The summer rain came unexpectedly and gradually extinguished the flames on the ruins of the nest. Looking from a distance in the rain curtain, those strange purple-black flames looked like bunches of vigorous upward weeds, and then they were bent by the rain, and then Completely prostrate on the ground, completely integrated with the ruins, turning into fertilizer or fuel.
There were howls of pain in the battlefield medical tent. Shen Rusong sat numbly on his helmet. His injuries were not serious. In the two-day and one-night battle, he miraculously only suffered some flesh wounds. Although he was exposed to force Fighting in a radiation environment will shorten your lifespan, but...that's a story for another day.
Pots of blood and water were splashed out of the tent, and the medical vehicles were no longer sufficient. Many soldiers with minor injuries were even helping to carry stretchers to transport their dying comrades to the fortress in Area A. All the mobile troops were dispersed to the outside, chasing and retreating. Although the mutated beasts and other deformed species that are under surveillance have been captured, it is far from safe.
The morning breeze blew up the curtains, and the bloody broken bones inside were looming. There were many people who lost their arms, legs, and feet in the battle. Their injuries were too severe to be transported to the fortress and the south bank safety zone first.
"Hemostats!"
"Clamp this blood vessel!"
"Forget it! Burn to stop the bleeding!"
"Pacemaker! Pacemaker!"
"Doctor! Doctor! He can't survive..."
Without a minute's silence, the medical staff is never enough. The fallen soldier was covered with a bloody white cloth and carried to the open space. The soldier's badge was taken off and placed in an empty helmet, which made a gentle jingling sound.
One body after another was wrapped in white cloth and placed in the open space. Shen Rusong sat on his helmet, watching silently as the open space gradually filled up. He looked at the collapsed nest, silently hoping that there would be one more person, no matter who he was. Staggering out, he hoped it was a member of his squad, he hoped it was just someone from the company.
He clutched his military registration card, which was a simple two-piece plastic-coated iron piece engraved with his name, military registration number, and blood type. If he was killed in battle one day, he would fold the plate in half, put one piece into his mouth and bury it. The piece was taken away and turned into a death certificate, and most likely, he was buried in the sacrificed counterpart, which became his new hometown.
He hung his military badge back on his collar, but the other half of the military badge could only be held in his palm anyway.
Liu Zixu, that boy who was both evil and bad, and liked to encourage Yang Tian to do bad things, died. It is said that he was attacked by venom while throwing a grenade. The grenade exploded in his arms, leaving only a sign.
Yu Youan, that short, fat, male-loving, female-loving fat man, died. The man-wolf chewed off half of his shoulder alive. He died with his eyes open. He was trapped in a pile of corpses underground and could not be found...
Liu Youcheng and Liu Youde, both of whom didn't like to talk much. The two brothers who didn't have much presence in the class died together in battle. It was the soldier's badge sent by the infantry. Shen Rusong searched for a long time before wiping off the blood stains. Finally, Turn it out.
In half a month, his class has been reduced by half, including Liu Weiwei, who was considered a sacrifice, and Xie Guorong, who stepped on a booby trap and blew up until half of his helmet was left.
His class is only half full.
Many classes are only half full.
Shen Rusong stood up holding his knees. Raindrops continued to hit the oilcloth. He looked at the ruins of the lair with a heavy gaze. The "Oyuan" sign that had been conspicuous for hundreds of years also disappeared into the rubble. The human-wolf lair collapsed, revealing There are more outlines of the buildings behind and beside them, each one covered with fat bundles like weeds, and each one can only be captured after a fierce battle.
The unit of measurement here is not meters, but centimeters. For every inch of land recovered, an inch of blood will be shed.
Shen Rusong spit out the potassium iodide tablets in his mouth. He absorbed too much radiation. In two days, it reached the radiation level of the first quarter. He couldn't even calculate how much it was, 10 millisieverts? 20 mSv? Or 10 gray? Damn it, he doesn't even understand these damn units of measurement. He's still alive, with all his hands and feet, so what if he coughs up some blood?
His father died before he was forty years old. He died in the beast wave in order to protect the base. Which of the uncles in his family whose names he only heard of died on the surface? Not one died in a hospital bed.
What is he, Shen Rusong, so special? Is it worth worrying about so much?
Shen Rusong is very aware of the consequences of being exposed to too much radiation. In the first two days, he may only feel a little nauseous, and his skin will be itchy, red and swollen. After a while, it will suddenly heal on its own. There is not much to say except that it will hurt when touched. After a few weeks of this, the whole body rotted away, from the bones to the organs, and turned into plasma bit by bit. It lasted for dozens of days, and then he was buried in a lead-skin coffin and buried in a military cemetery.
Hasn't he seen it? When taking the train out of Longshan, what are the gray tombstones in the forest outside the 102 deployment base?
Watching Longshan die, he is lucky.
The anger, self-blame, and discomfort in Shen Rusong's heart all came to his throat, choking him so much that tears almost burst out of his eyes. He sniffed and raised his head to suppress the tears, but those tears that shouldn't be flicked still flowed down the corners of his eyes. onto clothes.
