When the wounded man was pushed out of the operating room, several nurses and doctors who were pushing the bed were shocked.
None of them expected that the moment they saw that their comrade's surgery was successful and his life seemed to be saved, the young soldier who had just threatened the doctor fiercely would kneel down in front of several medical staff...
Everyone finally pulled him up from the ground, but he was already crying with snot and tears, as happy as if he had been rescued.
The doctors really didn't have time to comfort him, so in the end they could only let him stay in a huge hall full of wounded people with his comrade who was wrapped in bandages and looked like a mummy.
There are hospital beds everywhere, as well as nurses patrolling the beds and fellow supervisors of the injured.
The whole hall was very busy, and no one paid attention to the young soldier sitting on the edge of the hospital bed with his knees in his arms.
The second lieutenant who came with him has already gone back, and before leaving, he was asked to stay here to look after his comrades. There was no other way, the war on the front line was urgent, and leaving a soldier here was already a great care.
Although the entire hall was busy, it was filled with a depressing atmosphere. The air was filled with the smell of blood and disinfectant, and every breath made people feel very uncomfortable.
No one spoke loudly, there was no deafening sound of cannons, and even the moans of pain were cautious.
Finally, after a long silence, the young soldier, who could not stand the atmosphere, leaned on the bed of his comrade and softly hummed a song he was familiar with: "Our Ailan Hill will conquer the entire world."
world!"
This is the war song that belongs to the soldiers of the Airansil Empire. It is the war song that they sang all the way into Arantix.
Back then, this war song resounded through the sky, and the grenadiers of the Airanhill Empire achieved victory after victory while humming it.
He hummed very seriously, and seemed to be afraid of disturbing the wounded lying on the hospital bed, so he suppressed his voice, but said every word as clearly as possible: "The great emperor dominates everything!
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Although his voice was not very loud, in this relatively quiet environment, it did float throughout the hall and echoed in everyone's ears.
One of the wounded soldiers opened his eyes. He frowned irritably, but when he looked at the young soldier singing, he opened his mouth but did not yell out.
Another wounded man sat up and looked curiously at the young soldier who was singing in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
The singing echoed in the hall. A wounded man with an injured left eye and a bandage covering half of his face, and the hideous wound could even be seen from the edge of the gauze, grinned widely during the singing.
Beside him, another wounded man was stroking the crutch hanging beside his bed, and finally hummed the familiar melody along with him.
As a result, one person's singing became the voices of two people. This voice continued to echo in the hall, as if it carried an indescribable magic power: "Every corner will ring out with the hymn of love!"
"The Eagle of Eilandhill is coming!" The wounded man with his arms hanging on his chest leaned against the wall and sang his favorite lyrics.
He has been here for many days. His arm was injured. Although it was not a fatal injury, it still prevented him from returning to the battlefield and fighting side by side with those familiar comrades.
This made him very depressed, and he rarely even spoke here. The nurses, doctors and even other wounded people around him thought he was a taciturn person who was difficult to get along with.
But now, he opened his mouth and sang seriously with his hoarse and charming voice: "Our Ailan Hill will conquer the whole world!"
The young soldier with blood on his face was stunned for a moment, but his singing did not stop. Because there were other people singing again, the singing seemed to be louder.
The young soldier stared blankly as the wounded joined the humming team one after another. Everyone was serious and pious.
At this moment, he seemed to be back in his own team, listening to his comrades sitting around holding weapons and singing happily.
"Every enemy will fall at our feet,
The great Majesty Chris will dominate everything!
His praises will ring out from every corner!”
In the corridor, a guard from a field hospital stood with his hands behind his back and his chin raised, paying no attention to the singing of the wounded.
A nurse frowned and said to the guard who seemed to have temporarily lost his hearing: "The wounded need to rest! What are you doing?"
"It doesn't matter, right? Occasionally... it shouldn't be anything." The guard looked in another direction, muttered, and chose to ignore the nurse's question.
The nurse glared at the guard, then looked at the more and more wounded people who were joining the chorus, and finally, holding the cases that the doctor needed, she quickly left this place full of wounded people. They were lifeless just now, but now they are full of life.
place.
While singing, a wounded man stood on his hospital bed, waving his arms as impassionedly as a musician conducting his own orchestra.
His voice suddenly rose in pitch, as if he no longer cared about the wounded who were resting: "The Eagle of Eilandhill is coming!"
The wounded who were awakened by his singing began to feel unhappy, then became confused, and finally became excited and joined the singing team one after another.
Their voices also became high-pitched, unscrupulous, unscrupulous, firm and majestic: "Brave soldiers shoulder to shoulder!"
All the soldiers who could stand had already stood up, some were holding crutches, and some even needed help from others.
But as long as they could stand up, they all chose to stand up. They nodded to each other, encouraged each other, and finally sang loudly together: "Let's defeat the enemy together!"
Finally, a nurse hurried out of the hall to report the situation to the doctor on duty.
Behind her, the soldiers who had lost their arms, eyes, legs, and even their lower bodies were still singing loudly: "You should kneel down to us! Look up to the most powerful country in the world! The soldiers of the empire stand
On top of the mountain! We have conquered the world!”
When several doctors returned here, the singing was still going on, and the whole hall was filled with passionate melody. I don't know where the soldiers found a harmonica, and they even started accompaniment with this harmonica without being very skillful.
"Everyone should look up!
Look up to the most powerful country in the world!
Ireland Hill!
The great Alan Hill!"
Seeing these young people singing happily, the leading doctor breathed a sigh of relief, put his hands in his pockets again, and said, "It sounds pretty good."
"This will delay their recovery. If they don't get enough rest, it's easy..." A doctor wearing glasses asked with some dissatisfaction.
"Long live!" At this time, the soldiers finally sang the last part of the song and shouted the last lyrics in unison.
"Forget it." Looking at the soldiers who seemed to have regained their souls, the leading doctor interrupted his colleagues' questioning: "Don't you think that this group of people is worthy of our risking our lives to save them?"