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On March 1, 1623, the Northern Campaign, which lasted more than twenty days, came to an abrupt end.

A reinforced battalion of the Chinese Army captured more than 2,500 Mohok prisoners of war from the Albany area of the mid-to-upper Song River, and a village of nearly 600 people from the Nanaghimsai tribe was annexed.

Under the misfortune of intelligence errors and coincidences, He Yu's troops collided with the main Iroquois Indian Alliance main force that was assembling in southwestern Albany, killing more than 1,000 Iroquois Union soldiers. The U.S. Army in China, on the other hand, suffered a total of 112 casualties, including the soldiers who were seriously wounded and died on the way to the rear, the number of casualties reached 48, and the number of seriously wounded and disabled exceeded 20. In addition, the accompanying Mohicans, Pekts, and Dravares suffered hundreds of casualties, and the precious pack horse team was almost completely lost.

After a day's rest, the officers and men of the Northern Campaign returned to West Point on 3 March in river flotilla, where they were to rest at the military base in West Point, and some of the wounded who had not had time to be sent back were sent to the hospital in West Point for treatment.

The residents of West Point, who are not in the middle of nowhere, once again poured out to welcome the return of the Army officers and soldiers with an unprecedented and lively lineup.

Although West Point Town had secretly received a group of seriously wounded before, the news received was basically all about the smooth situation of the battle, and the harvest was good. Therefore, neither Mayor William nor Police Chief Guan Ruzhong expected that this northern operation would end up being so cruel and wolf-like.

Tired soldiers marched through West Point in a somewhat scattered line, all glazed in glazed eyes and struggling to walk. Let the originally elated West Point townspeople gradually quiet down. The flowers in their hands slowly stopped shaking, and people began to whisper.

The housewives hurriedly hugged their children back to their side, the men took the initiative to walk to the middle of the line and held some of the lightly wounded, and the police quickly evacuated the crowd.

The crowd of onlookers slowly dispersed, and Brenda remained standing on the side of the street, nervously searching for familiar faces among the passing soldiers. The faces that walked by showed a strange numbness and loneliness.

"Sir, is Sergeant Scott here?" Brenda, who hadn't learned Chinese yet, didn't see it clearly. stopped a Chinese soldier.

The Chinese soldier, who knew nothing about English, was stunned, looked at his comrades around him, and shook his head. and walked away.

Brenda asked several European soldiers in succession, but unluckily, none of them knew English.

"I'm sorry, sir! Do you know Mr. Scott? ”

The line of soldiers in front of him seemed to be about to run out, and Scott had not yet appeared. Brenda finally grabbed another European corporal, and her voice trembled a little in her anxiety.

Corporal Jonah looked the European woman in front of him up and down, and finally remembered that the other party was someone Scott knew in Bermuda, so he turned around and turned his mouth in a direction: "Sergeant Scott was injured in the leg, and it was fine a few days ago, but it seems to have changed last night." Oh, the medic said it was inflamed and had been carried to the town hospital. ”

"Thank you! Thank you! Brenda quickly bowed repeatedly, and then ran towards the town hospital with her skirt in hand, arousing the curiosity of the soldiers.

The antibiotic production office under the state-owned pharmaceutical group was established only at the end of last year. After obtaining moldy from the East, a high-yielding penicillium strain of 1 million units per milliliter of culture was finally obtained in January.

However, the large-scale production of penicillin will be much more difficult than that of the real room. Clean air supply, a constant temperature production environment, and complex nutrient dosing, ingredient separation, extraction and purification equipment were all huge barriers to penicillin production in the 17th century.

After the use of modern equipment that can be used by a qiē, the penicillin production workshop can only be called the "antibiotic production room", which is actually only a little larger than the antibiotic laboratory of the previous medical research institute. The conditions for production purification that can be had. It has only reached the capacity of 6 million units per month, that is, 300 20,000 units of penicillin powder injections with a purity of about 25%, but their production cost is as high as $10 each!

Today, more than 200 precious penicillin injections have been transferred to West Point, and several medical staff from Manchester City National Hospital have been temporarily transferred to West Point Hospital, including an engineer from the antibiotic laboratory.

For those infected with minor injuries, the dosage of one stick can achieve excellent results. But for a patient with a serious abdominal injury like Deng Jian, the dosage is a bit more, and because it also involves a difficult operation, it can only be transferred to the Manchester City National Hospital for treatment.

Nearly 100 lightly and seriously injured people crowded every ward of West Point Hospital, and some of the less seriously injured had to be temporarily housed in the corridors. As for the local patients in West Point, they moved back home with interest.

Scott, who had been wounded in the thigh a week earlier, finally developed a high fever on the ship back to West Point. The sloppy wounds in the muddy and damp conditions of the battlefield have begun to inflame and fester, and if they return to Europe, they may not be able to save their lives even if they are amputated.

On the hospital bed, Scott, who had undergone leg wound cleaning surgery, was still unconscious, and the towel on his forehead had been changed many times, but the high fever was still there. The few medical thermometers that have been preserved in the limited aftermath of the catastrophe show that Scott has a high fever of over 41 degrees.

