With a faint glow of light shining through the dark sky, the Crimean peninsula ushered in a new day. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because it is already the middle of winter, the temperature has been low, and in recent days it has cooled down again, bringing new torments to everyone who inhabits this land.

Between the shores and rock walls of the port of Balaclava, in the wastelands and hills of Sevastopol, all as far as the eye can see, there is no trace of human beings and no other creatures, the only thing that is a little angry is the dead grass lying on the ground, like black silk threads spread out on the earth, weaving unpleasant patterns.

And in the middle of the valley floor between the hills and the cliffs, the bodies of the soldiers who had been piled up had slowly dried up, and the uniforms on their bodies had faded, turning into gray-black phantoms that could not be seen clearly, and they became one with the whole world.

The cold swept across the wasteland, tormenting the living, forcing them to huddle in their makeshift camps, shivering as they greeted the Russian winter.

The war had been going on for more than half a year since the Anglo-French troops landed on the Crimean peninsula and sought to engage the Russian army, and the soldiers of the allied forces fought bloodily and fought to the death in a place that had almost never been seen before, endured huge casualties and suffering, overcame great difficulties, and won many victories, but when the weather came to winter, they had to stop almost all their military operations, cowering in the face of the forces of nature.

The pain they had been suffering in silence was more uncomfortable than the pain of battle and the fear of death, and the harsh winter was tormenting their bodies and their will. Only the deep desire for victory and the pursuit of military honor in their hearts allowed them to stick to their posts and wait for the battles that would come in the future.

Lieutenant Jérôme Bonaparte, who served in the cavalry division of the French Guards, was one of those soldiers who endured and waited. He lived in this cold place all winter, enduring all kinds of inconveniences and pains in life, and spent his youth life in torment.

However, the only difference from the others is that he has spent his most recent life in the hospital because he was seriously injured in the battle.

When the sky began to light up, Jérôme Bonaparte opened his eyes from his humble marching bed.

It wasn't too comfortable, he curled up to sleep for warmth, so his limbs were a little sore, and the wound was still aching, so he had to lie on the bed and stretch his limbs to speed up the blood flow before he was able to stagger to his feet.

In order not to wake up the wounded who were also lying on the bed next to him, his movements were very light, and he finally got out of bed.

Then, slowly, he changed his padded jacket and put on his military coat, and walked out of the room, his steps a little staggering at first, but soon returned to normal, but he could still see the weakness of his body.

Although his injuries have healed and he is able to get out of the hospital bed after being cared for by the medical staff, his body is still very weak. In such a harsh environment, if he was released back into the army like this, it would be tantamount to almost killing him, so the doctors decided to leave him in the hospital for a while to recuperate for a while, so that he could recover enough to resist.

After coming out of the ward, Jérôme Bonaparte first went to the simple canteen of the hospital, which was said to be a canteen, but in fact it was just a simple farmhouse. Due to the frost, the road was full of potholes and ice ballast, so Jérôme walked carefully and did not fall.

Because all the medical staff and the wounded who were able to move around on their own would come here to eat, there were many people in the queue, each with their own little wooden bowl, either angry or expressionless, waiting with the flow of the line. Jérôme waited in line and finally got himself breakfast.

Breakfast was very simple, just a bowl of porridge with a little shredded bacon and a piece of black bread, which was certainly not Jérôme's favorite food, but when the hot oatmeal rolled into his stomach and injected a magical power into his body, which had been cold for a night, Jérôme, who had eaten all kinds of expensive food, still experienced a kind of happiness that others could hardly imagine.

The food ignited the infinite energy in the young man's body, and Jerome's speed of movement suddenly increased, and his walking pace became more vigorous and vigorous, and his originally blurred vision was suddenly cleaned. He looked up and looked around, trying to find the familiar figure in the crowd of people who were picking up or waiting to get breakfast.

His efforts soon paid off, and in the midst of a group of nurses gathered around for breakfast, he finally saw the haunting figure.

The nurses had just been transferred from the evening shift, so they had come early for breakfast. They sat together, but they all ate their breakfasts in silence, and few spoke. The heavy work and almost insane stress tormented their spirits, made them reticent, and drained their chatty nature, even though they were still young women.

Compared with the first appearance, she has become a lot haggard, her face is serious and thoughtful, her golden hair is also a little scattered because she has not been carefully combed, she has been randomly combed into a ponytail and coiled behind her head, heavy bags have appeared around her eyes, although the pupils are still the original blue, but because of the fine bloodshot in the eyes, so it shows a slightly gray blue, and because of long-term fatigue and indoor work, her face and fingers are as pale as white paper.

