On October 14, 830, less than three days had passed since the 2nd Division was surrounded. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This morning, the Empire's offensive intensified. The fat man can intuitively draw conclusions from the number of people who have rescued the wounded. If this continues, the hospital's emergency medicines will also be in a state of emergency.

There was a rare time to spare, and the fat man sat on the steps at the entrance of the hospital. Looking at the Federation soldiers going back and forth, he didn't know when such a day would be, the total strength of the Second Division was only 20,000, did it really have to fend for itself here?

A military vehicle came galloping and stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

"Hurry up, who will save my squad leader!"

A Union soldier ran towards the fat man with a wounded man in his arms. The fat man hurriedly stepped forward to stop, "You can't hold him like this, put him down quickly." ”

The fat man rushed into the hospital and brought a stretcher over and sent the wounded person to the hospital on a stretcher. Seeing that the fat man was carrying another wounded man, Selma hurriedly guided the fat man to carry the wounded to an empty bed. "Brother Li, go and call Dr. Hogan over."

The fat man immediately ran for someone, and Selma began to urgently treat the wounded soldier's injuries. "Shot in the shoulder, close to the heart, heavy blood loss!" Thelma frowned secretly, this was not easy. When he looked at the wounded, his face was pitch black and he couldn't see anything, and his body was covered in blood and dirt.

The fat man quickly brought Dr. Hogan over, and the doctor quickly checked the injury, and the condition was not optimistic. "I have to be busy operating on him!"

Together with the soldier, the fat man carried the wounded to the operating room, because the environment in the hall was not very suitable for surgery, and the hospital had set up several rooms dedicated to the operating room, which was disinfected every day. The operation was underway, and the fat man and the federal soldier were outside the operating room.

The soldier kept walking back and forth in front of the operating room, and the fat man was dizzy when he saw it.

"Oops, I said." The fat man shouted to the soldier, "What are you dangling back and forth there, come and sit down." ”

The soldier saw that it was the fat man calling him, so he went to sit down beside him, but the constant shaking of his legs betrayed the nervousness in his heart at the moment. When the fat man saw this, he chatted with him.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Alan, Private Alan." The soldier's lips trembled.

"That person was your squad leader just now?" The fat man refers to the wounded person who has just been carried into the operating room.

"Our squad leader died the day before yesterday, and Qin Zimo is our acting squad leader." Speaking of his acting squad leader, Allen's face immediately overflowed with admiration.

Alan and Fat Man are about the same age, both young people in their early twenties. The fat man continued, "Your acting squad leader seems to be very popular with you?" ”

"That's it." Allen's nervous expression had subsided a lot now, and he chatted along with the fat man's words, "Our acting squad leader is brave in battle, and he takes good care of his brothers, and the most important thing is that he is only seventeen years old this year!" ”

"Seventeen?" The fat man was unbelievable. At the age of only seventeen, you can lead a squad of soldiers to fight on the front line? Normally, seventeen-year-olds are still in school, right? The wounded man had a black face when he brought him in, so the fat man couldn't see what the man looked like. Hearing that this person was still a student soldier, the fat man couldn't help but feel a lot of closeness to this person.

The fat man and Alan chatted very speculatively. The fat man is still very concerned about the battle situation on the front line, and he also knows a lot about the situation of the frontline positions through Allen's mouth, of course, the cruelty and hardship of the front line are the most.

The operating room door was pushed open, and Thelma stepped inside.

"Thelma, how's it going?" The fat man was the first to ask, and Alan looked at Selma equally nervously.

"The situation is good, the bullet was taken out and the bleeding was stopped. Now it's just a matter of waiting for him to wake up and then rest for a while. Thelma wiped the sweat from her forehead, the operation required her full attention, and she was tired by now.

Listening to Selma's words, Alan breathed a deep sigh of relief. The fat man patted Allen on the shoulder, "Your squad leader is fine, but you still have to be treated here for a while." ”

Knowing that the person was fine, now Alan had to return to the front line, thanked Selma and the fat man and the others, and left in a hurry.

Thelma had gone back to rest. This senior soldier named Qin Zimo had been transferred to an ordinary bed in the hall. There were hundreds of beds lined up in the hall, and Qin Zimo's bed was located in the middle of it. The female nurses are very busy, so now they have to let the fat man deal with the dirt on Qin Zimo's body.

Wiping the dirt off his face, the fat man finally saw this Qin Zimo's appearance clearly. Although he was only seventeen years old, the man's beard had grown long, and the thick stubble looked rather sloppy. But if you hang up your beard, you can still see that it is a student-like face, and its immature appearance has not been completely worn away by the smoke of war.

"Hey... Another student soldier. The fat man sighed secretly in his heart.

The Imperial offensive weakened in the afternoon, until darkness grew and the Empire stopped its offensive. The federal defenders also had a rare chance to breathe, and the fat man was idle again. When the fat man is not working, he still likes to sit at the entrance of the hospital often, watching the military vehicles and soldiers coming and going in front of the hospital, and falling into a long thought.

Selma also walked out of the hospital in a rare way and sat down next to the fat man. When the fat man saw who it was, he didn't speak. Thelma put her hands on her cheeks and looked at the front as dumbfounded as the fat man.

In the end, the fat man couldn't hold back, "Selma, what are you thinking?" ”

"I wonder what you're thinking!" Thelma smiled slyly, but apparently still had something on her mind and didn't say it.

"Hey," the fat man sighed, "Are you homesick now?" ”

"Home?." Thelma smiled dismally, "I'm an orphan, so if I'm really speaking.... I don't have a home. ”

The fat man suddenly realized that he still knew too little about this girl.

Thelma grew up in an orphanage, and she doesn't know who her real parents are or if they're alive. Until now, Thelma has never really experienced what it feels like to be at home, so while the other nurses are crying because they miss their family, all Thelma can do is silently complete the work at hand. That's why it's hard for the fat man to see Thelma sitting in front of the hospital with him like she is now.

"You can't be like a machine, every day is just work." The fat man advises Thelma, "Doing so will give you a nervous breakdown." ”

Thelma just shook her head and didn't speak.