The skin test was lucky, and the penicillin, which was not purified enough, was finally injected into the soldier's body, and now all people have to do is wait for the other party to have a fever the next day. As for when to wake up, it is not up to those who have been trained for less than a year to know.

Scott, who firmly commanded the battle on the battlefield and personally held the military flag and shouted, seemed to be asleep at this time, lying heavily, and only the slightly undulating chest under the quilt could see a trace of life.

Brenda also stood quietly by the bedside, and every ten minutes, he replaced the warm wet towel on the soldier's head, and then soaked the towel in the basin of water that he put aside.

And so, all night, Brenda stayed in front of Scott's bed, repeating the action of changing towels in unison.

Just after 9 p.m., Cheng escorted Jenny back to an upscale neighborhood in the southern part of Manchuria. Jenny clung to her fur and walked absentmindedly in front. He stopped, and Cheng Daxiong was a few steps behind.

"Jenny, you seem to have something on your mind today, and you sang a lyric incorrectly."

When he was about to walk to Jenny's house, Cheng Daxiong caught up with a few steps and gently pulled Jenny back.

"I'm not very familiar with this song." Jenny nodded quickly, secretly looking at the door of the house. I was a little nervous.

"During this time, you have been a little out of shape, are you not feeling well?" Cheng Daxiong captured this detail. So he smiled and pointed to the door not far away, "Rest early, although tomorrow is Saturday." But there's still a rehearsal for the broadcast. ”

After speaking, Cheng Daxiong returned to the way he came, and took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Mr. Cheng, thank you for taking care of you!"

Suddenly, Jenny said something behind her in a loud voice for the first time, Cheng Daxiong was stunned for a moment, and slowly turned around.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cheng...... I want to go back to West Point......" Jenny's voice instantly became quieter, so soft that only she could hear it.

"Huh? Say what? It didn't seem to be heard clearly, and Cheng Daxiong returned to the girl's side. Strange looks at each other.

"I mean...... I'm a little unwell, can I stop broadcasting tomorrow? Jenny hung her head and looked nervously at the ground.

"Okay, the rehearsal is postponed to the afternoon, and I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow morning. You go home now, it's cold outside. Cheng Daxiong nodded, took the other party's hand, and personally led the other party towards the door.

Almost all the way into the bedroom, the door was closed, and Jenny was leaning her back against the door. I felt like my heart was about to jump out. Slowly raising his head, his gaze fell on the small cabinet at the head of the bed.

In the small cabinet, there were several letters written by Scott, and although each letter was a cookie-cutter greeting and a red heart at the end of the letter, Jenny could laugh for a while almost every time she read the letter.

Turning over a stack of old envelopes again, Jenny's misty gaze seemed to see the man who had stopped him at the gate of the radio station not long ago, the army soldier clumsily imitating his own singing.

When I went to work today, I already learned the news of the end of the Northern Campaign from the chatter of several Chinese female colleagues on the radio station, and it seemed that the army's losses this time were greater than expected. Although the details of the details are not known, the kind of trepidation that Jenny had been brewing in her heart for several days deepened.

Flipping through these letters, which she had read many times, Jenny felt that her heartbeat was a little uncontrollable again.

“…… Miss Jenny, my greatest wish is to buy a small orchard in West Point and live a carefree life. ”

"Jenny, don't thank me, because you have a talent that is the envy of all. Each of us may only be able to accomplish one thing in a lifetime, so I hope you can be the most dazzling singer in this country! Happiness for all! ”

“…… I will protect this country and protect the beautiful Miss Jenny. ”

"God testifies, you are not destined to be ordinary, and I will not let you be buried in the ordinary, Jenny, believe me, you will definitely make greater achievements!"

The voices of two very different men echoed in her ears repeatedly, and Jenny became more and more nervous, shoved the letter into the small cupboard, and locked it up again.

Hurriedly putting on her coat and fur fur, Jenny cautiously walked downstairs, and quietly opened the door to the room, estimating that the nanny was already asleep.......

On the side of the cold civil dock in the southern part of Manchuria, the Indian boy Fatima is doing the final inspection on his river steamboat, and if there is nothing wrong, he will leave in half an hour.

The ship has been loaded with a batch of medical sterilized cotton yarn and normal saline, which is urgently needed medical supplies for West Point Hospital.

Under the dim street lamp, the figure of a young girl stumbled towards the dock, because of the fierce running, the guide zhì had difficulty breathing, and the oxygen supply was insufficient, and her little face was a little white.

"Wait! Mr! Jenny ran to Fatima, who was untying the rope, gasping for breath and bowing her head, "Can you take me to West Point?" I'm willing to do whatever it takes! ”

As she spoke, Jenny quickly took out a few silver dollars from her pouch and handed them to Fatima with trembling hands.

"But it is stipulated that cargo ships sailing at night cannot carry people, and there will be cargo ships going to West Point during the day tomorrow." Fatima looked strangely at the girl in a rich dress and fur fur, and finally saw the other person's face clearly in the light, "Ah, you are Miss Jenny?" ”

"Please, please!" Jenny pinched the silver coin. He bowed vigorously and secretly looked behind him.

