As the two marshals thought, under the strong attack of the British army on the left flank, the main forces of the Russian army were attracted to their right flank to defend, and at this time, Lucien climbed over the cliff on the other flank and carried out an attack, which seriously disrupted the Russian position. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Lucien's forces were small, the Russians had only a small reserve here, and they were immediately defeated by the French charge, and their rout put the artillery positions in the rear in danger.

Seeing that the battle on the right flank was scorching, the left flank was broken through in a roundabout way, and the fighting in other areas was also very tight, not only the commander of the Russian army, but also the officers and soldiers below gradually fell into despair, and they all knew that this battle might not be able to achieve victory.

Soon, the Russian front began to loosen, and then, under the orders of the commander-in-chief, the retreat of the small forces turned into a retreat of the entire front, and a large number of Russian troops with artillery began to retreat, ready to withdraw to the Sevastopol fortress to hold on.

The retreat of the Russian army was not well organized, because of the confusion of the command system, and a large number of front-line officers had been wounded or killed in the previous battles, a large number of troops were almost paralyzed, lost their command, the wounded and routed soldiers were crowded together on the road, and blocked the way of other well-formed troops, and finally regained their ability to act under the drive of the cavalry, and left the battlefield in the afternoon.

If it weren't for the fact that the remaining Russian rearguard units responded calmly and desperately delayed time, I am afraid that it would be difficult to organize even a retreat, but even so, the outcome of this battle has been determined, and the Russian army has lost.

At dusk, the originally fierce battlefield finally fell into calm, and the huge area was turned into a bloody slaughterhouse, full of corpses and blood, even those who survived were covered in filth and gloomy, the previous war had exhausted their strength and energy, and they now seemed to be ten years old, and they could no longer see the previous high spirits.

In the setting sun, these soldiers either paced the battlefield like the walking dead, or simply stood still with their guns and stared blankly at the sky and beyond, the victory bringing them not only joy, but also complete exhaustion.

And in their sight, a large number of prisoners were escorted to the makeshift prisoner of war camp in the rear, and they were even more depressed, and right next to them, many of them were lying on the ground groaning because of their serious injuries, and they were about to die.

Lucien walked in the remnants of this battlefield, and the villages that were once familiar had now been reduced to ruins under the fire, and in just one day, it seemed that this place had completely changed its appearance, and the hopes, beliefs, and even lives of many young people were forever lost here.

No way, this is war. He thought to himself.

And the horror of war is not confined to this small area of the front line, but also in the hospitals in the rear, and it can even be said that the horror here is even more powerful than the battlefield, because the blood and corpses are much denser.

This is a makeshift field hospital, and since yesterday afternoon, the wounded and sick have been sent here non-stop, and after the war has reached a full-scale attack, it has become a living war exhibition hall, or rather, a hell on earth.

Dressed in a nurse's outfit, Fran was weaving around the makeshift hospital with the nurses she had recruited, trying to put the wounded on their beds and disinfect their wounds.

The battle on the front line is in full swing, and the beautiful villages and rivers have now been turned into a very efficient human slaughterhouse, where the Grim Reaper shows a hideous sneer, harvesting fresh souls in the rumbling artillery fire, but there are still many people who are still struggling to survive, trying to fight against the Grim Reaper's scythe, and these wounded are taken to the hospital after the battle for final rescue.

There are probably dozens of doctors in the hospital here, most of them have come here voluntarily from China, they are working enthusiastically, they want to fight death here, it takes a little courage to come to this terrible place, and no one cares about personal gains and losses, because they know that just a few kilometers away, tens of thousands of people are facing the danger of their lives. A small number of students from the Tréville family's laboratory in Giverny, who had gained a lot of clinical experience through previous research on germs, were now ready to put it into practice so that the army would not be greatly reduced by the epidemic.

When Fran recruited nurses as volunteers, she never forgot that doctors were the protagonists of helping patients, and she spent a lot of money to recruit these doctors, as well as some young medical students and other volunteers who were responsible for miscellaneous labor. A foundation was also set up for the field hospital, which was sent to purchase supplies and collect donations in kind, such as mattresses, gauze, and various foods, which were now stacked in munitions depots and warehouses, enough to meet the needs of a large number of wounded.

In the large wards of the hospital, the officers are generally separated from other people, and the treatment is higher than that of ordinary wounded, and the wounded and sick of the Russian army who are sent over are not mixed with the wounded and sick of the coalition army.

