Excessive blood loss and severe hypothermia tortured Fadeev. However, the penetrating wound on his chest was not worth mentioning. A gunshot injured the right lobe of his lung. The injury was serious but not fatal.
His consciousness was blurring a little bit, his lips were pale, and his whole body exuded the aura of a dead body. Hallucinations formed in his mind, and his words began to pass by like a slide.
Father, mother, childhood... He was the school bully when he was a boy, and the most beautiful girl had him pinned down in a pile of straw...
Then came the military academy career, followed by the title of nobility and his own hard work, and he rose to the top all the way. But the stagnation period finally occurred after he was appointed major general at the age of forty.
From the plains and forests of Western Europe, to the war-torn Crimea, and then to garrison in the Caucasus, he was finally transferred to the Central Asian Plateau to assist Agub in training his troops to invade Xinjiang.
Year after year, the young genius was forgotten by the empire... No, no, it can't be said to be forgotten. After each mission, he and his army received a commendation order from the Tsar, and even he himself Received several gold medals.
The Tsar has not forgotten him, nor has Moscow forgotten him, and his tasks have been successfully completed one by one.
Why can't I improve my official title? Why is he getting further and further away from Moscow? Is it really just the old men in the military who are jealous of talents?
Fadeyev couldn't understand that it had been six years since he was promoted to major general at the age of forty, and he had been stagnant in this position for six full years.
"After this damn war, I should be able to get a long vacation... I want to go back to Moscow, I want to see His Majesty, and I want to find out why..."
When he was unconscious, he only had this thought, but at this moment, he could feel his soul leaving his body. The cold feeling disappeared and was replaced by waves of warmth.
"What is he talking about? What on earth is he talking about... morphine! A large dose of morphine to stimulate! Quick, quick, quick..."
Morphine, a strong analgesic extracted from opium, was extracted from the laboratory by French chemists in 1806. From the moment of its birth, it has been a widely used emergency medicine.
But it is undeniable that this drug is too expensive in this era. In the era before large-scale industrial production was developed, morphine could only be extracted in small quantities in the laboratory.
"Who would give me such expensive medicine? My adjutant does have a packet in his hand, but he has long since thrown it away..."
Suddenly there was a tingling sensation on his inner thigh, and then a warmth surged through his body. The near-death experience dissipated instantly, the cold feeling and the stinging pain of the wound disappeared, and at that moment his spirit was lifted.
When he opened his eyes, a heroic young man appeared in front of him. Fadeyev subconsciously wanted to do it, but when he moved his waist, he found that he had no strength at all.
"Who are you? Your military uniform is very different from all Chinese people. Why do you have nine gold stars on your shoulders? What is your military rank?" Fadeyev asked.
The visitor was none other than Xiao Letian. The nine-gold-star epaulette was the creation of an Italian fashion designer. A series of Chinese military uniforms were chosen by Italian and Prussian fashion designers.
Nine is a number respected by the Chinese. Among the Chinese, only Xiao Letian can possess the nine-star epaulette. Moreover, the Chinese code has clearly stipulated that the nine-star epaulette is unique to Xiao Letian, even if the Chinese military commanders succeed him a hundred years later. , and can only wear eight gold stars.
"My Russian is very poor at translating what he said!" Xiao Letian nodded and said to the translator beside him.
There are four accompanying translators, all of whom have been doing business with Russians for many years. This can greatly avoid translation mistakes.
"I am Xiao Letian! Prime Minister of the Chinese ethnic group, please state your name and military rank..."
Fadeyev's eyes suddenly lit up, and he subconsciously stood up. This was a dialogue with the commander-in-chief of a nation, and he must show respect without losing the national prestige of Tsarist Russia.
But the blood loss was too much, and after struggling twice, he still didn't get up. Xiao Letian said to his medical staff, "Check his blood type, extract blood from the officer's reserve blood bank...give him a shot of morphine, and help him get up." !”
"Two piles of bonfires are not enough, add two more piles, and prepare hot water and charcoal pots..."
The darkness before dawn is the coldest, and now the temperature is at least 19 or even 20 degrees below zero. Even uninjured strong men cannot bear this weather, let alone the injured.
There were two large individual backpacks placed behind Fadeev, which allowed him to sit up reluctantly. The extra shot of morphine cheered him up even more. A group of soldiers in white were busy comparing blood types. Soon, Plasma bottled in an incubator was injected into Fadeev's body.
Fadeyev watched everything in silence. He suddenly sighed and whispered, "I never expected that the Chinese army would be so advanced, that you would have such a powerful medical force, and that your equipment would be so sophisticated..."
"I'm not as good as you! You've shattered all my old impressions of the Chinese..."
"Translate! What is he talking about?" Xiao Letian asked, and soon the four translators told Xiao Letian exactly what Fadeyev said.
Xiao Letian pulled a horse for himself and sat next to Fadeev. At this moment, the soldiers had used sheepskins to form a circular windproof curtain. Xiao Letian and Fadeev were surrounded in the middle, accompanied by translators. There were only a few medical staff outside.
"Let's get straight to the point! You should know why I want to save your life. Your survival is very important to me!" Xiao Letian said.
"Haha... Yes, of course I know what you want me to do. Do you need me to order all the Cossacks to stop resisting and accept your prisoners? You still hope that a living me can be the most useful bargaining chip on the negotiation table, right? ?”
Xiao Letian nodded, "You are very smart. This is exactly what I want, but this is also what you need most now! Give up, you have run out of ammunition and food. If you persist, you will die of cold and hunger..."
"Do you know what the prisoners said the most when I came here? They were begging us for food... Haha, the elite Cossack cavalry of Tsarist Russia turned into beggars begging for food. What a travesty!"
Fadeev's face turned red, maybe because he was angry or because the blood transfusion had taken effect.
"Ahem...you can enjoy your victory, but you can't insult us! If we hadn't lost our supplies, do you think you could defeat us?"
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