Although she is now a nurse trying to save the lives of others, it is not surprising that she herself appears unhealthy, as this is a common situation among these nurses - there are too many wounded soldiers and it is very tiring to care for them.

Jérôme was heartbroken by this, but beyond the heartache, he felt even more that heartfelt admiration.

He slowly leaned over and walked over to the nurses at the table.

"Miss Treville?"

In an instant, he became the focus of the nurses' attention, and this kind of "Why are you here again?" The sneering gaze made this shy young man feel a little embarrassed, but the courage and love that bordered on reverence made him hold on, trying not to show himself to be cowering.

"You just got off the night shift, didn't you?" He asked with a forced smile.

"Yes." After the initial astonishment, Fran nodded indifferently, "Good morning, Monsieur Bonaparte." ”

This slightly distant title made Jérôme feel a little disappointed, but recently he had become accustomed to the other party's indifference, so he remained silent on the surface.

"Okay, is there anything you need me to do? Please let me know what to do. ”

Grateful to the doctors who kept him in the hospital, and for the sake of the robe, and for the sake of more access to Miss Treville, Jérôme volunteered to ask the doctors for permission to help care for the sick and wounded as he could.

Because his injuries had indeed improved a lot, his movement had been basically fine, and he had been too short of manpower recently, so after thinking about it for a while, the doctors agreed to his application and let him and some wounded soldiers in the same situation help take care of the robe.

However, unlike the others, Lieutenant Jérôme-Bonaparte would often ask Miss Tréville if she needed any help, and over time it became clear to him that even the other nurses could see it.

However, none of the nurses agreed with his actions, so none of them gave him any good looks, let alone supported his actions.

"The second lieutenant in room two, please pay special attention." Under the gaze of others, Fran replied to Jérôme with a businesslike indifference, "He has just undergone surgery, please remember to change his bed as soon as possible, and it is better to give him some hot water, it is right to drink more heat in this weather." ”

"Okay, I'll make a note of it." Jérôme nodded repeatedly. "Leave it to me, and I will take good care of him and will not let you down."

"Okay, I'll bother you, I've finished breakfast and need to take a break." Fran nodded at him, then stood up directly.

Considering that Jérôme was indeed helping the sick and wounded, Fran was still positive and grateful for his enthusiasm, but when the two men talked, she was always unabashed.

Because, she doesn't want to give the other party any hope, because that will only bring more trouble, and she doesn't want the other party to entangle herself.

Jérôme kept looking at Fran until she left the humble cafeteria, still reluctant to take her eyes off it.

Being seriously injured must have been a great misfortune for most people, and it would have been a great misfortune for young Jérôme, but because this man was here, it was like heaven for him.

Unconsciously, he stood up and slowly walked out of the cafeteria.

It's not that he wants to do anything, he just wants to watch the other person go back to rest, even if it is for a while, even if it is a few more seconds.

However, as the graceful figure in sight reached the dormitory, Jérôme noticed that she had stopped, looking up blankly ahead.

Jérôme subconsciously followed her gaze, and then saw a vague figure in the distance.

It was very windy, so the visibility was not very high, but he could tell that it was a man in civilian clothes...... It's completely out of tune with the environment.

Then he noticed that Miss Trevel had suddenly rushed, and then quickened herself and rushed towards her at a rapid pace.

I don't know why, his hands and feet were a little cold, and the whole person froze, looking at the two people in front of him blankly.

Maybe it's because it's too cold.

Charles took off his hat when he saw Fran rushing towards him, his smile filled with excitement at reunion after a long absence, and some indescribable guilt.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"Finally seeing you again......" Under the initial shock, Fran's face bloomed with a smile of great joy, and her eyes were clouded.

She immediately walked briskly towards her brother, and when the two of them almost touched, she stretched out her hand to hug her brother, but when she reached out, as if it were an electric shock, she immediately withdrew her hand again.

After standing still, she looked at Charles in a daze, helpless, crying and laughing on her face, and tears rolling down the corners of her eyes.

"Forgive me, sir...... I haven't showered in a while, God...... In an environment like the front, it's hard to take a shower. ”

"Silly boy! It's okay......" Charles sighed, then reached out and took her in his arms, then he hung his head and inhaled heavily, "It's delicious, really." ”