When the medical helicopter finally arrived at the Hui River and sent Shen Rusong back to Yanqi Army Hospital with a blood bag hanging on it, he was already dying.
The thick gate of the Yanqi base was suddenly lowered. Infrastructure soldiers wearing ponchos stood in the field and watched many scarred military trucks drive in. When they bent down and continued to pick up shovels, the sound of horse hooves was heard again. Come, it's the cavalry from Beiqin.
Amidst the commotion, the heavy explosion-proof door was closed again. The infrastructure soldiers outside the base will not rush in. Their barracks are scattered across the vast wilderness, in munitions farms.
Shen Rusong was lying on a stretcher, his face extremely pale and lifeless. The porcelain road leading to the operating room was always stained with blood. Not only him, but also many seriously injured soldiers were pushed and pushed out in this corridor. , the nurse on duty could only pick up the water-stained mop and mop again. Whenever the blood was diluted, she would sweep it with a dry mop, and then the next stretcher truck came.
The survivors were standing guard outside the operating room. None of the male soldiers, who were always very addicted to smoking, were smoking at the moment. They were squatting in the corner, burying their heads in their knees. Some were leaning against the wall, unwilling to leave despite the persuasion of others.
Without him, lying inside were their brothers and comrades-in-arms.
This is not the first time. The last time I took a transport plane back from Qianshan, I escaped from death in the dark tide. After getting off the plane, they carried the seriously injured squad leader and other brothers and sisters to Yanqi Hospital. Once the radiation treatment is complete, he will stay outside the operating room. After two consecutive surgeries, everyone thought that the squad leader had fainted and might not be able to wake up again, but he still woke up fine.
There was no way to smoke, and the mouth was really stuffy, so people bit into the fruit-flavored hard candies with a "click-click-click" sound. A pair of steel teeth bit the hard candy into pieces, and the sweet and inferior sugar water was accompanied by no flow. The clear water and mucus that came out fell into my stomach.
The operating room opened with a bang. The military doctor, who was covered in green medical uniforms, took off his mask. He waved his hands to indicate that people did not need to ask any more questions. He took a breath and said, "The patient has a ruptured spleen and multiple rib fractures. Fortunately, the internal bleeding has stopped." .”
People breathed a sigh of relief.
"The blood bank is in emergency. There is not enough type B blood. Go and mobilize people to donate blood!"
There is nothing to say. What they are waiting for outside is actually now. The remaining soldiers in the entire Yanqi base have been waiting for a long time. The bright red blood is transfused into the bodies of comrades who are in desperate need of new blood. This is more important than anything else. Be able to comfort them.
During the summer and autumn, nights come earlier and earlier, sooner or later, and the number of people waiting outside the operating room gradually decreases. People agree to take turns to guard the posts, and if there is news, they will definitely pass it back.
The door of the operating room opened again, and the nurse supported the doctor who was exhausted from more than a dozen operations in a row. There was no noise at this time. The soldiers followed the nurses pushing the stretcher and listened to their stories.
"Shen Rusong, three left floating ribs are broken, and the splint pad must be worn for at least three weeks before being removed. The spleen was moderately ruptured, causing internal bleeding. Fortunately, you had a blood transfusion on the way, and the first aid was very good. Now it has been explored and repaired, but please be careful. Pay special attention!"
The nurse in front of Shen Rusong's bed was Qi Yuzhu, with a slender figure and a thick voice. She warned the soldiers next to her.
"First of all! No smoking is allowed. Secondly, don't bring something to eat secretly because he says he's not full! He can only eat liquid food now, let alone what your squad leader says. Let him lie down and have a good rest, which is better than anything else. Okay! Do you understand?"
Everyone nodded hurriedly. Shen Rusong, who had miraculously been awake all the time, asked a few weak questions. He could barely see who was standing beside the bed, and then he couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a drowsy sleep.
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Shen Rusong had another long dream. It was no better than the last dream he had while lying in Yanqi Hospital about walking in the wilderness at the foot of Longshan Mountain. This time he felt very cold and he was trapped in a box full of water. Every time he was about to drown, he would open his eyes with palpitations, and then fall asleep again. But in these crazy dreams, he would always die again and again, so he would wake up again and again. But he remembered very clearly that when he looked back, he would definitely be able to see Longshan shrouded in mist.
Ah, Longshan. On top of Longshan is the snow mining machine that supplies tens of millions of people. He has always wanted to go to the top of Longshan. He heard that there is a small Tianchi there. According to ancient myths, Bailong’s favorite The youngest son was born in Xiaotianchi, so from ancient times to today, from the Tianhai Empire to today's alliance, if there are many children in the family, the father will always take the youngest son to Xiaotianchi and pray to the white dragon to protect the youngest son who will guard the stove in the future. A life of peace and wealth...
Under the Dragon Mountain, that is his eternal hometown, where his mother and sister live...
