"Are you a 'breakout hero'?" the wounded man asked.

"Yes!" Shulka replied: "That's what they call me, but that's not the point! The point is that you have to face it bravely, isn't it? This is another war, comrade! What stands between you and the pain

war!"

The wounded man nodded, then took the water, raised his head, and drank half the bottle of wine.

Then the wounded man threw the bottle aside and shouted: "Come on, I'm ready!"

The nurse handed the wounded a towel, and the wounded took it and stuffed it in his mouth to bite.

At this time Shulka saw something that horrified him. Doctor Anatoly took out a small saw and pointed it at the wounded man's thigh...

Heartbreaking screams, flowing blood, and painful tears.

Shurka pressed the wounded man's waist tightly, feeling his trembling in severe pain, and the bone-itching "kick" sound made by the saw at the other end when it cut into the bone... As a result, the wounded man died because of

He didn't cry out with the towel stuffed in his mouth, but Shulka helped him cry out.

This kind of shouting is unconscious and uncontrollable, just like the saw is cutting on myself instead of the wounded.

Then, after an unknown amount of time, Anatole finally removed the wounded man's leg and further treated his wound.

This kind of horror is not the same as facing life and death on the battlefield... On the battlefield, people often think about killing the enemy and saving their lives, so they ignore other things. Moreover, such tragic situations on the battlefield often happen instantly and quickly.

The end, such as one cannonball or several rounds of bullets.

If we use the metaphor of eating coptis, the battlefield means swallowing coptis instantly, while the amputee in the hospital... is holding the coptis in his mouth, feeling it slowly melting in the mouth, the bitter taste gradually dissipates, spreads, and then erodes every moment.

One taste bud cannot be avoided.

"You can leave, Comrade Shulka!" Anatoly said.

Because at this time the wounded had already fallen into shock due to pain.

Shulka nodded and walked out of the operating room, feeling that the whole world was a little different.

A gust of cool wind blew, and Shulka realized that he was sweating.

"Comrade Shulka!" Andreusa rushed over at this time. She noticed the blood stains on Shulka's body, looked at the operating room again, and seemed to understand something.

"We should go back!" Andryusha said with some dissatisfaction in her eyes, "Doctor Anatoly shouldn't let you do this!"

"No, Comrade Andryusha!" Shulka said: "Anatole is right, I should do this!"

Back in the ward, Andryusa first untied the gauze and checked Shulka's wound. The wound reopened due to the force just now.

Andryusa didn't say anything, she just quietly cleaned Shulka and re-bandaged it.

After a while, Dr. Anatoly came. He raised his head to Shulka and asked: "How is it? There is no problem!"

"I'm fine, doctor!" Shulka was a little embarrassed: "I made you laugh just now..."

"No, you did a good job!" Anatole replied: "Especially the part where you convinced him, I felt your courage...In fact, it was everyone! I mean, just now,

The nurse who assisted me also said something!”

After a pause, Dr. Anatoly took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Shulka, lit it for himself at the same time, and then continued: "Do you know what she said? She said that she didn't know about the frontline until today.

What is the courage of the soldiers in fighting the enemy!"

"Does this matter?" Shulka was a little confused. The surgery just now seemed unrelated to the battle.

"Of course it does matter!" Doctor Anatoly said: "You, and the wounded, you just showed them... I can even say that facing the loss of your own leg may be much more difficult than facing the enemy.

!”

Shulka nodded in agreement, just as the wounded man initially preferred death to losing his leg.

In the next few days, Shulka helped in the hospital from time to time. Anatoly's task for Shulka was to comfort the wounded during major operations, or to take a walk in the intensive care unit to encourage them to face themselves.

new life.

There, Shulka saw the injured man who had amputated his leg again. He was recovering well, but he was a little weak and could not sit up.

"My name is Xie Luojia, Comrade Shulka!" The wounded man looked at Shulka gratefully: "Thank you for saving me!"

"No, I'm just...saying a few words!"

"Yes!" Xie Liajia replied: "But these words are very important to me, because I know you must do this when you face enemies and pain! You are our role model, Shuer

Comrade Ka!”

Shulka was secretly ashamed. He didn't even dare to face Xie Liuga's eyes... If Shulka encountered this kind of situation, he didn't know if he could face it bravely.

Of course, Shulka would not say that. These wounded people need a belief to support their survival.

"Others will do the same, Comrade Seyoga!" Shulka said: "Don't give up, you will be strong and find your place!"

Anything can happen on the battlefield.

That day, the car brought a very special wounded person... He was carefully put on a stretcher and taken out of the car.

"Comrade Shulka!" Anatoly shouted to Shulka, who was talking to the wounded: "We need you to come and see this..."

Shurka didn't know why they were so nervous at first, and thought he would comfort the wounded who needed to give up their hands or feet as before.

But when he rushed to the operating room, he was stunned when a mortar shell pierced the back of a soldier.

Yes, Shulka read it right. The shell didn't explode for some reason, but the wounded were still alive, but their faces were black with pain and they were sweating... The shell penetrated the military uniform, exhausted its kinetic energy after entering the body, and then the warhead

One section remains inside the body, and some of the stabilizing fins of the cannonball remain outside the body.

"We don't understand the shell!" said Anatoly. "I wonder... will it explode when we take it out?"

"I don't know, doctor!" Shulka replied: "In fact, it should have exploded a long time ago. The reason why it did not explode may be because the fuse failed, or there was a poor contact somewhere. Just a slight bump on it

At once……"

Then Dr. Anatole understood.

"It's time for you to get out of here, Comrade Shulka!" said Dr. Anatoly.

Shulka did not refuse this request because he knew that staying there would not make any difference.
Chapter completed!