A man with a cold, dark face, whose expression looked more like a dead man than a living one, walked over.
"He's beyond saving. Let him die. Now's the time for him to write his last words."
Abraham Duchar, a second-class medic, gave a death sentence to one of the wounded.
"Can we transport him to a field hospital?"
"It's too late. He's lost too much blood, and his face is already pale. There's no blood transfusion equipment here."
"..."
Abraham looked to the other side. At the foot of the low slope of the forest, the daytime bombardment had ended. The enemy and our forces had reached a tacit understanding and began to reduce the frequency and intensity of their attacks. They were preparing for battle, and a large number of trenches were being dug. The wounded were being sent to the makeshift medical centers inside the trenches.
He was healed by Abraham.
He looked at the wounded soldiers, some dead, some alive, and some on the verge of death, and lit a cigarette.
Su Yue was bandaged all over, and he stared in astonishment at the familiar face not far away.
A small mustache...
A man, colder and more dangerous than he remembered, was moving quickly.
"You know him?"
Henry looked puzzled.
Su Yue said, "Is his name Abraham?!"
"Don't get agitated, the wound has reopened."
Henry quickly gestured for Su Yue to lie down, but Su Yue excitedly exclaimed, "Abraham, Abraham!"
"He is our military doctor."
"There are many medics on the front lines, but very few who can be called military doctors," Henry said, recounting intelligence related to Abraham.
"A military doctor??"
"Yeah, I heard this guy is quite famous in the field hospital. I didn't expect to see him here."
"..."
Henry said, "This guy is rumored to be able to sentence soldiers to death on the spot. He says that 99% of those who can be cured can be cured, and those who can't be cured, he won't even treat them and will just let them die. He claims that would be a waste of medical supplies because resources on the front lines are limited, and General Lillard trusts him a lot."
"Is he the head of the makeshift field hospital?"
"Half, I guess. He doesn't get involved."
"..."
Su Yue asked, "What level of injury do I have right now?"
"Minor injuries are those that don't involve the bone or joints and don't cause basic functional impairment... Yours just covers a larger area."
"Grass!!"
Su Yue swore, and Henry laughed, "Look at you, you seem to be in pretty good spirits."
"But it hurts."
He watched Abraham's retreating figure, utterly bewildered as to why he had encountered him, especially on the same battlefield. Shortly after, the curtain of the rear medical ward was lifted.
Gregory asked, "My lord, are you injured?"
"..."
In the Turin world, Su Yue was basically immune to injury. If he were to get injured, he could simply ask the archangel Europa for help. He had originally envisioned Europa becoming a beautiful female field doctor in a field hospital.
Unexpectedly, the first person they encountered was Abraham.
Gregory said, "It seems your strength hasn't recovered yet?"
"..."
Su Yue said in a low voice, "How can I regain my strength? Look at my miserable state now, do I look like I have any power?" He used to be arrogant and domineering, but after being injured, all his arrogance and strength disappeared.
He told Gregory about his situation, from becoming an architect to traveling to this world 700 years in the future, the City in the Clouds.
Gregory listened quietly and said, "I have lived here for many years."
"What exactly is the situation?"
"A plane of existence."
"What?"
Gregory said, "This place is like a prison, where unknown and absurd things are always happening. I found that the entire outer area of this world is shrouded in layers of gray fog, and there is nothing else beneath Cloud City."
"Can we leave?"
Su Yue stared at Gregory in shock. This was the only "normal person" he had ever met in this world, perhaps even his guide.
Even if he couldn't return to the world of Turin, he longed to return to reality...
Gregory: "I'm afraid it will be very difficult."
"Disaster?"
Gregory said, "Every war lasts about two years, and after about two and a half years, the tide will begin to turn. You may have to survive for those two and a half years..."
"???"
Su Yue asked, "What about your attributes? Can you still transform into a Zerg Lord?"
Gregory: "What Zerg Lord?"
"?????do not you remember??"
Gregory said, “My lord, after you ruled this world 700 years ago, everyone scattered.”
"What?"
He rose and bowed respectfully to Su Yue...
The night seemed to swallow the moon and the starry sky, the misty downpour turned into a drizzle, the distant forest continued to collapse, and the roar of tanks and artillery shells kept appearing in the night. Su Yue fell into a deep sleep.
In a world illuminated by the moon.
On the second and third days, the offensive continued for half a month. People died every day, and the field hospital was overflowing with people. He returned to the battlefield on the fifteenth day after his injuries worsened.
At Sergeant Major Fisher's request, his 14-day leave was extended by one day; at the same time, Fisher was demoted for disobeying orders.
"attack!!"
With artillery fire and smoke filling his vision, Su Yue watched as a small squad attempted to quickly bypass the flank and launch an attack on their right flank, but they kept falling to the ground and dying.
Life is like a flower that withers very easily; it crystallizes and then dies the moment it encounters a cold snap.
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"Protect the wounded!!"
"Immediately lead the wounded to a safe location."
Abraham roared as the number of soldiers around him dwindled, while the number of enemy troops in Duval's army—those in grey uniforms and helmets—grew ever larger.
"Lieutenant, you should leave now."
"I know."
He walked toward the makeshift field hospital tent, cocked a Maknan revolver, and raised his right arm to aim at the enemy troops in Duval who had just climbed up the hillside.
"Sir, you've gone the wrong way."
Abraham ignored the voices of the soldiers around him...
