In the morning, Li Renjie's unit arrived in Brisbane, which had just been occupied, and this city, which was known as the colonial capital of New South Wales, was more like a town than a city in China, but in fact, there was nothing that could be regarded as a city in the whole of Australia, that is, Sydney and Melbourne could barely be regarded as cities, and as for other places, they were more towns than cities. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Brisbane was the last "big city" under British control, and now the fall of the city, especially with the surrender of the Colonial Governor of New South Wales in his Governor's House, means that the whole of Australia has been completely occupied by China, and the war is over!

At least for the Australian army, which now has a total strength of more than 100,000 troops, the war is over.

Although the Australian army has 100,000 soldiers, almost 10% of the Australian population, only one division was sent to the New South Wales colony, and only one regiment was used to attack Brisbane.

Once the troops entered Brisbane, they were dispersed in and around the city. Many of the city's houses had been destroyed by the shelling during the previous battle, and there were still traces of war, and outside the walls of an abandoned warehouse courtyard, two guards with guns stood against the sky.

Because there was no fighting, and everyone knew that the British had surrendered and that the war was somewhat over, the soldiers who had been on the expedition for months behaved at a leisurely pace, as if they were at home on a group tour of some kind of monument.

Brisbane's weather is nice and sunny, and because of its tropical location, the streets of the city are littered with unknown trees and flowers blooming in the bushes, and in the hallway in front of a ruined Western-style house, a hungry and tired dog lies basking in the sun in a collapsed gap.

The warriors rode Australian horses that they had gotten out of nowhere—there were many abandoned horses in the city, and they took turns riding on empty roads. There are also some people who pull the pigs from nowhere with ropes, and are leading them to the camp, for the soldiers who eat beef and mutton all day long here, pork is the meat they have longed for for a long time, needless to say, these ownerless pigs will become a delicacy for the soldiers at dinner, and turn into fragrant braised meat.

For these warriors in a foreign land, perhaps the supply of cattle and sheep here is inexhaustible, and they can eat enough beef and mutton every day, but for them, pork is still the best delicacy, after all, for the Han people, since the Ming Dynasty, the best meat in their memory is pork.

When the cooking soldiers were busy killing pigs, and after the pork was divided into various classes, although there was not much pork, it still made the soldiers drool, even if it was a large piece of meat full of fat, it was enough for them to recall the excitement of the New Year in the domestic military camp, as for the appearance of seeing beef when they first arrived in Australia and couldn't walk, smelling the mutton flowing, it had long disappeared, after all, compared to the country, Australia, which is dominated by animal husbandry, may be able to provide beef and mutton for the army to eat, but in the face of the huge Australian army, Naturally, the pork supply became tighter.

After this sumptuous dinner, after nightfall, the warriors gathered around the campfire. There was an endless chatter, and their idle content was nothing more than how the domestic newspapers published about them. The so-called "condolence bags" were only distributed to the troops in the rear, but the troops who were really fighting in the front could not get it, even if they wanted to send it to the front, there was nowhere to send it, and for a time the "condolence bags" containing melon seeds, fruits, and "condolence letters" written by elementary school students under the guidance of teachers became "unheard bags" in the mouths of the warfighters.

Although there is nothing in the "condolence letter" for those things

The warriors talked about it, and as they talked, they yawned, and they did not untie their leggings or take off their leather boots, and of course here they did not even need to put on blankets, and before they knew it, they fell asleep with their guns in their hands, and the white ash from the campfire got into their nostrils, but even this did not interfere with their rest.

It was also on this night that the soldiers fell asleep around the campfire, and at the schools in Brisbane, which are now temporary shelters for the wounded, the sight was sad and weeping.

