C1300 field hospital

Some people once said that old soldiers didn't die on the battlefield because veterans weren't afraid of death. These words carried a hint of religious predestination, as if everyone could retort a few words, but as long as one had personally experienced a real war, one would believe these words from the bottom of their heart, accept them, and agree with them.

If you are not afraid of death, you will not die! In the battlefield of the entire army and thousands of horses, the first to die was always the coward.

Nicholas was the faithful believer of this theory. He sat in the wounded barracks behind the base, bare-chested as he looked at the Chinese fortress which was rumbling with artillery fire. His eyes were extremely gloomy.

He did not understand why he would be at a disadvantage when facing that short man. What exactly was that ghost-like sword technique? How could a person be so flexible? Wasn't he affected by the gravity of the earth?

Nicholas could not accept this, his mind was already buried in the horn. Now that the military doctor was sewing on the wound on his back with thick needle and thread, he did not even know how painful it was.

The one-foot long wound went into the flesh, and the military doctor was shocked. The dense, white periosteum was exposed just like that, and blood flowed out from the wound like a waterfall. If the wound went in one centimeter more, all of the internal organs would be left in the open.

Based on the current level of the field hospital, once they saw any dirty things, they would definitely be infected. When that time came, even deities would not be able to save them.

"Nicholas!" You are a brave man! You didn't die from such a serious wound, God really loves you... "Bear with it, I don't have any more anesthetic left. Suture wounds will hurt a lot …"

Nicholas did not even respond to the doctor's words, as if he was born without pain. The thick stitch needle pierced his flesh, yet he did not even break his breathing.

"Anesthetic is something only cowards use. How can a Tsar's warrior be afraid of pain... Do you know what my reaction was when I met the grizzly bear in the mountains when I was sixteen? "I punched it twice as soon as I got there. Then, without any warning, I rushed up to it and beat it up!"

"Hahaha …" Do you know what happened next? That grizzly bear was actually beaten away by me … It originally wanted to go to the river, but it just found me. Before it could determine whether I am an enemy or not, I've already rushed up to save it! "

"My father told me that fear is the most useless thing in the world and that you should leave it to your enemies... "Charge up, and use the aura of death to intimidate the enemies, making them feel fear in their hearts, making them still have to flee in panic after being violently beaten up …"

"Rather than saying that the bear was shot by me, it would be more accurate to say that it was scared away by my aura. At that moment, Grizzly must have thought that I was a madman … Yes, in this world, only madmen are invincible! "

The medic took a few stitches, and as it turned out, Nicholas was not afraid of pain. His hands were steadier, and the conversation easier. What are they? "

Nicholas was silent for a moment. If he was a warrior, then what was the point of defeating one? He had been killed by someone from the White Blade Battlefield, and it was the White Blade Combat that he was most proud of.

The cannon's suppression continued in the distance, and the cannons exploded, emitting bursts of bright light. In that instant of light, Nicholas saw countless young soldiers gathering in the safety zone, waiting for the cannons to stop firing.

Just like the previous batch of students, if thousands of them charged forward, perhaps they would fail, but whether they were to stay on the stage or get knocked back, many of these young men would die or become crippled for life.

Looking again at the hell-like screams in the open-air hospital, the pig slaughtering screams could not even suppress the explosion of the cannons, the wounded soldiers covered in blood were brought in, the familiar comrades covered their wounds with their hands as they called for doctors.

There were military doctors and nurses running around everywhere, their clothes stained with fresh blood. Everyone's expression was twisted and hideous.

"Don't Saw Leg... Don't Saw Legs... "I want my legs …" Nicholas knew the young man. They had once had a drink and a fight in a dirty tavern.

The young warrior who was once fearless was now as terrified as a dying rabbit. He begged the squad leader, his comrades and the military doctor to keep his legs, he didn't want the last half of his generation to be crippled.

However, everything was in vain. The four or five brothers were crying so hard that their faces were filled with tears. They fiercely pressed him onto the operation table, and the steel saw in the hands of the military doctor mercilessly dropped down.

The sound of friction stunned the people around them. The wounded soldier let out an inaudible scream from his chest, causing Nicholas's heart to palpitate. The medic behind him also began to shake, and even his wound became crooked.

"Bro, please hold it a little longer …" "That's good, that's good. If you're crippled, we'll take care of you …" The Company Commander was crying, but he didn't realize that his subordinate, his brother, was shouting more and more.

"Success, I finally succeeded!" The doctor with the sawed leg shouted excitedly, "Hurry up and bandage this wound!"

His voice came to an abrupt stop as everyone realized that the injured soldier's face was ashen, and there were no signs of breathing.

"Sorry …" I've done my best! "He bled too much, we really have no way …"

"Bastard, didn't you say that you could live as long as you cut your leg? "You bastard …" The frenzied soldier rushed forward and threw a punch, but the military doctor didn't retaliate at all. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and heaved a long sigh.

"I have to go save the other soldiers... "If you guys are really angry, then spread your anger on the enemy. The one who killed him wasn't me, but the enemy on top of the mountain peak …"

Death was a common occurrence in this field hospital. The military doctors had seen many corpses and had also seen many crazy comrades. Being scolded or beaten was nothing rare. They silently saluted the corpses and the doctors continued to treat the other wounded soldiers, leaving behind a group of grieving soldiers.

Nicholas took a deep breath. To be able to coerce our brave Russian warriors into this... They were actually a group of madmen! He really didn't look like the Chinese in the intelligence reports! Didn't the Ambassador of the Beijing say that? "This people are just a bunch of sheep. As long as they put a few cannons on their doorstep, they would be scared to the point of wetting their pants. But why is everything in front of them wrong?"

At that moment, the gunfire in front of him suddenly stopped, followed by waves of shouts and shouts, followed by a wave of reinforcements. The doctor behind Nicholas stitched up the last needle, and then began to wrap it in layers of gauze.

"Alright, there shouldn't be any problems with your wound. Next week we'll see if you have any inflammation … "Enough, don't stay here and take up space …"

The military doctor looked up at the fighting crowd and sighed, "God bless them, these poor lads..." "I wonder how many wounded soldiers will be brought over in a while. I wonder how many will die …"

"Tonight, the Gates of Hell are open. Demon King Satan has personally come to take them in …"