Even so, because of the large number of wounded people who had been brought in, the beds were still very tight, and in order to prevent visitors from rushing in and disrupting the medical work, the hospital had to take some measures to prevent the intrusion of idlers and others. The wounded who came in lay on the ground one by one, some of them looked vicious, cursed and cursed, and were in pain because of the pain; Others seemed docile, as if they had lost interest in everything, while others muttered and grumbled, complaining about why they had come to such a hellish place.

Here, there are no heroes in sight, everyone is suffering, but even then they are soldiers who have fulfilled their duty, and no one has the right to blame them.

And in the inner hall of the hospital, there is the operating room, where a large group of seriously wounded people have been brought in, although they are all well cared for, but this care is already too late for them in a large sense, some have fallen into a coma and will soon be taken away by death, and some will have their limbs amputated.

At this time, Fran was working as an assistant next to a group of doctors, lying on the bed was a uniformed officer, he had fought very bravely, made meritorious deeds, but also brought a serious gunshot wound to his leg, at this time his scorched face had a painful expression, his eyes were red and sunken inward, and his whole body was feverish because of a high fever, which was caused by an infection of the wound. He was in a bad condition, the wound on his leg was large, revealing the bones and muscles inside, and there were already signs of suppuration.

When approached by the doctors, the brave officer seemed to understand something, and his face showed fear.

Yes, the bravery of the once warrior had now been replaced, and he seemed to understand what awaited him. When he approached his injured leg, and when the surgeon passed by him as an amputation, he habitually jerked to the side, and then found that he no longer had a sword, so he grabbed the doctor's hand, held it tightly in his hot hands, and shouted to the other man, "Don't cut my leg!" Just kill me! I don't want to be a cripple! Don't cut my leg! Please! ”

Despite his terrible shouts, the doctors were silent, the operation had to be done, and it had to be done as soon as possible, his wounds needed to be treated as soon as possible, and there were at least a dozen other people to be operated on this afternoon, countless people were waiting to bandage their wounds, and no one had time to stop for him alone to make up his mind to amputate his leg, even though he was a brave and meritorious officer.

These volunteer surgeons suppressed the struggling officer with a blank face, but fortunately, he was now unable to resist because of his injuries, so he could only watch as he was pressed against the bed.

Here, anesthetics or strong alcohol are sometimes used to relieve pain, but anesthetics often bring side effects, sometimes even fatal, and there is not enough anesthetic now, so he can only be forced to operate.

The amputation had to start from a third above the thigh, and for the poor man, he had to choose between becoming crippled or dying, but he did not have the courage to make such a choice, nor did he have time to muster the courage to face what was coming, he could only close his eyes in agony, trembling and pleading with the doctors.

The surgeon did not answer him, and a young assistant grabbed the two arms of the other, while the other medic took the patient's uninjured leg and pressed him to the bed with all his strength, when the officer cried out in horror, twitching his arms like a man about to drown, and almost pressed the neck of the young assistant standing nearby, and the surgeon who was in charge of the surgeon had already taken off his coat and pulled his sleeves up to his shoulders, and he ignored the shouts, and held the sharp scalpel in his hand, The knife cut through the skin around the leg, revealing the blood vessels inside.

At this moment, the screams suddenly spread throughout the hospital, not only from the pain, but also from the fear of losing a limb, the officer's face had been distorted, the pain made him twist his face, and his hands pressed against the person next to him, as if he were a drowning man.

The doctor began to separate the skin from the muscles underneath the wound on his thigh, then cut the flesh off the skin, lifted the skin up a little, and then he returned and sliced hard into the flesh with the scalpel in his hand, straight to the bone, and in a seemingly earth-shattering roar, a stream of blood gushed out from the broken vein, splashed on the doctor and the man next to him, and flowed to the floor, while the already skilled doctor remained expressionless and said nothing.

The officer howled and cursed at them, and they didn't say a word, they were in a hurry now, and there were so many people who needed their treatment, and in such a hellish place, only ruthlessness was the greatest mercy.

After cutting open the blood, the doctor picked up the saw and sawed it on the bone, creaking like a carpenter sawing a piece of wood. This sound fell into the ears of Fran next to her, and it was so terrible that Fran's face suddenly turned pale, and she would never forget this voice for the rest of her life.

The wounded, whose weakened body could not bear the severe pain, finally stopped cursing, and fainted and stopped moaning, and the doctor, fearing that he would die like this, opened his eyelids and measured his breathing to see if he was still alive, and then they revived the officer with a spare stimulant.

He was exhausted, he had completely collapsed, he had become a disabled person, but at least he was alive, maybe for many more years, because he would no longer have to fight, and he would be sent on the ship back home.

Looking at his unconscious appearance, at the severed thigh, which was still shaking slightly on the ground, Fran closed her eyes.

Is that all we have to get, brother?