The third shelter for the wounded is housed in a two-story stone building that used to be a secondary school. The room here is very spacious, even the middle school in the county town in China can not be compared, a classroom is about 70 square meters, there is a small table in the center of the room, a wax is lit on the table, and a long flame is swaying. There was only one candle in the room, so the light was so dim that it was almost impossible to see the outline of something. On the wooden floor lay seventy-six wounded soldiers. In order to leave a place for the seriously wounded to lie down, the lightly wounded with leg injuries or shoulder injuries had to sit against the wall.

Although the doors and windows of the room were open, the room was still filled with the strong smell of blood and people, and the foul air was disgusting, and even the flies were there, and they flew around the wounded, and landed on the bodies of the wounded from time to time.

The seriously wounded who lay on the ground let out faint and painful moans, and the medic and nurses kept rushing among the wounded, their boots rattling on the floor. A military doctor and three nurses were too busy to see the wounds in the dim candlelight.

After treating one wounded, the already exhausted medic immediately turned to another wounded, who stretched out his left hand, which had been wrapped in bandages on the battlefield, and then pointed to one of the wounded beside him with some nervousness:

"Medic, look at this man, maybe he's dead!"

In every infantry regiment, the medical officer is the most "honorable" person, because the number of medical officers is limited, and it is related to the life and death of everyone, so the soldiers often use honorific titles to call these military doctors, after all, no one knows when they will need the "help" of the medical officer, just like now, after all, as a soldier, casualties are always inevitable.

The medic silently rolled the man's eyelids and leaned his face over in the darkness. Then the pupils of the wounded were examined. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, put his hand on his chest, and returned to the soldier who had just spoken.

"Isn't it working anymore?"

The military doctor did not answer his question, but began to treat his wound, and the soldier, enduring the sharp pain coming from the wound, turned his face to the face of the already dead comrade beside him.

Although they were comrades-in-arms of a regiment, when he stared at the deceased at this time, he did not know the name of the deceased, nor did he know which company it was, and the deceased had not said a word to him before he died, but now he wanted to remember the face of the deceased well.

The face was not only young, but also quite handsome, with a few beards growing from the corners of the mouth, and the face was extremely dark due to the long battle and fatigue, which was the face of an ordinary warrior, dark and not white.

There was also a soldier lying not far away, his lumbar vertebrae had been shattered by shrapnel, and he was there to ask the military doctor while he was being treated.

"How long will it be before I can go to the front?"

For the fighter, his question is when he will be able to go to the front, but in fact he is asking when he will recover, although it is the same question, but the former will undoubtedly make people feel that he is brave.

But the medic's answer was very rude, but despite this, his tone was equally full of concern for ordinary soldiers.

"Don't talk nonsense, look at your injury, it's so bad, and you still want to go to the front line and take care of your injury!"

"Will it be crippled?"

The warrior, who had already felt the lower half of his body, asked a little nervously

Maybe it was because he had seen too much, so the military medical officer did not pause, or even hide it, he just replied directly.

"Crippled for sure."

The soldier's expression changed even though he had been mentally prepared for a long time, but he still felt very disappointed, and couldn't help but laugh indifferently, he thought that he would soon return to the country, and he began to imagine himself wearing a hospital gown, imagining the scene of meeting the villagers.

However, he had no idea that he would become a cripple, a useless cripple, and would have to live like this for decades.

"I'm done......"

The "death sentence" soldier muttered there, and he began to worry about his future and how he would live in the future, and at this time, the cold-looking medic reassured.

"Don't worry, you're disabled and retired ......"

Looking at the rank of the wounded soldier, he was a corporal.

"You can receive a lifetime disability allowance according to the rank of non-commissioned officer, which is enough for the ...... of your life"

When the military medical officer was comforting the wounded, a look of pity flashed in his seemingly cold eyes, after all, this is an extremely young soldier, he can't do without a wheelchair all his life, even if he has a disability allowance and can have no worries about food and clothing, but what can he do?

Finally, the busy military medical officer walked out of the classroom, sweating and looking up at the stars in the sky, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart, as if he was thinking for those young soldiers......

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