"Mom, it hurts! I can't take it anymore, Mom... Mom..."

The howl that lingered in my ears upset me. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The wounded soldier in the next bed wailed all day long, which made me feel the urge to curse.

Although he knows that he is also a warrior who defends his homeland and country, he is a warrior who was wounded in battle, and he should be respected.

But can you stop for a few hours and let me be quiet for a while?

While slandering my patients, I also had to endure the torture of the interaction of itching and severe pain in my body.

Modern medicine can achieve a miracle that as long as it is sent to the operating table, the survival rate is as high as more than 90%.

Theoretically, any wounded soldier who returns from the battlefield and is sent back to the hospital in time can survive.

That being said, however, there are conditions to such a conclusion.

A miracle hospital must be a well-equipped place with a steady supply of energy.

In other words, field hospitals do not have the ability to bring the dead back to life.

Due to the limitations of equipment and energy supply, the efficiency of treatment here is worryingly low.

There were no closed dormancy chambers and several expensive auxiliary drugs, and wounded people like me, who could have healed in just a few days, had to endure in the hospital, and the disability rate after recovery remained high.

In order to increase the efficiency of treatment and minimize the impact of war on human resources, the hospital uses cell-activated therapy.

This is an experimental medical technique that can be performed even under rudimentary conditions, and although the treatment effect is very good, the activated cells can cause great pain to the recipient. This pain is a growing pain that no anesthetic can target.

In order to treat the massive failure of internal organs, I underwent cell activation therapy, and the alternating pain and itching were a by-product of the treatment.

The hospital is located in a bunker deep underground. The environment here is hot and humid due to the shortage of energy supply and the lack of full operation of the air conditioning equipment.

As soon as I arrived, I lost contact with the position and the troops.

The depressed critical illness room has two beds and is full of death. Dealing with medical equipment, pain, and the wails of patients all day long, I was going crazy.

When the next bed is quiet, it's a rare and fulfilling time these days. I learned from him something about the beginning of the war.

He was a wounded soldier who had been hit by a nuclear bombardment and had been exposed to an overdose of radiation, a poor fellow who had never seen the true face of the enemy.

He answered my long-standing question, what the hell happened to the planetary defense system?

Stance generators spread across the planets open up a powerful shield force field for Mars.

Planetary bombardment, nuclear attack, or even the starship cannon will not be able to break through the force field and hit the planet's surface directly.

If the enemy wants to attack Mars, it is necessary to send out marines and force a landing. At that time, the million-strong army on Mars will teach them to be human.

This is the external propaganda of the Martian government at the beginning of the war, which contains the confidence of the Martian authorities in the planetary shield.

"Because the shield is very strong, everyone is very relieved, thinking that planetary bombing and the like are impossible on Mars." The patient showed a self-deprecating look, apparently he had thought so at the beginning.

The enemy first used information warfare to temporarily paralyze the communications and enemy-seeking capabilities of the local defending units. Then use a large-scale landing battle as bait to attract the attention of the defenders.

They took advantage of the 20 minutes for the information warfare forces to regain control of the planetary sphere, and sent special forces to parachute into the force field generator base, which numbered as many as 75, and launched a strong attack at the same time.

The enemy's airborne operations were quite successful. Of the seventy-five bases, fifty-three were completely occupied, and the rest were temporarily rendered useless.

Only then did the defenders react and send an elite rapid reaction force to recapture the lost generator base. And send a fleet to alert the low orbit of the planet.

The recapture of the bases was surprisingly smooth. The recaptured troops bloodlessly took over the fallen bases that had been abandoned by the enemy on their own initiative.

Not no one in the defenders suspected that there was a conspiracy.

However, after the thrilling dismantling of a large number of self-detonation devices, everyone thought that this was a thrilling tactical attack and defense, and the crisis had passed.

The real battle situation is rapidly getting out of control in the laziness of the defenders.

Proxima Centauri's fleet, taking advantage of the short time when the Stand shield was ineffective, ambushed Star Destroyers over various bases.

In order to succeed in the operation, they did not hesitate to sacrifice an entire detachment of 15 destroyers to lure the defending space fleet away from the planet's low orbit.

The patient is a communications staff officer of the 212 Rapid Mobile Force, which is part of the Martian Front.

He participated in the recapture of Base 043 and was one of the first officers and soldiers to discover the situation.

The Battlefield Coordination Command was the first to warn that a large number of Star Destroyers were present in the low orbit of the planet.

The bases received an urgent order to complete the reactivation of the generator and restore the planetary shield as soon as possible.

In this way, most bases omit the time-consuming system memory self-test step when they urgently restart the stance generator.

It is in the system memory that a special virus against the computing core of the intelligent center is stationed.

The main control centers of 53 sets of shield generators distributed in different regions of the Martian surface have insufficient core computing resources and equipment are suspended at the same time.

The recapture troops of each base are the strategic mobile forces in the Martian defenders, and they are the elite of the main force.

They were equipped with information warfare detachments that reacted quickly. Within 5 minutes, all viruses are cleared.

However, the force field shield could not be restored immediately, and the control centers of each base needed to be restarted, equipment continuation, and joint debugging tests, etc., which took a lot of time.

Until the Star Destroyer Group launched a nuclear bombardment, the control centers of most bases had not yet completed the restart operation.

Without the cover of shields and without the right equipment, a large number of rapid reaction units, representing the most elite part of the defenders, were lost in the initial nuclear bombardment.

The generator base was mostly destroyed, and the surface of Mars lost its greatest guard of honor in the face of space combat power.

The Critical Illness Room fell silent again, and I don't know what to say about the tragedy that has taken place around the planetary shield.

The losses caused by the planetary bombardment to the troops were too great, and the loss of the shield generator was an unforgivable mistake.

On our 3123 position, the vast majority of the 150,000 troops were engulfed by bombardment from the planet's low orbit.

I've seen too many corpses charred by nuclear flames, too many poor creatures that have suddenly been in a vacuum and turned into balloons.

Words of comfort, I can't speak.

I know it's not his fault, and I understand that they did their best, but I can't forgive them for failing to keep their shields.

"I know, you blame us for not keeping the shield generator...... But if it were you, or any other person, who could do better? ”

“……”

I'm speechless.

After the second day of activation, his wailing was significantly reduced. I also congratulated him and said that he was finally getting better.

He snorted twice in reply.

After the third day of treatment, there was no sound in the next bed, and I shouted several times but there was no response, so I called the nurse to come and check.

His body is still alive, his brain is healthy, but he is no longer conscious.

Later, his hospital bed was vacated, and the nurse told me that he was in a vegetative state and had been euthanized.

Looking at the empty hospital bed next door.

I suddenly regretted it.

I should have told him that none of this was his fault.

I didn't even ask his name.

Many words are buried in my heart, and I can only turn into a sigh.