Shen Rusong slept for two days and one night, and woke up in the afternoon of the third day. But this time, there were no two best friends, Gao Keming and Shao Gang, rushing over to make fun of each other. Shen Rusong stared at the ceiling blankly, I was worried about what happened to the two of them. One of them was in the maintenance team, and he was probably sent to repair things here and there, but nothing would happen. But what about Shao Gang? He is also a combat engineer who has to be sent to the front line to clear up the enemy. He has been fighting in the ruins of Yanqi for more than a month. All the reports sent back from the front line are official battle reports. It is difficult to send personal letters. In the ammunition supply room, letters from home and telegrams are always The least important thing.
It wasn't until the nurse came to check the ward that Shen Rusong turned his head and silently let the nurse check various physical indicators. He cooperated with him very familiarly. This was not the first time, and it was probably not the last time.
Qi Yuzhu put away the cigarette hidden in the bedside table with a sullen expression, and spoke much softer. Sometimes she would say sorry in a low voice if she touched Shen Rusong's painful spot.
Shen Rusong twisted his face, and the lines worn by the wind and rain began to be imprinted on his cheeks. He could feel the pain very well. Compared with those comrades who had sacrificed their lives, he was already too happy and lucky.
There was no training after the battle, so the rest and replenishment might take a long time, so the two groups gathered beside Shen Rusong's bed. The squad leader and the comrades lying on the hospital bed chattered.
Miraculously, Shen Rusong's injury was not serious. Li Hao was also in the same ward. He had two broken fingers and looked pretty good. Liu Zixu was hit by two stray bullets and lost half of his calf. He lay on the bed unable to move.
Liu Weiwei lived with a group of female wounded soldiers such as Yan Huihui from Class 3. She was thrown away while seducing a red ghoul and her waist was broken. Unfortunately, her spine was not injured. It takes half a year to recover. Yan Huihui's condition was very bad. The latter's constitution was weaker. She had been soaked in the radioactive rainwater for too long, and she accidentally swallowed the highly toxic swamp-dwelling demon viscera during the battle against the beast tide. She had to open her abdomen and remove the piece. The poison corroded the lower half of her pelvic cavity. Although the signs of life were stable, people who were poisoned by the swamp-dwelling monster's toxin would not know when they woke up again.
At least they survived. Shen Rusong witnessed Zhao Si being beaten into a sieve by the bandits lying on the tree canopy, and saw the artillery platoon turned into ashes in the explosion. Compared to the dead, what is there to say about the living?
Everyone talked about the ins and outs of the battle and remembered every moment of the sacrifice of their comrades. The fallen soldiers have been buried. The high temperature in summer is easy to rot. They all rolled in the radioactive water. The radioactivity is not low. They have been cremated long ago, and the ashes were divided into three parts. Some will be buried in the Yanqi Military Cemetery, some will be given to family members, and some will be placed in the Monument to the Fallen Martyrs at Longshan Tianmen. The entire mountain wall is filled with the bones of soldiers who died since the reconstruction.
No one has raised any objections to this. People firmly believe that the surface of the earth will always be rebuilt, the fallen leaves will always return to their roots, and the Longshan Dungeon will be sealed sooner or later, so it will naturally become the eternal cemetery of heroic spirits.
Everyone spoke softly, but when talking about the details of the sacrifices of their comrades, they became choked up.
The soft sobs in the ward were from Xu Shengnan, who was holding her shoulders and wiping her tears with her brand-new military uniform sleeves. Li Hao gently patted her back with his still intact right hand. He had two fingers bitten off. He was joking just now, saying that he was very unlucky. If he bit off one more finger, his service career would be over, and he would be judged as a mildly disabled person and sent to a state farm to be divided. Go to the Infrastructure Corps and spend the remaining days of your service comfortably hugging each other.
Everyone smiled bitterly at his teasing.
State farms, munitions farms, where is the paradise on earth?
In the vast land, only tractors can cultivate dozens, hundreds or even thousands of hectares of land. Tractors need diesel, but whether precious diesel should be given priority to tractors that produce food or tanks and military vehicles that defend the territory is a question that will never have a correct answer. Just like war never breaks out at the time you want, if there is war during spring planting and autumn harvest, the diesel oil originally intended for tractors and harvesters will be misappropriated. There has to be planting, there has to be a harvest, and there has to be someone to do it.
Production is a battle. We have already experienced this kind of hardship, so why bother talking about it?
Everyone began to talk about how lucky the squad leader and Zhou Kenlong were. The two warriors who directly challenged the red ghoul were still alive and well. Although "good and well" was a bit reluctant, it was good to be alive and well.
Shen Rusong and Yang Qi looked at each other. They had nothing to recall. They were thrown away by the ghouls with brute force, and their exoskeleton saved their lives. Bullets on the battlefield don't have holes, so what if they had holes in their belly and limbs?
As for Yang Qi, he followed Liu Weiwei's guidance and found the dying Shen Rusong in a tree hole. And today, sleeping in the ward, telling people battle stories, feeling sad or joking, I am qualified to talk about it all.
Is this a twisty story? In fact, no, fighting is nothing. Many comrades stayed by the Huijiang River forever. Even among the garrison troops who stayed at Beiqin Base, how many could survive the earth-shattering explosion of the ammunition depot?
Shen Rusong felt that he was simply lucky and survived, that's all.
That's all.
