The previous chapter was a bit abrupt, but it has been revised based on readers' feedback. Thank you for your opinions.
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Chapter 90
I really don’t want to leave that warm and soft bed, and I don’t want to leave this room of my own... In my opinion, a clean bed, a wall that can block the wind, and hot boiling water... are all rare for us.
Luxury goods are all available here.
It feels so good to be in the back! I can't remember how long it has been since I had a good sleep on a dry bed, but it seems like it was only a few days... I came to this world for only a few days, but these few days
The days are as long as several years to me...
Reluctantly, I stayed in bed for a few more minutes. Finally, I couldn't overcome the waves of hunger coming from my stomach, so I turned over and sat up from the bed.
I stood up and walked around. I felt a little dizzy, and my feet were soft and I had no strength. I don’t know if it was because of the fever or hunger. But this difficulty was nothing to me. Compared with being on the 239 Highlands
It would be much better to face so many enemy troops.
I stumbled a little and opened the door, and then I realized that there was a small village outside, which looked like a Vietnamese village.
I have been fighting in Vietnam for some time, so I know very well that many villages have been wiped out because Vietnamese people fled the war. So these villages are naturally used by our army, and some are used as field hospitals or
It is a temporary gathering point for the wounded. Obviously, the field hospital I am in is also one of them.
"Hey!" As soon as I walked out of the door, several soldiers gathered around me. They looked me up and down, and one of them, a tall soldier, looked at me with some incredible eyes and said, "I said comrade!
Have you become a cadre at such a young age?"
"A cadre?" I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment after hearing this. Then I remembered that I was already a platoon leader, so I said with a bit of pride: "Oh, yes! I was just promoted to platoon leader...how did you know that I was a cadre?"
With?"
"What? You're just a platoon leader?" Unexpectedly, when I said this, the soldiers became even more strange.
"What? Is there any problem?" I asked directly.
"Look at them..." The tall soldier raised his head to the room next to him. I looked in the direction he pointed and saw four wounded people living in that small room. Some of them were still alive.
I laid on the floor and looked back at the ward where I lived. Not only did I live alone with the bright and clean windows, but it also had a kettle, cups and a washbasin... So I quickly understood why the soldiers were so concerned about my identity.
Curious.
"We thought there was some kind of high-ranking official in this room!" said the tall soldier: "We didn't expect it was just a platoon leader! Why do you think this hospital only cares about the head?"
I know what it means to look at the head. This is also the mantra of the old man. It means to have a relationship and enjoy special treatment.
"I mean comrade! Do you have anything to do with the doctors in this hospital?" some soldiers asked.
I shook my head: "I don't know anyone..."
"That means you have a back door!"
I shook my head again, this is even more unreliable. Even if the old man is capable, he still doesn’t know that I am his son!
"That's... this hospital is extremely unfair. Let's ask the director for comment!" Some soldiers began to boo: "How come he can live in a wide and good ward, but we can only squeeze...
"
"I advise you!" At this time, a middle-aged soldier with bandages on his hands who had been sitting next to him smoking stood up and said: "I advise you not to bother! If the hospital lets him live in a big house, he will naturally have them.
reason!"
"Reason? What reason? His injuries are not serious, right? He can still walk and move, and he has no arms or legs! Why should he live in such a good ward alone and be cared for by nurses all day long?
"Those soldiers are still a little unconvinced.
"Little comrade!" The middle-aged soldier ignored them, walked up to me and asked, "You just came off the battlefield, right?"
"Yeah!" I nodded.
"Where did you get injured?" the middle-aged soldier asked again.
I replied without thinking: "It's in Daino, Highland 239!"
With a "wow" sound, the soldiers couldn't help but suddenly realized:
"You came down from the unknown high ground of Mount Daino?"
"I heard that you held on for two days and two nights and defeated the Japanese 316A Division. Is it true?"
"I heard that you also blew up three Japanese tanks. You're not bragging, right?"
…
"What?" I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard this. This news must have spread too fast! We just came down from the mountain not long ago, didn't we?
"You don't know yet?" The tall man casually took a newspaper and handed it to me and said, "Look, right here, you all have become heroes!"