"Bang! Bang!"
Enemy troops swarmed over the mountains and plains. Many of the defeated soldiers abandoned their rifles and were forced to become prisoners of war. They had run out of ammunition, and the wooden ammunition boxes were now empty except for straw.
Shell casings were scattered in the trenches, trampled deep by the footprints of enemy soldiers, whose legs were pulled out of the mud as they slowly but surely advanced.
The trenches were under control, and the situation began to deteriorate, evolving and developing in a way that was unfavorable to them.
A large number of medics from the field hospital were captured, and wounded soldiers who could not be transferred in time were taken prisoner.
The 78mm howitzer's wheels were stuck in the mud, the rivets on them gleaming silver, many of them covered in silt. A soldier was pierced through the chest by the cold glint of a bayonet, and collapsed against the enemy's steel gun, dying instantly.
"puff!!"
Abraham drew his sword, dodged the enemy's assassination attempt, and killed him with a single blow.
Reaching the location indicated on the documents and telegrams, he pulled a grenade from his left pocket, pinned it, glanced at the documents and the field hospital's radio, and left the tent with his head bowed.
"boom!!"
The radio, documents, and table were all shattered in the explosion; the papers burst into flames, and the tent was engulfed in flames. Abraham's face remained cold and indifferent, seemingly unmoved by it all.
Large numbers of Duval soldiers appeared all over the mountains and fields, seemingly omnipresent, and every step one took would plunge one into the swamp.
He hid in the trench.
They didn't even replace them with enemy soldiers from Duval.
"puff……"
His movements were elegant and composed, as if even such a dangerous battlefield was not worth his hasty retreat. In the trenches, Abraham began his withdrawal, and in each trench he passed, he saw a large number of dead bodies with their heads tilted to the side. The vast majority of the dead had their heads tilted, because for them, there was no room for decorum now.
Some of the dead had their heads lying between their legs, their bodies severed, and darkness was reflected in Abraham's cold eyes.
Seven or eight Duval soldiers were talking in an unintelligible Duval language when they saw Abraham and pounced on him the instant they saw him.
Intestines spilled out of his abdomen, blood splattering everywhere. Abraham, pale-faced, clutched his stomach. As a doctor, he had extensive experience and skills, and quickly treated the wound to stop the bleeding, only to find that his strength was almost completely exhausted.
"Damn it..."
There are no mountain bikes here, and no other vehicles...
If you only rely on your legs...
He watched as soldiers climbed over the mountains in the distance, making their arduous journey. Every now and then, friendly soldiers were executed or captured. He felt like a target on the battlefield, or like a ghost.
He must not stop until he has located the main force.
Because once we stop, it will be the moment of death and capture.
Slaughter, march... Abraham couldn't remember how many trenches he had crossed or how many kilometers he had retreated. His consciousness gradually began to blur... The revolver in his hand was nowhere to be found. For a soldier, losing a weapon is an extremely serious situation, but his pistol was out of ammunition.
It's just a toy now.
The infantryman's rifle was too heavy, so he leaned on it, gazing at the distant position...
Three Duval soldiers pounced on Abraham like demons spotting antelope prey... In the past, he would have disregarded them, even believing they couldn't possibly stop him.
However, extreme fatigue, weariness, loss of ammunition and weapons, and massive blood loss have taken their toll on him, making him no longer the elite soldier he once was.
"..."
His gaze remained sharp and cold, but the ambiguity and haziness within it made the three Duval soldiers laugh.
"An officer!! He's the enemy commander."
“We’ve made a fortune, and he still has to wear a knife at his waist.”
“Catch them, and we’ll get a reward when we get back. I already know how the adults should reward us.” Duval couldn’t understand Abraham at all, but he roughly guessed the meaning in the other’s bright eyes: they thought they were a big fish, and they were the fishermen who caught the big fish.
"..."
He was preparing to commit suicide.
At this moment.
"Bang bang bang!!"
Two soldiers fell, and a figure leaped up, tackling the soldier to the ground from the nearby woods. What followed was a fierce struggle of rifles, bayonets, and daggers. The two men, like wild beasts, tore at each other's ears and necks, their teeth and eyes filled with hatred for one another.
"Abraham!!!"
"!!"
With the steel gun at his feet, Su Yue was completely exhausted.
Abraham trembled and staggered forward.
He fell down uncontrollably in front of him.
The Duval soldiers were in higher spirits, while the wounded engineer named Su Yue, whom he knew and even had a special feeling for, dragged his injured body and seemed to have reached the end of his road.
"Bang!!"
Just as Su Yue was being pinned down by Duval's soldiers, Gregory's figure emerged from the dark forest behind him.
The gunfire ceased, and the enemy's corpses fell to the ground.
He helped Su Yue up, and without even glancing at Abraham, he prepared to leave.
To everyone's surprise, Su Yue said, "Take him with you!!"
"My lord, this is not in accordance with the current situation!!"
Su Yue said, "Take him with us, he can't die."
"Corporal, execute the order!!!"
"Yes, sir."
Abraham's vision blurred as he stared at Su Yue, unable to understand why he was so determined to save him. Was it simply because Su Yue was an officer and a doctor? His eyes went black, and he collapsed beside the rifle.
Mud and silt, along with insects and centipedes, covered his face and burrowed into his thick hair, but no one paid attention to these details.
On the battlefield, staying alive is the only thing they need to do.
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