I thought that those days of fear on the battlefield were the darkest period of my life. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After experiencing the torture of the seriously ill room, I realized that there is no darkest in this world, only darker.

After the brothers from the Rapid Reaction Force left, three seriously wounded people were stationed in my ward. They are all treated with cell rejuvenation therapy.

The first veteran who lost both legs did not survive two days and died in the treatment room.

The second was covered in artificial skin, and it was impossible to see his appearance and age. He was unconscious when he came in, and after a few days of treatment, consciousness did not regain and he was euthanized.

After a week or so of solitude, I had a new roommate. He's a talkative and funny guy, he's hurt badly, but he's confident about the future. His arrival swept away the previous depression and boredom, and made me very happy for a while.

Suddenly, one day, the life support device next door screamed, and when the nurse came running, he had no pulse.

The investigation revealed that he had put air in the syringe himself.

Such a cheerful guy actually committed suicide.

I really can't figure out what kind of pathos he has to go through to make him lose hope.

I was depressed for a few days, thinking that the ward was cursed, and that I was going to die here.

I don't know how many days have passed, but my body has gradually improved, and the pain caused by the activation treatment has become lighter and lighter. Still, the loneliness and boredom, and the smell of death in the hospital room, didn't make me happy.

On the day I was transferred from the critical illness room to the recuperation room, I was as happy as a holiday.

The recuperation room is actually a large bunk, with nearly 100 beds neatly arranged in the cave.

There were not only the lightly wounded, but also the sick of civilians, as well as men, women and children who had taken refuge.

After hovering on the verge of life and death for a long time, and suddenly seeing women and children, I was stupid there, looking at them happily and smiling from ear to ear.

My strange behavior caught the attention of the civilians, who took on a defensive look and pulled the woman and child away from me.

"Don't stare at them for too long, they'll scare them."

The reminder from my comrades made me retract my gaze embarrassedly.

"Uh...... I'm not a pervert! ”

"I know, I was the same when I first came. Hello, my name is Jiang Fei, an infantry member of the 103rd Division. ”

"Zhao Ping, also an infantryman."

Jiang Fei became my friend. He told me about the precautions of the retreat room so that I wouldn't make any more jokes.

Here, the status of the military is very high, not only enjoy the right of priority housing, but also the food level is much higher than that of the civilians.

It's not the military who is domineering, it's the war. Field hospitals must fully support the army in order to ensure that the balance of war is tilted in the direction of victory.

Here, civilians have to give way to the troops, whether it is the living environment or the food ration. It is not uncommon to see that when the food is distributed, the soldiers get their share in an orderly manner, while the civilians fight for some stubs.

Jiang Fei asked me not to bother with the affairs of the civilians, this is the inevitable result of the shortage of materials, and if we want to solve this problem completely, we can only wait for the victory of the war.

Before the war, he was a top student at the Lunar Finance University, and joined the army to defend the ideals of his homeland.

I told him that I was a volunteer and the relationship between the two of us became more and more harmonious.

With friends, the days in the recuperation room are simply heaven compared to the intensive care room.

But I don't like it here.

The unfair treatment of civilians is one of the reasons. I consider myself a civilian at heart, and I can empathize with what happened to them.

I hate the atmosphere the most.

The hospital is filled with the mood of a failed idea. The expectation of defeat is very marketable here.

It is not uncommon to hear complaints about the government's resistance policies. They talked a lot about taking a step back, the sea and the sky were cloudy, and it was disgusting to listen to it.

The most optimistic expectation is an end to the war after peace negotiations, and people here do not even dare to imagine that the war will be won.

Listening to pessimistic arguments every day, I see desperate faces. Thinking about the Shura-like battlefield I experienced, I found myself unconsciously becoming pessimistic as well.

Although I know that negative emotions are not good, I can't help but think about it.

I was disgusted by the idea of defeat, and felt sorry for the captain and the brothers who died on the battlefield. But in this atmosphere, how can it be optimistic.

My heart grew heavier, and my words became less and less.

Jiang Fei was anxious for me, thinking about the Fa to enlighten me. It's a pity that pessimism is like a wet suit wrapped around your body, which you can't easily get rid of.

On this day, a group of special people came. They are not soldiers, but they are treated like soldiers. They were both men and women, and they were all well-dressed.

Although these people speak and behave elegantly, they look down on people in their bones. There were people around them who wanted to talk to them, but they were blocked by the service staff around them.

