男人的天堂亚洲国产AV

"Yes!" replied Shulka, "that's what they call me, but that's not the point! The point is that you have to face it, isn't it? It's another war, comrade! Between you and the pain." war!"

  The wounded man nodded, then took over from Watga and raised his head, and drank half of the bottle of wine in a "gudong gudong".

   Then the wounded 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 and bit it.

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

   Heartbreaking screams, blood flowing, tears of pain.

Shulka tightly pressed the wounded man's waist, feeling the trembling that should have been caused by severe pain, and the itchy "keke" sound when the other end of the saw saw the bone... As a result, the wounded man's mouth He didn't call out with a towel stuffed inside, but Shulka called out for him.

   This cry is involuntary and involuntary, just like the saw was sawing on himself instead of the wounded.

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

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, and this kind of tragedy on the battlefield often happens in an instant and ends soon , such as a shell, a few rounds of bullets.

If we use the metaphor of eating Coptis chinensis, the battlefield is to swallow Coptis chinensis in an instant, while the amputation in the hospital... is to swallow Coptis chinensis, feel it slowly melt in the mouth, and the bitter taste gradually spreads and spreads, and then erodes every part of the body. The taste buds cannot be avoided.

   "You can go now, Comrade Shulka!" said Anatole.

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

  Shuerka 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 profusely.

   "Comrade Shulka!" Andriusa rushed over at this moment. She noticed the blood stains on Shulka's body, and looked at the operating room again, as if she understood something.

   "We should go back!" Andreusa said with some dissatisfaction in her eyes, "Doctor Anatoly shouldn't have asked you to do this!"

   "No, Comrade Andryusha!" Shulka said: "Anatole was right, I should have done it!"

  Backing back to the ward, Andreusha first untied the gauze and checked Shulka's wound. Because of the force just now, the wound re-opened.

  Andreusha didn't say anything, just washed Shulka quietly and then bandaged it again.

   After a while, Doctor Anatoly came. He shook his head at Shulka and asked, "How is it? There's nothing wrong with it!"

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

"No, you did a good job!" Anatole replied, "Especially the part where you persuaded him, I feel your courage...in fact, everyone! I mean, just now, assisting My nurse also said something!"

After a pause, Dr. Anatole took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Shulka. At the same time, he lit it for himself, and then said, "Do you know what she said? She said that until today, she didn't know about the front line." What about the courage of the soldiers to fight the enemy!"

   "Does it matter?" Shulka was a little puzzled, as the operation and combat just now seemed irrelevant.

"Of course it has something to do with it!" Dr. Anatoly said, "You, and the wounded, you showed them just now... 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, as the wounded man would have preferred to die than lose his leg at first.

In the next few days, Shulka would help out in the hospital from time to time. The task Anatoly gave to Shulka was to comfort the wounded when they had a major operation, or go to the intensive care unit to encourage them to face themselves. new life.

   There, Shulka saw the amputee again. He was recovering well, but he was too weak to sit up.

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

   "No, I just... say a few words!"

"Yes!" Xie Liaojia 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, Shure Comrade Ka!"

  Shuerka was secretly ashamed, he didn't even dare to meet Xie Liaojia's eyes... If Shuerka encountered such a situation, he didn't know if he could face it bravely.

  Of course, Shulka would not say that. These wounded need a kind of belief to support them to survive.

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

  Anything can happen on the battlefield.

  This day the car brought a very special wounded man... He was carefully carried on a stretcher and lifted out of the car.

   "Comrade Shulka!" Anatoly yelled at Shulka, who was talking to the wounded: "We need you to look at this..."

  Shuerka didn't know why they were so nervous at first, thinking that they would still comfort the wounded who needed to give up their hands or feet as before.

   But when he rushed to the operating room, he couldn't help being stunned. A mortar shell was inserted obliquely into a soldier's back.

Yes, Shulka read it right, the shell did not explode for some reason, and the wounded was still alive, but his face was black with pain and he was sweating coldly... The shell penetrated the military uniform, exhausted its kinetic energy after entering the body, and then the warhead shot Trapped in the body, the stabilizer fins of the shell remain outside the body.

   "We don't know about shells!" Anatoly said, "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 didn't explode may be because the fuze failed, or there was a bad connection somewhere. Just a slight bump on it At once…"

   Then Dr. Anatoly understood.

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

  Shuerka did not refuse the request, because he knew that staying there would do nothing.

  In the eyes of others, Shulka may be a hero, but Shulka will not put himself in meaningless danger because of being a "hero".

  (end of this chapter)