Fatima looked back at her ship, where the other three companions in charge of the boiler or lamp were silent.

"Alright then, Miss Jenny, please get on board. The water is relatively fast, and it may not be until noon tomorrow to reach West Point. Fatima carefully invited Manchester's famous singer into the cramped cockpit with a shy smile.

March 4. Saturday, light rain.

Sergeant Scott's body element, combined with the powerful effects of penicillin, finally woke him up near noon. The high fever was also reduced to 38 degrees.

After continuing to inject a bottle of penicillin, Scott, with the support of Brenda, ate his first lunch of non-military dry food since the Northern Campaign.

Broth from pumpkin, potatoes and beef. It was a special lunch provided to the wounded soldiers by the townspeople of West Point. With a groggy feeling, Scott slowly swallowed the soup and pieces of meat that the other party handed him with a small spoon.

"Sergeant Potter and Corporal Sanders were killed...... I didn't know how to talk to their wives. Scott showed a sad expression at this time, staring blankly at Brenda in front of him, and his voice was very low.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Sanders are good people, and they have gone back to God." Brenda hurriedly put down the bowl, drew a cross on his chest with his hand, and lowered his head slightly, "God willing, Mr. Scott's health will be fine soon." Uncle Alan and Jessica will be happy too! ”

"......" looked at the English girl in front of him who was only about twenty years old with bloodshot eyes, and Scott's vision was a little blurred.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! ”

A spoonful of soup was handed to Scott's mouth. As a result, Scott, who was in a daze, did not open his mouth as scheduled, and the hot soup in the small spoon accidentally flowed outside, and Brenda quickly grabbed the towel in embarrassment, and was about to wipe the corners of the other party's mouth and chest.

Grabbing the towel that Brenda had handed him, Scott shook his head vigorously. Only then did she come to her senses, and the smiling Jenny in front of her gradually disappeared, and she turned back into Miss Brenda with a nervous face.

The two stopped talking, and Scott just quietly ate the food fed by the other party, and regained his composure.

Outside the door, the door is seamed. Jenny slowly let go of her hand and took a few steps back, and the silk scarf fell to the ground. Slowly turning around, covering Jenny with a large cloak, dodging a few paramedics, he walked towards the exit at one end of the hallway.

After the snow melts, West Point Town has become more and more green and fresh under the light rain, and new green shoots have begun to germinate on the moist soil in the corners of the streets and houses.

The news of the total victory in the Northern Campaign had been widely publicized on official broadcasts, and the large number of Aboriginal prisoners of war had been seen being escorted to the mines west of West Point for many days, and the townspeople of West Point were all the more certain that their army had done a great deal to the country. And those wounded are the most revered heroes and precious treasures of this country, so from noon today, more and more people began to surround the hospital with various gifts, and some even sent gifts directly to the military base northwest of West Point.

The heroic fighting spirit and strong fighting power of the officers and men of the American Army in China were depicted in the tavern by the sailors of the river fleet, and the deeds of officers who took the lead in the soldiers, who could not get out of the line of fire with minor injuries, and who did not leave their guns with seriously wounded hands were even more fabricated.

This is a tradition that has been formed in West Point in the past two years, and no other place in the country has ever loved the military as much as the residents of West Point, perhaps because it has something to do with the fact that West Point has always been in the outermost periphery of the country. They have always believed that their stable life is inseparable from the survival of the army, not to mention the strict discipline of this army that they have never seen or even heard of in Europe.

As for the true casualty figures, I'm afraid no one can really know except for the wounded they can see in their eyes and the few soldiers who have been identified as West Point residents.

Walking through the lively streets, Jenny, wearing a large cloak, walked aimlessly in the rain, and I don't know when, came to the dock.

Looking at the surging river, Jenny trembled slightly in the cold wind of early spring, and casually found a corner by the dock to sit down, and just stared at the river blankly.

The qiē in front of me seemed to be a constantly turning page, and the river steam cargo ships between West Point and Manchu were constantly sailing, unusually fast, so fast that it was difficult to see the outline, like a cloud of paint rapidly smeared and erased on a drawing board, and the sky was gradually darkening.

Eventually, the noise in my ears had faded away, and the river in front of me had returned to calm, leaving only the sparkling water flowing under the lights of the pier, and there was no longer a single boat coming and going.

"Miss, it's already dark, do you still want to sit here?"

A West Point policeman curiously walked over and stood in front of Jenny, who was bowing her head.

Raising her head and looking blankly at the strange policeman, Jenny didn't know what to say or what she wanted to say.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Policeman, she's just lost." A familiar voice came from a short distance around him, and then a tall young man walked over.

The figure of the young man blocked the police, Jenny's blurred vision gradually became clear, and in the dim light, he saw Cheng Daxiong standing in front of him with a smile.

"Okay, I've gone to see Mr. Scott, he's out of danger and someone else to take care of, let's go home."

Cheng Daxiong gently picked up Jenny and led the other party towards the last river steamboat on the other side of the pier. (To be continued)

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