There was a lot of speculation about their identities. Jiang Fei estimated that they were the big figures in the government and their families, and I guess there were parliamentarians, speakers and the like.

At bedtime, the attendants opened curtains in the rest area. This artificial isolation made me feel very uncomfortable and inferior.

Until the waiters tried to chase away the wounded soldiers who were close to the beds, their domineering behavior provoked a strong backlash from the soldiers.

Soldiers are a very grouped group. Especially when you see your own people being bullied.

Dozens of wounded soldiers surrounded the group.

In the midst of the pushing, someone from the waiter pulled out a gun.

The atmosphere was tense.

The internal guards came, as did the director of the hospital and a lieutenant colonel of the logistics troops.

Among the group of people who took the initiative to stir up trouble, a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance loudly rebuked the dean, saying that he was treating a group of deserters, and these people should be pulled out and shot Yunyun.

The waiters beside him were also very arrogant, pulling out pistols in front of the internal affairs soldiers and pointing them at the wounded soldiers who reasoned with them, including Jiang Fei.

He has always advised me not to meddle in my business, but in fact, he is the more impulsive character.

We were all very angry, fighting for our lives and deaths on the front line, and losing so many brothers. In the hospital to recuperate, you will be bullied.

As a result, everyone turned into deserters with a word.

There is no shortage of veterans here who have lived and died, and they don't care about the self-defense weapons in the hands of the waiters. When the warriors of the Hundred Battles became serious, the killing and hostile anger on their bodies made the faces of the gang change.

A couple of timid hands, holding guns, began to tremble. The dean loudly reminded everyone to pay attention to restraint and not to be injured by mistake. The lieutenant colonel and his guards watched coldly as everything happened, and had no intention of persuasion.

"What are you doing? Disarm all those who are illegally armed with guns! ”

Under the standard military order, the internal affairs soldiers, who had long been unbearable, rushed up, ignoring the threat of the middle-aged man, and disarmed the waiters.

"That's it? What if they have another weapon on them? If the hospital is attacked, we will not be able to eat and walk around! ”

The on-site commander of the internal affairs forces is a second lieutenant, with a straight military rank and a righteous body. Under his sharp reprimand, the internal affairs soldiers began to search the bodies of these nobles.

"What are you doing here? Communiqué personal vendetta? I'm going to react to your superiors and pull you out and shoot you all......"

The GIs don't care about the artillery, orders must be carried out.

One by one, well-dressed guys were violently pushed and searched. The women screamed and the children cried in fright. The middle-aged man stared dryly, but there was nothing he could do, because he himself was also searched.

We gathered around the people in the vicinity, and the civilians on the outskirts cheered, which made the middle-aged man even angrier.

The internal affairs soldiers are mainly responsible for discipline in the army, and they also have the duty of supervising the war in wartime.

Most of the ordinary soldiers, including me, hate these guys who usually act as a prestige.

But this incident has changed my opinion of them. After all, they are all soldiers, and they still look much more pleasing to the eye than those well-dressed beasts.

"Report to the sir, three pistols and an encrypted communicator were seized."

"Encrypted communicator?" , the second lieutenant's eyes flickered, intentionally or unintentionally, and his right hand was placed on the matching gun.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's face changed, "Don't think crookedly." I'm on official business, and the communicator is there to communicate with them, not what you think. ”

The second lieutenant's expression, which was already serious, turned gloomy at this time.

"Is there a problem that you don't have the final say, come and arrest me, let the torture room prepare!"

Chickens and dogs jumped, and the internal affairs soldiers escorted a group of people away. The dean wanted to say something, but eventually shut up. The lieutenant colonel of the logistics unit just nodded at the second lieutenant and left, never saying a word.

"It's infuriating. Are we born and died to protect these people? ”

Jiang Fei shook his fist hatefully.

I nodded in agreement.

"Yes! I sometimes wonder if I made the wrong choice. Our sacrifice is really only defending the privileges and property of a few so-called elites. In the end, they are still looked down upon. ”

"I don't agree with what you say. We are fighting, and the Wehrmacht exists, not for a few elites, but ultimately for ourselves. ”

An unexpected voice interjected into a middle-aged soldier with a bandage on his body and still sitting upright.

He wore regular clothes and did not wear a military rank, but he had an aura of not being angry and arrogant.

"Who the hell are you? Speak for those well-dressed beasts! The anger in my chest was surging, ignoring the look Jiang Fei handed over, and facing the middle-aged soldier who was likely to be a high-ranking officer.