"I'm not Ogryn!"
Habri's cheeks suddenly bulged up, like an irritated toad. He hated people calling him Ogryn. In fact, he firmly believed that he was a decent human being because the old couple who picked him up had always been What was instilled in him in this way was that although they lived in a garbage dump, it did not affect their purity as human beings. It was also because of their teachings that they had Habri's kind-hearted character that was completely inconsistent with his physique.
During this time, Hubli has been worried. He is very worried about his adoptive parents, because they are very old, and what will happen if they are not taken care of by him for such a long time.
Fortunately, Hashet often said that Habri felt better when the war was almost over. He also thought about the "allowances" he had accumulated during this period after the war ended - actually the saved ration bars, and Some small trophies were used to buy a pair of mechanical auxiliary legs for his adoptive father, because he injured his knee while scavenging in the past and had some difficulty moving.
"Okay, okay, I understand."
After dilly-dallying for a while, Habri finally overcame his fear. The doctor used scissors to cut open his sleeve and was surprised to find a blood-stained hole on his hairy arm.
"Well, it's a small problem, thanks to your rough skin and thick flesh."
Gotabiren said, poking at the wound while Habri shivered in pain.
"It looks like you were injured by a piece of shrapnel, which took away a little bit of flesh but left no bones or blood vessels."
As he spoke, he dipped a cotton swab into the plate and applied some disinfectant to the wound. Then he took out some white powder from the box, poured it on the wound, then pressed the gauze pad against the hole, and used A half dozen tapes hold the dressing in place.
"Maybe you didn't realize there was a hole in your body before? I guess your feeling will come back soon. There is a high probability that you will find that the wound hurts like having your balls cut off, so I don't rule out that your internal organs may also be affected. For some injuries, I don’t have the equipment to hold on here, so the best thing is that you have to sit here for half an hour while I observe.”
Then he turned to look at Hayes.
"Lucky Hayes, do you have any pain killers?"
Lucky Hayes, everyone gave him the nickname, but Hayes never felt that he had any good luck.
"Four vials, in my medical bag."
"Okay, let me see."
When the medical officer saw Hayes' hesitation, he held out his hand.
"Kit check, as the company medical officer it's my job to make sure you're fully equipped."
"Uncle Hashet said you would take our first aid supplies."
Although he said this, Hayes still picked up the slender rectangular medical bag from his belt and handed it over.
The doctor opened the metal clasp on the medical bag and flipped through it to examine the contents.
"Well, that old guy Hatchet does know a lot, so he should have told you that my needs are greater than yours, especially in this damn underground, where the number of wounded is ten times that of last week, and I will not have to Not to requisition some of your first aid supplies.”
"But you can't mess with my medical bag."
Hayes said angrily.
"The regulations say——"
“The regulations say a lot.”
Gotabiren said as he took out some things from the medical bag and returned the bag to Hayes.
"But we can all be sure that whichever genius wrote them will not bother to find out whether they can work in practice. Anyway, I left half of it for you. Only by pooling medical resources can we save more people. I I believe you can understand this."
Of course Hayes understood, so he just complained. He knew very well how serious the shortage of medicines in field hospitals was.
"But if I'm seriously injured—"
"Then you need a medic. Just scream and I will come running."
Hayes shook his head helplessly, and then said to Habri:
"I'm going to prepare some food. You can let the doctor observe you here. When you're fine, just go to the battalion headquarters to find me."
Afterwards, he left the field hospital and came to a temporary camp belonging to his company.
After lifting the rag, he was greeted by a warm air mixed with the thick smell of smoke and old sweat. Hayes walked past several comrades playing dice on the wooden board, and then walked into the temporary kitchen at the back. , inside you can still see two rows of rusty metal bunks lined up on both sides of the iron stove in the center of the camp. Some people from the third company were sitting there chatting, eating or cleaning their weapons, and some people gathered in twos and threes to gather their weapons. Inhaling some powder into the nose or greedily licking a colorful chip, high-intensity underground combat has made many soldiers dependent on "special drugs," but Hashet has always warned Hayes to stay away from such things. (Anti-complaints: Drug abuse is very common among the Astra Militarum. There are a lot of descriptions in the content related to Commissar Kane. Don’t imagine the Astra Militarum as a hyper-realistic armed force with high consciousness. The background of the Imperial Army is basically a feudal army. Or semi-feudal army, occasionally some special ones such as Krieg are not representative)
The crumbling shelves and niches cut into the rock of the walls were filled with cleared gear. Laser gun power packs, frag grenades, ration boxes, shotgun shells, bayonets and knives and shovels of all shapes and sizes could be seen. , pickaxes, hand axes, lanterns, uniforms, helmets, body armor, and even a burnt metal aquila emblem, possibly from some burned chapel.
This is also very strange. It seems that these traitors also worship the emperor. Do they expect to be redeemed?
But the priests claimed that they had been abandoned by the Emperor.
"Ah, Lucky Hayes."
A sergeant saw Hayes and smiled, pushing his rucksack aside to make room for him to pass, a smile flashing in his red-framed eyes.
"Are you even done? Want some wine? I've got some brewed."
Then he turned to look at a broken pot of wine standing precariously on a small stove nearby, took out a pair of enamel cups, and filled them with black steaming liquid.
"Try it. Our special beetle roasting is good and hot. Although it is made from underground beetles and some ground tubers rather than real wine, it is already good. After all, even if it is made by the God Emperor himself, It's hard to find any real ingredients in this hell, although we all know He can work miracles. To make it a little more stimulating, I mixed in a tenth dose of stimulating powder, which by the way tastes amazing magic."
Hayes smiled and nodded, took the cup handed by the other party and walked aside. He had no intention of drinking it, but he knew that Uncle Hachet liked this "alcoholic drink" very much, so he put it aside and waited for the other party to come back.
He sat on a stool made of unknown debris, lit the remaining fuel with a lighter, placed the dark pot on the bonfire, then picked up the kettle and poured the remaining water into it.
While waiting for the water to boil, he stretched out his hands to feel the rare residual warmth, but the underground was not completely useless, at least he didn't have to endure the biting cold wind on the surface of the planet.
Staring at the flames, Hayes had an illusion in a trance, as if the dead people appeared around him again, Fitz, Jung.
Just like in the past, they were chatting and laughing and preparing the unpalatable food with everyone. Suddenly, the flames jumped. Hayes blinked. There was no one around him. The water was already boiling. He was silent. Standing up, he dug out the last bag of corpse starch from the almost empty crate, poured a quarter of it into the pot, and stirred it with a wooden stick like a machine——
After all, this kind of food cannot bring any expectations.
