"What's wrong?" Mori's heart was beating like thunder.
"There is too much blood loss, and there is really nothing we can do." One of the attending doctors shook his head regretfully.
At the same time, Mike rushed over with the help of several nurses. His shoulders were bandaged with heavy gauze. But even so, his face was still very pale.
Mike, who has a broken arm, wants to regain his strength. It is difficult to achieve within a year and a half.
"Damn it!" Mike heard this and punched the wall.
In the operating room, the American soldier who failed to save him was none other than Wells! Colonel Mike's adjutant and brother!
During the siege of the base headquarters, Wells' right leg was blown off. Although emergency hemostasis and bandaging were done, after being sent to the hospital, the golden time for treatment was missed and he died on the operating table...
Xiao Zheng held down Mike who was out of control and said in a deep voice: "Mike, calm down!"
"Some people are destined to die in war! But we won this battle!"
"Do you think Wells will regret it? He won't!"
"If he was given a chance to come back, he would still join the anti-terrorism team without hesitation!"
Xiao Zheng's words of comfort aroused the awe of the doctors and nurses present.
Is this a soldier
Are these the soldiers who helped them eliminate the terrorists
Several nurses shed tears. Choking out a sob.
A full day of treatment. Most of the injured who were sent to this hospital successfully escaped from danger. But the three fighters, including Wells, still couldn't make it through. Died on the operating table.
For a time, the entire hospital was cast in a thick haze. Suffocating.
In the ward.
Xiao Zheng was accompanying Mike, who was a little out of control. He lit a cigarette and said with relief: "Don't think too much. It's all over. The most important thing for us right now is to bring the living soldiers home."
Mike's face was extremely gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I killed them! I killed Wells!"
When Xiao Zheng heard this, a trace of bitterness appeared on his face. No words.
"If I had made up my mind from the beginning, they would not have been injured, let alone sacrificed!" Colonel Mike trembled: "It's all my fault!"
His arm was also blown off by the Boy Scouts.
But that's not why he's angry!
The death toll of the US military was nearly 150, twice that of the Chinese army. As Mike said, if he were more ferocious and not bound by morality, the death toll of the US military could definitely be controlled to less than one hundred people.
This is why Mike is upset and angry!
Xiao Zheng did not speak. Or—he didn’t know how to persuade Mike.
All troops face the same problem, including the Chinese Army.
They knew very well that once they decided not to kill the Boy Scouts, they were destined to cause greater casualties. But all the team leaders and counter-terrorism fighters reached a tacit understanding silently.
Because they are warriors!
Not an executioner!
How do they extend the scythe of death to the Scouts
If it weren't for this heinous group of boy scouts, they would attack the anti-terrorist fighters at the last minute. Neither the Chinese Army nor the US military will embarrass these brainwashed boy scouts.
Xiao was finishing a cigarette, knowing that Mike needed time to digest. I won't bother him anymore. Under the cover of night, we returned to the base.
Cremation is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.
Because each unit needs a detailed death list. The workload of cremating 500 people is indeed not small. So General Hill asked Xiao Zheng to return to the base in advance. He will personally supervise this aspect.
"How about it?"
As soon as Xiao Zheng entered the base, hundreds of soldiers surrounded him. Most of them are Chinese troops. Bai En also led a group of Russian soldiers towards him.
"Three brothers failed to rescue us," Xiao Zheng said with a solemn expression. "The other soldiers are out of danger."
This is good news for the soldiers who have been waiting for a long time. But no one was happy.
Because in the hospital and on the second battlefield, three more soldiers died...
The soldiers were silent. Instead, Bai En shouted: "Don't cry so sadly! This is not bad news!"
After that, he strode back to the dormitory. They did not ask in detail which army the three soldiers who died were from.
For today's soldiers, no matter which country they come from, they are comrades who live and die together. Where are the so-called national boundaries
This is the battlefield, this is the soldier.
After returning to the dormitory, Jiang Qing reported to Xiao Zhenghui: "The soldiers had dinner and went back to the dormitory to rest. However, when I was patrolling, I saw some soldiers crying-"
"Normal scene." Xiao Zheng lit a cigarette and pursed his lips. "As long as you can control your emotions, it's not a big problem."
After a pause, Xiao Zheng continued: "But after returning to China, psychologists must be arranged to provide psychological counseling to every soldier participating in the war. If the root cause of the disease is found, permanent trauma will be formed in the future."
"Yes, I know." Jiang Qing nodded and saw that Xiao Zheng was smoking again and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she reached out to him and asked for one.
Xiao Zheng didn't refuse, handed her a cigarette, and helped her light it.
This time Jiang Qing didn't cough, but he still couldn't smoke. He just let the smoke swirl in his mouth and spit it out.
"How is it?" Xiao Zheng took a deep breath from the cigarette and asked in a calm tone.
"Huh?" Jiang Qing raised his eyes slightly. A strange color flashed across her beautiful face.
"Is it okay?" Xiao Zheng asked.
"It's okay." Jiang Qing shook her head.
fine
How could it be okay
Dozens of brothers died overnight. There are still many soldiers lying in the hospital. No matter how strong Jiang Qing's mind is, it's impossible for him to be completely fine.
Xiao Zheng puffed out a puff of smoke: "If you have nothing to do, go to bed early. Tomorrow morning, we have to see the brothers off for the last time." After a brief pause, Xiao Zheng continued. "Each team just needs to bring a few people. If there are too many people, things can easily go wrong."
"Yeah. I know." Jiang Qing nodded.
After two puffs, she put out the cigarette.
She discovered that the mood at the moment could not be relieved by cigarettes.
"Good night." Xiao Zheng also put out his cigarette. Get up and get ready to go out.
"Xiao Zheng." Jiang Qing suddenly shouted.
"Huh?" Xiao Zheng turned around and glanced at Jiang Qing curiously.
"If you had it to do over again, what would you choose?" Jiang Qing asked with a complicated expression.
When Xiao Zheng heard this, he smiled bitterly.
This question may bother everyone. Including Xiao Zheng.
As for the answer—while at the hospital, Mike gave it. But what about really letting him choose again
"It's all over." Xiao Zheng said with a heavy heart while trying to relax. "Good night."
Click.
The moment Xiao Zheng closed the door, tears fell from Jiang Qing's eyes.
Xiao Zheng has no answer.
Neither did she.
Maybe someone like Mike will have an answer.
But some things are easier said than done, aren't they