldiers.
Nicholas took a deep breath, "Yes! To be able to force our brave Tsarist Russian warriors to do this... they are actually a group of lunatics! They are really not like the Chinese people written in the intelligence! Didn't the ambassador in Beijing say this? A nation is like a group of sheep. Just putting a few cannons in front of their homes will scare them into pissing their pants, but why is everything in front of them wrong?"
At this moment, the artillery fire in front suddenly stopped, followed by a wave of shouts of killing, and another wave of fresh troops entered the battle. The doctor behind Nicholas stitched the last stitch, and then began to use a gauze layer layer wrapping.
"Okay, there should be no problem with your wound. We'll see if it becomes inflamed in the next week... Okay, don't stay here to take up space..."
The military doctor looked up at the crowds of people fighting on their side and lamented, "God bless them, these poor boys... I'm afraid I don't know how many wounded soldiers will be carried, and I don't know how many will die..."
"Tonight the gates of hell are wide open, and Satan himself comes to collect people..."
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