Although Li Zheng had received various trainings in the special operations brigade, he had watched many war movies before joining the army and had imagined bloody scenes in his mind countless times.
However, when he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't help but feel queasy like a conditioned reflex.
The car door covered half of the driver's body. After the door was opened, the various organs flowing out of the body that had been shot through randomly did not have the color that blood should have in the night vision device, but it was still creepy.
The driver was hopeless.
He had no military training and was just an employee of the Election Commission. After the car crashed to a stop, before he could recover and step on the accelerator to escape, he was swept away by the armed men and beaten into a sieve.
"Give me a hand and carry him down!"
Although veteran Hou Jun's physical reaction was no less than that of Li Zheng, his many years of military experience had given him enough determination to face such sudden and bloody scenes.
Li Zheng finally came to his senses.
I am a soldier myself.
No matter how disgusting it is, this is still my responsibility.
He grabbed the driver's shoulders, and Hou Jun pulled the driver's feet out from under the steering wheel. The two of them moved the driver to the side of the road and laid him down flat.
The hygienist who accompanied the team quickly ran over, but only did a brief inspection and then shook his head.
"Hopeless."
This is an unquestionable judgment.
Now, the driver has no use in resuscitating him and can only wait for the follow-up corpse truck to come, wrap him in a corpse, and transport him to the morgue for storage.
That night, in addition to the driver, a government employee died on the fare truck.
The ticket truck was the focus of the attack, with the most bullet holes on its body. It was set on fire almost as soon as it stopped. The militants knew what they were going to do.
Fortunately, the ballot box was placed at the rear of the car and was not damaged in the crossfire. It was quickly snatched to the side of the road by the escorting Sandy team and placed in a ditch. It was not destroyed after all.
Lieutenant Sandy himself was shot in the foot. Fortunately, it did not hit an artery or break his bones. However, the muscle tissue was severely damaged and it is estimated that he will need to lie down for a month to recover.
Li Zheng and his teammates folded his stretcher on the table, loaded him into an armored vehicle, and sped towards the hospital in the city.
On the road, about a few kilometers away, the driver of the infantry fighting vehicle saw the pickup trucks of armed groups burning on the roadside. Those pickup trucks were beaten to scrap by weapons suspended from the extrajudicial "Dolphin" multi-purpose helicopters.
The bodies of several militants were lying on the roadside, and some who were still alive were disarmed and kneeling on the roadside with their heads in their hands.
Dozens of heavily armed French troops were enforcing security on the roadside. Several of them stopped the convoy, checked their documents, and only let them go after confirming that they were unaccompanied.
Li Zheng was sitting in the car, watching all this silently.
He suddenly felt a little confused.
It feels a bit unreal.
The war is raging here, so close it seems so far away.
This is not my own country. It seems like one is in heaven and the other is in the eighteenth level of hell with my stable and peaceful China.
What kind of life do the people here live?
When Sandy arrived at the hospital, he was sent to the operating room. He was extremely grateful to the Chinese peacekeepers for their rescue. When he was pushed into the hospital, the hands grabbed the hands of this Chinese soldier and then the other.
I don’t know how many times I have said thank you.
At least, my two wives no longer have to be widows.
It was not until about 11 o'clock at night that Li Zheng and other brothers who were about to return to the platoon returned to the camp.
The tap water system in the camp has been connected, but the quality of the water is really unsatisfactory. Sometimes when you turn on the faucet, a column of yellow water spurts out, just like the water pumped out of the mud.
Of course, there are times when it is clean, so the brothers in the engineering company set up a water storage tank and filled it up first when the water was clean. Even so, in order to avoid certain diseases caused by drinking the water that was not clear whether it was clean or not, they also
Installed a filter.
Clean water is used for cooking, while untreated water is used directly for bathing and washing face.
I heard from Lieutenant Jibo that they were not that particular. When they first arrived, the peacekeeping officers and soldiers from Country H drank the water here for a few days, and then they had diarrhea and diarrhea. Later, the water at the entrance was all in barrels ordered from the merchants here.
Fill with water.
In the newly built simple shower room, Li Zheng stood under the shower head, letting the water tilt down from his head, covering himself in the water curtain.
I'm lucky tonight, the water is not yellow.
The water fell from the top of his head, all the way down his body, and a red stream of water washed out under his feet.
That's someone else's blood.
As for whose it is, Li Zheng is no longer interested in analyzing it slowly.
He applied soap over and over again, even washing his fingernails thoroughly.
For him, tonight is the end of one journey in his life, and it also seems to be the starting point of another.
After this restless night, nothing seemed to have changed, everything seemed to have changed.
That night, I was lying on the bed in the simple container room, and no one spoke.
Fatty Wei, who usually liked to blow on the water for a few minutes before going to bed, was as quiet as a snail that didn't know how to make a sound.
After a long while, someone turned over in the darkness and sighed.
Then Yang Hui said: "This is the first time I saw someone being shot to death next to me..."
Fatty Wei finally couldn't help it anymore and added: "Tonight is the first time I shoot at a living person..."
After a pause, he seemed to hesitate before saying: "I think he is dead..."
The quick counterattack platoon did not participate in cleaning the battlefield. They were busy sending people to the hospital. The reinforcements from country W were responsible for cleaning up.
Of course, it might be a blessing to think about it. Li Zheng felt that if he was allowed to clean the battlefield and check whether the downed militants were still alive...
Seeing the person you beat to death with your own eyes can be a torture.
Li Zheng did not answer the call.
He didn't know what to say at all.
Victory in battle is glorious for a warrior.
But why don't I feel joy?
On the contrary, I felt an indescribable depression, as if a big stone had been pressed on my heart, and even my breathing seemed a little heavy.
He thought again of the local people.
In fact, when he was searching for militants, he saw two figures running out of a room and fled in a panic into the distance.
He had already taken a look at it, and when he saw it, he found that it was not an armed person, but an adult and a child running for their lives in a hurry.
I feel so uncomfortable tonight, what kind of imprint will that child who ran for his life leave in his life?
Or maybe they have already become accustomed to this kind of thing and have become numb?
Li Zheng wanted to know what the local children thought. Maybe he would have the opportunity to meet the locals in the future, and then he would find an opportunity to ask.
But what he didn't expect was that the opportunity would come soon.