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“…… Seventy-six Russian generals and 211874 Russian officers and soldiers led by General Kuropatkin surrendered, and the fighting in the Baikal region ended. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Victorious.

When this telegram from the command of the Trans-Baikal Operational Army was sent, when hundreds of thousands of Russian troops were ordered to surrender, the entire Trans-Baikal region was in jubilation. The soldiers who survived the brutal battle shot into the sky with all kinds of weapons, and these exhausted warriors shouted, laughed, hugged and danced; Everywhere is "We won!" Victory! The shouts.

These soldiers who had just experienced the rain of bullets and bullets had tears in their eyes, but more soldiers were lying on the ground as if they were relieved, and when they lay there on the battlefield filled with gunsmoke and the smell of corpses, tears flowed down the faces of each of them.

Victory!

In Trans-Baikal, in the past 20 days, these heroic fighters have launched fierce attacks on the Russian army again and again, at any cost. At 5 p.m., there was a sudden stop, and it was all over!

At this time, the soldiers who were lucky enough to survive all looked at each other excitedly, and everywhere their eyes touched, there were tired and excited faces, looking at the tired faces around them full of gunpowder smoke and mud, and an officer muttered to himself:

"Is it really over?"

He looked at the battlefield in front of him, full of piles of charred land like the surface of the moon, this blood-soaked battlefield, and it was strangely quiet at the moment. Only the corpse silently tells the brutal truth that this war has claimed hundreds of thousands of lives.

At this time, the soldiers who survived were there to celebrate this hard-won victory. They were jumping and cheering on the battlefield, but the cheers of the warriors could no longer wake up the many warriors lying here—the dead warriors could never be awakened again.

In the steppes of Trans-Baikal, on the muddy blood-stained battlefield, the destroyed Russian fortresses and artillery can be seen everywhere, and the battlefield is full of corpses of the Northeast Army and Russians. The Grim Reaper preserves this brutal picture for people's vision. Every inch of the battlefield was littered with traces of artillery fire and gunsmoke, revealing the black ground that had been burned by shells on the muddy battlefield.

The cruel war is completely displayed in front of the world through this seemingly calm side in front of the eyes, but now, no one seems to care about this, only a very few people are there to remember their comrades with tears, this day, too many people died, this day, they paid a very heavy price!

On the other side, the endless ranks of captives were slowly wriggling towards the positions of the Northeast Army, which they had dreamed of breaking through, and who had tried again and again in the past few months to break through the encirclement, but now they had given up, given up hope of victory.

At the moment, their unkempt beards are covered with dirt. Many of them had no spirit on their faces, some were just tired, and the long battle had already exhausted them, and the military lunch boxes on their belts made a clanging sound reminiscent of the shackles on the hands of prisoners.

This army, which once wanted to conquer the Far East and even the whole of Asia, seemed to the world to be a little invincible, but now it is walking step by step to the prisoner of war camp of China's Northeast Army.

For China, this is an unprecedented victory!

Even in the history of Chinese warfare, this is the largest battle in history to annihilate the enemy's army, of course, this is history, hundreds of thousands of prisoners, this is enough to make everyone cheer.

The Russians looked equally tired, and at the same time they seemed to be relieved that at last they no longer had to worry about life and death, for for them the war was over, and they just dragged their heavy feet and threw their rifles on the ground, and on the ground they were piles of weapons, which had lost their former vigor like their masters.

And the soldiers around them, whenever they saw a group of Russians passing by them, they would always speak in stiff Russian.

"Yellow monkey!"

This kind of mockery, which was once a contemptuous term for the Chinese by the Russians, has now proved their arrogance and arrogance to Russia with an unprecedented victory.

Win!

While the people on the battlefield cheered there, in the field hospital dozens of kilometers away, the war here was not over, in fact, in that wooden ward, thousands of soldiers were still fighting, fighting the last battle with death, and for those who fought bravely on the battlefield, this is also a battlefield, a new battlefield, and they must defeat the Grim Reaper.

When he opened his eyes, what caught Li Long's eyes was a dim yellowed ceiling, the ceiling was wooden, and like this house, it was made of wood, because it was not dry, so there would always be a faint smell of pine in the room, which would even make Li Long feel at home, because his room could also smell the pine smell of the wooden planks.

But at this time, Li Long, who walked around from the ghost gate and walked back, only felt that his ribs were very painful, and he felt a sharp stinging pain with every breath.

What is this place?

At this time, he was even a little confused, and all his memories stayed at the moment of falling.

Trying to move his body, as he tried, Li Long only felt that the bones in his joints seemed to be scattered, and he was tired and sore. At this time, he found that his chest was tied with gauze, and the sharp pain in his chest reminded him that being hit in the chest was not a nightmare, but real, and then a cold and hard face with unfamiliar lines met his eyes.

As can be seen from the military rank, he is a military doctor.

When he saw this military doctor, Li Long tried to open his mouth, and the severe pain all over his body made his lips even tremble, so that he couldn't make a sound at all, and then he realized that every time he breathed was painful, like his lungs were torn into a ball and stuffed back into his chest.

"If what you're asking is, did we win? Well, now I can tell you that we won, the Russians in Trans-Baikal surrendered, we captured almost 220,000 Russian soldiers, so to speak, even Napoleon did not achieve such a brilliant victory! ”

Yes, it was enough of a victory for anyone to cheer about

The officer with a cold expression, when he spoke, his eyes seemed a little indifferent, he was saying in a flat, seemingly unwavering voice, in his calm and cold, Li Long did not pay attention to him at all, at this time, there was only one thing left in his heart.

