It seemed to be very late in the morning, and when she opened her eyes, she felt not the warm color of the morning, but the cold light of a slight gray.

Turning his head to the window, patches of pure white were slowly falling, and the lower edge of the window edge was inlaid with a layer of white cotton.

Actually, it's snowing. No wonder it was so late, no wonder, it was a little dark.

She didn't wake up Xiaohong and Sunflower, let them laze in the warmth, dressed softly, and went out gently.

The white playground, the white Dabeizhuang, the distant mountains.

There was not a trace of wind, the snow was falling quietly, and she could see the breath on her face, and she involuntarily tightened her shoulders. Cold, highlighting the redness on the fair cheeks.

Raising his face, misty white, misty fluttering, innumerable, endless, no sense of distance, a trace of coolness fell on the beautiful whiteness, and it melted away in an instant.

She began to enjoy walking on the snow, still serious, through the playground and past the house. When she came to the outside of the village, she stood on the high slope of the snow, and there were no more sentinels nearby, and there was a vast white distance in front of her, and she finally smiled. The smile is surprisingly warm, and the laughter is unexpectedly heartfelt, because no one can see it.

Then she jumped up and down like a rabbit, her neck-length hair was not fluttering in the wind for the first time, and she smiled back at the pair of footprints she had jumped out of, leaving them in a clean snow-white color. As a result, the smiling face in the cold was more flushed, the breath was clearer, and occasionally he raised his beautiful eyes, slightly alarmed to confirm that no one was really seeing nearby, and continued to laugh comfortably and jump on the snowy slopes.

She grabbed the snow and threw it clumsily, unable to throw it far, and scattered a few meters in front of her, but she was very happy, and bent down to catch and throw again, and clumsily and clumsily, regardless of the coldness in her palms.

Later, she felt a little tired, so she wrote two words on the white with her beautiful fingers: deserter.

She shook off the coolness of her fingertips, looked at it quietly for a while, and suddenly raised her eyebrows, pretending to be indignant, and jumped on the two words on the snow, jumped on it, and cursed in a low voice: "Trample on you bastard! trample on you shameless deserter! trample on your ......"

Fortunately, this is outside the village, and fortunately no one sees it, otherwise anyone would think that the beautiful figure jumping in the snow is a psychopath!

The footprints, which had flattened the 'deserters' one after another, jumped hard, and some of the footprints were already slightly mud-colored and wet, and the pieces were smeared white.

At this time, this beautiful figure panting quietly looked into the snowy distance, and someone was hurrying here. Gradually, it was evident that they were carrying stretchers, sometimes slipping, sometimes falling into the mud.

Suddenly, a sense of foreboding welled up in my heart, and then my brows welled up. It can't be him from the east, right?

No, that bastard can't be killed by bullets. She hurried down the high slope, walked on the white side, and approached the path into the village.

There are five stretchers, they must have been sent by friendly regiments from the north, who have been searching for the advance party lately.

Stopping on the side of the road buried in snow, through the continuous falling snow curtain, I gradually saw the people carrying the stretcher, and finally completely relieved that they were not from the independent regiment.

The warrior covered in mud and blood carried the first stretcher, and passed by her tiredly and hurriedly, and the warrior's face on the stretcher was as quiet as if dead, and she did not recognize it.

The second stretcher has passed again, and it should be the friendly legion.

A third stretcher was passing by, and she was going back with the stretcher team.

The fourth stretcher overtook her who had just turned around, and the blood-colored military uniform on the stretcher set off a pale and handsome unconscious face, making her stare at her suddenly, it was...... Maleonn?

Before she could come to her senses, the last stretcher passed by her side.

The brim was so low, so curly, so low that he couldn't even see his eyebrows.

His bronzed cheeks were lifeless, and the snow that had fallen on them had no time to melt, and the stretcher was dappled with snow, mottled with army ash, mottled with wet mud, and dappled with the dark red of death, covering him heavily.

She was momentarily distracted, forgetting to move forward, and watched the last stretcher hurrying forward, blurred among the fluttering white, but the dead face of the soldier was still in front of her.

He had never been so silent, even though he had been wounded, but he was an immortal devil, how could he be so silent? He was proud, selfish, how could he come back like this? Is this a return? Why do you feel that it is far away? Why is it so far away?

She finally couldn't see the distant mountains clearly, she couldn't see the lightness of the flight in front of her, she only felt that the sky and the earth were white, and finally felt cold, finally pale.

......

Boom Boom Boom ...... There was a sharp knock on the window.

"Sister Zhou, Sister Zhou, a seriously injured person has arrived!"

Zhou Wanping hurriedly dressed and tried to make her state jump out of her wistfulness: "Just come!

"Five. ”

"You hurry up and prepare the equipment, so that the little red platoon is injured. "I definitely can't eat breakfast, so I hurriedly grabbed the water cup on the table and drank it before going out.

"Little Red is already in the queue. The sunflower outside the window turned around and ran a few steps when she heard this, suddenly stopped and turned back and added: "Among them are Ma Liang and Company Commander Hu." ”

Smack - the water cup falls to the ground and smashes.

Bang - the door of the house was almost knocked open, it didn't care to close, it kept shaking, the white coat was buttoned in a panic during the run, running on the snow, facing the snow, Dr. Zhou couldn't notice the snow.

......

"How's the situation?" Before the curtain of the health team was opened, Zhou Wanping's voice arrived first.

"One can't do it! One needs to be amputated! Three unconscious ......" Xiaohong was by the side of five muddy stretchers, with the help of the hygienist, trying to tear the military uniforms of the wounded, quickly checking all the wounds, some people were lighting fires, some people were preparing instruments, and the room was in a hurry.

At first glance, I first found Hu Yi's dying face, but I didn't walk over, just took a deep look, and then stopped at the stretcher that Xiaohong pointed to, bent down and hurriedly checked, without looking up, and said: "The amputation is put last!"

Soon she straightened up, frowned deeply and shook her head: "Carry this away, it's too late!" Then she went straight to Hu Yi's stretcher, stretched out her hand and pushed aside the hygienist who was examining the wound to get started.

As the cold and sticky uniforms were peeled off, the bandages had been soaked in blood without a trace of white, and there were bandages everywhere, horizontally, vertically, wrapped, and bound...... Zhou Wanping really couldn't imagine how such a dense messy wound was caused, and her hands turned red in an instant when she removed the bandage, she stopped moving, and she couldn't remove it.

"Sister Zhou, Sister Zhou?" The hygienist next to her felt that Zhou Wanping's face was extremely bad.

"Don't tear it ......down! Can't get on the operating table. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, tilted her head, and rubbed the corner of her eye with her shoulder, as if wiping sweat, before turning resolutely to examine the next stretcher.

"That'...... Company Commander Hu ...... "The hygienist was at a loss and didn't understand why Dr. Zhou didn't give advice.

"First...... Let it go. She didn't have the courage to say the words to carry him away. He would have died on the operating table, he had lost too much blood, and here, he was so poor that he had no blood test equipment, so he had to die.

"Sister Zhou, I can operate now!" Sunflower's voice sounded sharply next door.

"Carry this in!" she said, patting the stretcher she was examining, and then looked back at the stretcher behind her, and got up with a pale face.

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