C1300 field hospital (1/2)
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.