North of the Fly Pond, position 771.
The undead's offensive has been going on for more than ten days, and it has not stopped at all.
Several times, the undead broke through the fire blockade and rushed to the position, causing a large number of casualties.
Fortunately, the undead were finally repulsed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
In the field hospital, wounded can be seen everywhere.
The lightly wounded were bandaged a little, and returned to the front line with weapons and vodka.
As for the seriously injured, the nurses rudely pressed them on the hospital bed and forced them to recover.
But they wanted to fight. All their comrades were killed on the ground, and they were only seriously injured. How could they lie in the rear to cultivate.
The seriously wounded were screaming, and the entire field hospital was not quiet.
Sergey completed the amputation of a soldier, and walked out of the room in a white lab coat covered in blood, sighing: "Save it, which number is this?"
This is a self-answering question. From the outbreak of the war to the present, the undead once broke through the line of defense, and Sher has saved the lives of countless comrades from the god of death.
"crunch..."
At this time, the other operating room pushed away, and the young military doctor Pirogov shook his head with remorse, took a sip of vodka, and said with red eyes: "Ugh... I'm sorry, I couldn't save my life. you… "
After speaking, he fell to his knees on the ground, looked at the black clouds outside the window, and cried bitterly: "Wuwuwu, that undead is not human at all, they pulled out his skin.
Breaking his tendons one by one, woo woo woo…”
The undead are so cruel, after all, in their wars, that's how they fight.
Crying and crying, Pirogov stood up slowly, and finally poured half a bottle of vodka "dundantly", and then looked out the window with red eyes, as if he had made a decision.
Sergey frowned, obviously his "apprentice" is in a state that is not suitable for the work of treating the wounded.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, Pirogov slammed the vodka bottle in his hand on the windowsill.
The wine bottle shattered, and glass shards were all over Pirogov's body, and his cheeks and bare arms were scratched by the splashing glass slag.
The only remaining vodka in the bottle was spilled out by Pirogov's ferocious movements.
Pirogov slowly turned his head to look at Sergey, opened his mouth, and said in a very calm tone: "Sergey, I plan to go to the front."
Sergey widened his eyes and roared: "Are you crazy, you are a military doctor."
However, Pirogov smiled slightly, and threw the broken vodka bottle to the trash can next to it. The throwing accuracy was not high, and it did not go into the barrel.
"Military doctor
No, I'm just a veterinarian.
I may not be able to save people, but I believe I can kill the beasts of the undead. "
Pirogov was originally a veterinarian, and he joined the army because of the presence of orcs and half-orcs in the Lucian army.
But now, rather than staying in the field hospital at the rear, Pirogov is more willing to go to the front line, and fight with the undead with his comrades.
Sergey said solemnly: "Pirogov, you can't do this, your duty is to save people, not fight."
Pirogov said: "Killing the dead is also saving people.
What's more, I'm a veterinarian, can a veterinarian do things to save people? "
Then he turned around and walked out of the hospital.
Sergey was about to catch up and grab the guy.
But another seriously wounded person was transported next to him, and a soldier carrying a stretcher pleaded, "Doctor Sergey, save him!"
That should be his comrade, but Sergey looked at the seriously wounded soldier on the stretcher.
The lower body was completely gone, the intestines and stomach were exposed outside the body, and a lot of blood flowed out, and the entire army green stretcher was dyed red by this soldier.
Although the soldier was still breathing weakly, he occasionally coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.
Sergey knew that, in any case, the warrior would not survive.
However, as a military doctor, Sergey still has to fulfill his greatest responsibility as a military doctor.
He quickly greeted: "Go to the operating room quickly!
Nurse! Come and get the anaesthetic!
quick! To save him! ! "
Everyone started to get busy. When Sergey looked at Pirogov, Pirogov had disappeared.
Sergey twitched the beard at the corner of his mouth, spit out "Suka not listed", and immediately turned around and entered the operating room.
And Pirogov, took off his white coat stained with the blood of his comrades-in-arms, held it in his hand and kissed it lightly, then put it on the ground.
I don't know where I took out another bottle of vodka, opened the cork with a "boo" sound, and took a sip again.
Then he turned the bottle upside down, and took all the vodka and the dead and seriously wounded soldiers in white coats and took a gulp.
After drinking with his comrades, he threw the empty bottle aside.
He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
I took out the lighter, and it took a long time to "click", "click" and "click" before lighting the flame.
"Hu Lie Lie Lie..."
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
Quietly staring at the white coat on the ground, he threw down the lighter in his hand.
"call!"
The flame and vodka met, and they burned in an instant, engulfing the entire white coat in a blink of an eye.
Pirogov looked at the burning white coat through the hazy smoke, and said slowly: "Brothers, I will avenge your revenge for you, and I will fight side by side with you."
Huaxia's worship method has penetrated into the hearts of the four countries of the earth in the past 15 years, and it is also because everyone misses those compatriots who stay on the earth.
Pirogov wiped the tip of his nose, turned the burning cigarette upside down, stretched out his hand, and put his hand into the burning white lab coat, as if incense, endured the burning of the flame and inserted the cigarette.
He withdrew his burnt hand, wiped the right side of his wrist with both hands, pinched his index finger and thumb, glanced at it, and said, "Wait for me, brothers."
Pirogov went straight to the regiment headquarters and explained his purpose to the regiment commander.
Everyone in Pirogov's prestigious group knows no one knows it. After all, people who can spend the spring night with dead beasts are not ordinary people.
The head of the regiment was stunned: "Pirogov, you mean you want to be a fighter
But you are a doctor! "
Pirogov said, "A doctor who heals people
Sorry, I'm just a veterinarian.
And you look at my hands, I can't handle the knife anymore. "
His hand was burnt when he was paying homage to his comrade-in-arms just now, but the regiment commander didn't know what caused all this.
Pirogov's hands were burned, which means that now Pirogov can't move a scalpel.
It's impossible for Pirogov to take these burnt hands and hold a scalpel for treatment, right
If Pirogov's hand trembled because of the severe pain after the burn, causing the scalpel to cut the wrong way, wouldn't it be a big trouble.
The head of the regiment pondered for a long time and said slowly, "Can you hold a gun?"
Pirogov nodded: "It may not work for something as small as a scalpel, but guns, I'm fine."
The head of the regiment nodded: "Okay, I will assign you a team, and you will enter the front line tomorrow."
"No, Captain, I can go now."
Saying that, with trembling hands, he took out a dog tag from his pocket: "I'll go to this company, I'll go now."
The dog tag was taken from the comrade-in-arms that Pirogov finally rescued. Unfortunately, Pirogov failed to revive him, and half of his face was gnawed off by the undead.
Therefore, to avenge his comrade-in-arms, Pirogov chose the company that this soldier belonged to.
The head of the regiment glanced at the dog tag. The casualty rate of that company had reached 50%, and it was a company that was at the forefront.
But looking at Pirogov's determined eyes, the regiment commander sighed and nodded: "Okay, there are still a few minor wounded from that company in the regiment.
You went to get the equipment and joined them, and returned to the camp together. "
Pirogov held the dog tag and saluted: "Yes!"