I took the newspaper and looked at it. The bold headline on it read, "All officers and soldiers of the 1st Battalion and 2nd Company of our army held their position for two days and nights to repel the Vietnamese ace troops." The content written below is basically our combat process and some data, among which
He also mentioned that only about 20 people from our company could come back alive. Looking at the date again, I suddenly realized that it was two days ago. I actually spent two days in a daze on the hospital bed.
Don’t know yet…
I smiled bitterly and walked away with the newspaper. This reminded me again of the bloody scene on Mount Daino, the soldiers who died around me and the enemies who died under my own hands.
Although it was indeed a victory, that scene was definitely a terrible nightmare and a painful memory for me. If possible, I would rather it never happened.
With a "clang" sound, the sound of a tray being thrown to the ground suddenly came from the ward next to me. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a soldier with his left hand hanging on his neck and a bandage on his head.
He yelled and cursed at the nurse: "Get out! I almost lost my life on the battlefield and gave up my whole hand. Why don't you let me live in a place like this and eat these things..."
I had no intention of meddling in this matter, but I was startled when I suddenly heard the apologetic nurse's voice... Wasn't that the nurse who gave me the injection just now? I didn't expect to bump into her right away!
"Why hasn't the car come yet? I want to go back right away, go back now..."
Even though the nurse kept apologizing, the injured soldier kept shouting and refused to let her go. So I couldn't stand it anymore, walked up a few steps, opened the door, and shouted at the soldier
Said: "I'm talking about comrade! If you have the ability, just scream at the Japanese and be fierce with the Japanese! What? You were bullied by the Japanese on the battlefield, and then you yelled at your own people when you came back? Is that all you have the ability to do?"
"What did you say?" The injured soldier jumped up from the bed as if he had been stabbed by a needle, and shouted at me: "I let the Japanese bully me? I killed three Japanese soldiers by myself, three!"
As he spoke, he raised his injured left hand, pointed to his head and said angrily: "Look what these are? The bullet flew past here, scraping off a layer of skin and exposing the bones. If I were even half a point away, I would be dead."
!Japs bullying me? I think you are the one..."
"Xiao Liu, I think you can just forget it!" Another soldier next to him interrupted him: "I came down from Dai Nai Mountain, and I killed more Japanese than you eat. With your little ability
I dare to show it to my eyes..."
With a sound of "coaxing", the soldiers in the ward all looked at me in surprise, and some of them whispered: "I heard that Dainoyama was fighting the Japanese ace unit!"
"That's right, it's the 316A Division, the model division for the Japanese!"
"The militia comrades also said that the corpses of the Japanese were loaded into more than twenty carts!"
…
When the wounded soldier named Xiao Liu heard what the other soldiers were talking about, his face turned blue and white and he sat back on the bed and stopped talking. I didn't expect that things would develop like this. I originally planned to talk to him.
It's rough... but it's okay this way, so that others don't say I bully the wounded!
"Are you okay?" I asked the nurse.
I felt a little sorry for her just now, so now I can return a favor to her.
"It was fine!" The nurse blushed and asked while packing her things, "Who asked you to come out?"
"Oh! I'm so hungry that I can't bear it. I came out to find something to eat!" I knelt down to help her pick up the things she had dropped on the ground.
"Well! You go back first!" The nurse seemed to feel the strange looks from the surrounding soldiers, and said a little unnaturally: "I will go to the cooking class to explain it later and deliver it to you!"
It’s true, I also feel that the demeanor of the soldiers around me is a bit weird. Times are really different! If this were in modern times, it would not be normal to help girls pick up things, even if they were hugging each other on the street.
It's not surprising, but now it's just like this, and people are staring at it like this.
"Okay!" As the saying goes, do as the Romans do. I have adapted to this era on the battlefield, but in life, I still seem to be out of tune with this era.
Isn't this? I just helped her pick up a few things and looked at me like this.
I retreated into the warm and dry bed again, feeling the long-lost comfort, and couldn't help but sigh again: It feels so good to be in the back!
As soon as I was free, I thought of Chen Yiyi again. People are like this sometimes. Nothing happens if they don't think about it. When I think about it, there is a fire in my heart. I wish I could grow a pair of wings and fly to her right away.
Sometimes I think... If you want to fight, let's fight. I can't bear to leave my soldiers... Especially when I have Chen Yiyi, right? Even a woman is fighting life and death on the battlefield, and I'm still here.
If you pretend to be a hero in a field hospital, is that still a man?
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt nostalgic for the battlefield again.