He unzipped his military uniform, took out a palm-sized pocket notebook, flipped through a few pages, and wrote heavily with the tip of his pen:
[If Loulan is not destroyed, it will never be returned! 】
[If Loulan is not destroyed, it will never be returned! 】
He tore off the page and slapped it into the helmet where the soldier card was placed. His pen was so heavy that it punctured the paper.
Shen Rusong threw away the notebook, took off his military uniform that was contaminated with radioactive dust and other toxic substances, stripped naked and walked to the battlefield shower room. He pulled the rope and cold water poured down.
Shen Rusong picked up the brush and brushed every inch of his skin with red eyes. The stiff bristles hurt him, but no matter how painful it was, it couldn't be compared to the moment when he broke off the soldier card with his own hands.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk." The skin was flushed with blood. Shen Rusong shouted suppressedly, as if he was crying or shouting. He punched the shower stall, and Tiepi suddenly made a fist mark.
He pulled the rope, the bucket overturned, and cold water poured over his head. He couldn't bear it anymore, covered his face and cried bitterly. While crying, he pulled the rope again, so that the cold water could wash away his tears and nose, so that no one would hear him. There is an irresponsible squad leader who is repenting.
Why is he so incompetent?
Why did he have to rush ahead?
Why doesn't he retreat?
Why does he want to be a hero?
Why? Why!
Shen Rusong's throat hurt from crying. The people who released the water stopped urging him to go out. He stared at the gray iron sheet in a daze.
The curtain opened, and the person outside handed him a new military uniform. He had a strange face, a familiar person, black hair, black eyes, a round face and a short nose. Their eyes met, they saw everything and said nothing.
He patted his shoulder and signaled Shen Rusong to come out. He put on his new military uniform without the title insignia and walked past a long queue waiting for bathing and disinfection. Everyone was dirty, with dirt on their faces, but , no one cried, they just walked forward silently step by step, waiting for the previous person to come out after washing.
A match lit a few cigarettes. The smoking soldier glanced at the clean Shen Rusong, raised the cigarette and smiled. His bandaged forehead was still bleeding, and then handed over the unsealed cigarette box.
Shen Rusong took one, brought the cigarette butt to it, lit it, and took a deep breath. It was spicy and rough, it was White Bird smoke.
Shen Rusong took several long puffs, and the cigarette burned out quickly. In the end, smoke was coming out of his ears, and the smoke naturally entered his lungs, causing him to cough heartbreakingly.
"No...ahem...no...thing" Shen Rusong waved his hand and refused the support.
His eyes were red from coughing and tears were streaming down his face, but Shen Rusong grinned and waved his hands, saying, "It's okay, brothers, it's okay."
"I just feel bad."
"I just feel uncomfortable..."
Shen Rusong wiped his nose, stamped out the cigarette butt, and turned to leave.
After returning to the team tent, everyone came back one after another when it got dark.
Deng Feng, Wu Wufei, Qiu Tiejun, Yang Tian, Luo Hong, plus Shen Rusong, six people. The big tent, which was originally full and a bit crowded, now only has two seats per person.
Everyone was wearing bandages, no one was smiling, everyone was smoking silently. As the squad leader, Shen Rusong wanted to speak comforting words, but this was his first year of service. Who would be used to spending time with his comrades day and night, all turned into black and white photos with vivid voices and faces?
Who wants five new people they have never met to move in next month? Then another crop, another crop?
They just lowered their heads and smoked, one after another. The empty cigarette box was quickly filled with cigarette butts, and the tent was filled with smoke. I was afraid that no one could bear it, and then we all cried together.
Suddenly, the tent curtain opened and everyone turned to look.
It's the sergeant major.
Xu Guofeng, who had a plaster on his right hand, looked at the six cubs one by one, supported the pile foundation, and said, "Let's go eat together."
"It's time to eat, here we come."
In just two words, the sergeant major opened the curtain door and let the six men come out one by one. They photographed each other and pointed at the cooking cart. The aroma of wheat rice and stew wafted over. The cooking soldiers wearing aprons were standing in a large hall. Fill the lunch box with a tablespoon.
Those who were usually lazy and liked to ask their comrades to bring food, all consciously stood in line one by one, walking slowly in a line that was half shorter than usual. Looking sideways, they saw the fortress mobile unit still working on the ruins of the lair, and then The rumble of gunfire from the horizon.
Xu Guofeng walked last with Shen Rusong. The sergeant major did not act with the second squad when the nest was cleared. To be precise, when the nest began to collapse, Shen Rusong couldn't see who was who.
The two grown men didn't like to greet each other too much. At this time, the company commander Xia Xiaoyuan was passing by. During the salute, he heard the company commander say: "More than forty losses, injuries..."
"It hurts more."
Xu Guofeng added.
While waiting for the meal, Shen Rusong patted the non-existent ashes and asked what he should do tomorrow. The nest was finished, and then what.
Xu Guofeng replied, stay here until the new order is conveyed.
Back and forth, no more than ten sentences, the heat rising from the rice pot combined with the mist drifting from the Hailan River, slowly floating into the sky, just like rain that always wipes away tears and blood, and then soaks into the soil together inside.
