A jeep with a stretcher across its hood parked in front of the tent of the field hospital. The car was bumpy along the way, and the faces of the wounded lying on the stretcher became ugly.
A nurse held the record board with her arm and shouted loudly to the soldier driving the car: "The lightly wounded are on the other side. Only the seriously injured are accepted here."
"I don't know whether they were slightly injured or seriously injured. They looked like they were about to die, but they are still alive and well." The soldier who was driving had a strange look on his face. He jumped out of the car and pointed to the back seat of his car.
chair.
Only then did the nurse see that there was a poor wounded man curled up in the back seat. He didn't even get on the stretcher, he was just curled up in the back seat of the car. The blood stains on his body looked very scary.
"Oh my God..." The nurse quickly walked over to see if this man, who should have been dead under normal circumstances, was still breathing.
In more than 30 hours of chaotic fighting, there have never been more wounded in Ireland than there are today. The entire frontline field medical system is being put to the test, and every frontline military doctor is doing their best to rescue the wounded.
It can be said responsibly that in the past day, the number of amputees in Ireland due to the war was the total number of amputees in the past 11 months!
This was a huge test for the Irish field medical system, which had never experienced such a test. However, they withstood the test, saved the lives of hundreds of wounded people, and helped these wounded people as much as possible.
It alleviated the pain.
"You're not going to bring two corpses back, are you?" This is also the first time for the little nurse to go to the battlefield. She is able to come here because she is the second daughter of a lower-class noble and has a good education, so she was selected to serve as a nurse on the front line.
.
But she was no longer as panicked as she was 30 hours ago, when she saw the wounded for the first time, the wounded covered in blood.
"They are all still alive, although I also think they should have died long ago... But they are indeed still alive. When I passed a pothole just now, the one in front of me was still crying in pain." The soldier who drove to deliver the wounded was convinced.
said.
He felt that he should be a professional, professional soldier transporting the wounded. It was impossible to transport two corpses back. It was just an insult, so he must insist on being right!
The female nurse walked to the front of the car and saw a heavily injured soldier lying on the stretcher fixed on the bonnet of the car. His military rank showed that he was a platoon leader, and depending on the type of soldier, he was still a platoon leader of a heavy armored grenadier.
"Are you still conscious?" The nurse walked up to the man on the stretcher who was motionless and seemed to have become a corpse, and asked while moving the man's face with his hand.
"I think I'm going to die..." The man lying on the stretcher suddenly said, startling the little nurse: "You'd better save me quickly."
"Okay, you don't look too serious." The nurse was relieved when she heard that the other party's words for help were clear and clear, and that she was not in shock.
She let go of the hand holding the other person's face, looked at her relatively clean hands, and walked towards the injured person in the back seat of the car.
The blood on the wounded man's face had dried up, so the little nurse didn't get his hands stained with blood. When she walked to the back of the car, she saw the man huddled in the back, who had already sat up.
His shirt was torn and missing, and his lower body was wearing a pair of tattered trousers, and his military rank could not be seen.
However, this man's upper body is full of muscles, as strong as a lion. These muscles are covered with wounds, including old healed wounds and scary new ones.
Covering a serious wound on his body, the man glanced at the female nurse: "I can still hold on, you go save the one in front first..."
"How can you stand it? Brother, are you a bear?" Looking at the strong man in front of her, the female nurse complained in disbelief.
"I'm not a bear..." Burlison retorted subconsciously, always feeling guilty.
There is no way, after turning into a wolf, he has to be strong for several days before he can return to his original normal figure. This is considered a sequelae and a price for him after turning into a wolf.
"He's not a bear, he's a wolf..." The second platoon leader lying on the stretcher laughed loudly, and even pulled the wound. His face changed in pain, but he kept laughing with tears in his eyes.
"Get them two down and send them to the tent behind me..." The female nurse ignored the two lunatics, turned around and gave instructions to the soldiers driving over.
The soldier was used to being yelled at by nurses or doctors, so he quickly stepped forward and unlocked the stretcher.
His movements were extremely skilled, after all, he had been doing this kind of work recently. Several soldiers who rushed over to maintain order in the field hospital also came over carrying light weapons and helped carry the stretcher down.
Two other people ignored the blood and got Burlison out of the back seat of the car. A basin of cold water was then washed on the wooden seats in the back of the car, and the dried black blood and red blood were mixed together.
It dripped onto the floor of the car and leaked out of the car through the cracks.
At this moment, the alarm of the field hospital suddenly rang. Several helping soldiers quickly took off the M4 assault rifles from their backs and searched every corner vigilantly.
"It's really interesting here." At this time, a man in a white robe came out from behind the tent and exclaimed in vague words: "What did I see? The blood of a giant wolf, in a
coursing through mortal veins?”
"It's not easy to sneak in. I killed three guards along the way, but I was still discovered." Another vague voice sounded, and the second man in white robes, carrying a long sword dripping with blood, came from the other side of the tent.
One side came out.
"This is a place to treat the injured... No one can stop us." The man in white robes who spoke first proudly said in his own unclear voice.
"Yeah, stop talking nonsense and destroy this place quickly, otherwise we won't be able to leave when their people gather around." Another man in white robe swung the sword in his hand and shook off the blood on it.
When he reached the soil at his feet, he had already taken a posture ready to charge.
"When I first came here, I saw you two damn guys. You thought no one in Ailan Hill could stop you, right?" A beautiful voice sounded from above the heads of the two white-robed men: "Say it.
, which one of you will come forward to die first? Or, in other words, are you impatient and want to be killed by me together?"
"I'm really lucky. After searching around, I thought something might happen here, and I found it. Finally, my trip was not in vain. They should be worried, right? Kill you two quickly, I'm good
Go back, lest anyone worry about me..." A girl with a delicate figure
A small, female magician wearing a black robe and a mask was hovering in the air, overlooking the two white-robed divine waiters, flexing her thin wrist: "Huh? This scene... really looks like that interesting saying...
What's going on? The mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole follows behind? Yes, that's it!"
The two men in white robes looked at each other, and then without saying a word, they rushed towards the female magician of Ailanthil who was standing in front of them not far away.
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I'm in a bad state. I stayed up all night to write this much. I'll update another one a little later, so you can read it in the afternoon.