Victory!

Finally, we won!

Hearing this good news, Li Long closed his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face, winning, we won, the sacrifice of the brothers is worth it.

Yes, it's worth it! We won!

Handsome! We won!

The military doctor glanced at the wounded soldier with a smile on his face, but he sighed in his heart when he had single-handedly pulled him from the ghost gate. As a military doctor, after the outbreak of this war, he saw too many deaths for this victory.

How many people died?

How many people are still alive?

Here, in this field hospital, wounded soldiers die almost every minute, and when those wounded soldiers are dying, they are not shouting "for the motherland", they are not shouting "handsome", they are shouting "mother", shouting the names of their relatives, and dying with regret.

Only these living people will care about victory!

Who?

Who cares about those who are dead?

They may be alive, but ...... And many more are dying!

"This one is back for you,"

He said as he placed a small object beside his bed, a pen.

"You've been guarding this until you pass out, and it looks like it should be something very important to you."

When the doctor put the seemingly ordinary fountain pen on the table, Li Long looked at the fountain pen, but old memories came to his mind. This is a gift from the principal when he entered the junior high school, when he was admitted to the thirtieth place in the school, the principal always hoped that he could go to senior high school, and then take the university entrance examination, but he did not go to middle school, although he became a soldier, but this pen has always accompanied him, at this time. The shell of the copper pen has been deformed by the pressure of the explosion. He endured the sharp pain and stretched out his left hand, holding the pen in his hand, and suddenly, a smile appeared on his face.

Yes, maybe in the future, you can continue to study!

"I had more than 60 stitches all over my body, and in addition to the external injuries, the most serious injuries were the two bullets in the chest, three broken ribs and a leg bone, and ...... lungs."

The military doctor looked at the record and said coldly:

"It's really hard to believe if you didn't see it with your own eyes, you can actually survive, your recovery ability is indeed better than many people, first-class soldiers. Many soldiers who were wounded like you had already died, lost blood for a long time, and the commanders threw everyone to the front, and everyone who could hold a gun went to the front, and it was you. It's also up to the nurses, the female nurses to carry you from the front line to the ambulance under the rain of bullets! ”

As he spoke, the medic had a deep dissatisfaction or anger on his face. Nor was he so angry that too many people had died on this day, and in his opinion, there were some deaths that could have been avoided.

"Is it worth it for so many people to die?"

Just when his words fell, there was a wounded officer on the side who jumped up, the officer who lost his thigh, when he jumped, the whole person almost fell to the ground, but was held by the military doctor, but the officer grabbed the military doctor's collar without appreciation, in his opinion, the military doctor's words had offended him and offended everyone.

"What did you say!"

"Please calm down,"

The military doctor still said in a non-hurried voice. Li Long bracked his body and tried to stand up, but he couldn't stand up, just glared at the military doctor.

"We are for the country, for the nation, this battle is won, our country will have an international status, no one dares to despise us China anymore, I won, from now on, who dares to underestimate us."

The officer slowly loosened the collar of the medic and sneered:

"Hmph, you will see, the sacrifices of the brothers are worth it, our blood is worth it, this battle, we have played a dignified position in China, from now on, those foreign devils will no longer dare to bully us, we speak in China, they will listen carefully."

The young officer, who had only one leg left and was at most 20 years old, burst into tears of excitement as he spoke.

"Whatever you want,"

In the face of the anger around him, the military doctor not only did not show fear, but still looked like he did not have a trace of emotional fluctuations.

"You can call me Dr. Sun, and you will be healed by me for a long time to come."

Dr. Sun Yat-sen then left the crowded ward, and outside the wooden ward, rows of wooden layers could also be seen, and in fact, there were thousands of such houses in this square kilometer area, and their role was not a barracks, not a headquarters, but a field hospital.

And in the past nearly a month, the cars have been sending the wounded back to the field hospital, who can imagine what price they paid for the victory of this battle?

As a military doctor, and of course, a former revolutionary, Sun Yat-sen was stunned by what he saw and blood, he had never imagined that soldiers could sacrifice so much, so much. When he walked into the courtyard and looked at the ambulances covered in blood, he knew how heavy the price of that victory was, so heavy that it was suffocating and ......

"Hmmm......"

A groan of pain came from the nose of a soldier, this soldier's head was wrapped in gauze, this was an extremely young soldier, but now, he was quietly waiting for death, looking at the mark on his sleeve, listening to the faintly audible moan, Sun Yat-sen suddenly only felt that his eyes were hot, their sacrifice was too great.

"Mother, mother...... I ...... pain."

And when passing through another room, the delicate moaning of pain, let him turn his eyes to the girls in this ward, this battle not only caused heavy losses to the Northeast Army, but also caused heavy losses to many female nurses who volunteered to go to the front line, hundreds of nurses were injured in the process of treating the wounded, and more than a dozen nurses sacrificed their lives.

In this battle, everyone paid a very heavy price, too many lives were sacrificed.

"We won ......"

Listening to the sound in the room, Sun Yat-sen's heart suddenly trembled at this moment, he raised his head, looked at the stars in the sky, and a voice suddenly surged in his heart.

"Is it really worth it?" (To be continued.) )