Jiang Xiachu's heart was filled with despair and regret. He hated himself for having to watch helplessly. He had a lot of passion in his heart but was unable to help them.
If only she knew medicine.
The battlefield was in chaos. Jiang Xiachu walked among the crowd, looking on with a heavy face.
Suddenly, the scene in front of him changed. Jiang Xiachu frowned slightly when he saw the scene.
It seemed as if a battle had just been fought.
A familiar figure flashed across her sight, and her attention was suddenly drawn to him.
Jiang Xiachu frowned and strode towards the man.
Wei Zhao was half-kneeling on the ground beside a mound of earth, with a pile of crude medical instruments beside him. His eyes were focused, his brows were furrowed, and beads of sweat kept appearing on his forehead.
He did not bother to wipe the sweat off his face, his hands moved with exceptional skill. Now that he was on the battlefield and conditions were limited, he could only simply help the wounded treat their wounds, bandage them, and temporarily save their lives.
"Doctor Wei... Doctor Wei, I can't seem to go back... You go save others first..."
The seriously injured soldier in front of Wei Zhao was seriously injured. Now one of his eyes is bloody and can't even open. There are wounds on his body and legs.
He spoke in an exceptionally weak voice; he spoke feebly and stumblingly, and it took him a long time to finish a sentence.
When Wei Zhao heard his words, he paused for a moment, then continued to bandage the wound, and said in a deep voice: "Don't think about it. I'm here, so you won't lose your life for now. Live well, your daughter is waiting for you."
After saying that, Wei Zhao continued to bandage the wound on his leg.
After packing up, he quickly stood up, picked up his things, and walked towards the other wounded.
On the battlefield filled with smoke, every inch of air makes people feel extremely depressed and desperate.
"Jiang Lin, hold on!"
Jiang Xiachu was staring at Wei Zhao in a daze when he suddenly heard a heavy male voice.
This familiar name instantly attracted her attention. Jiang Xiachu turned her head sharply and looked in the direction where the voice came from.
Jiang Lin lay lifeless on the stretcher, his face pale without a trace of blood, his eyes tightly closed. The soldiers carrying the stretcher walked hurriedly and heavily.
There were also people shouting at him.
"Jiang Lin! Wake up!"
"You can't sleep here, hold on a little longer!"
Jiang Xiachu looked at Jiang Lin at this moment and couldn't help but recall the scene when she met him in the hospital that day.
Jiang Lin at that time was clearly a lively and sunny man, how come he has become so miserable now?
Jiang Xiachu couldn't help feeling heartbroken.
The military uniform he was wearing had already been thoroughly soaked in blood, and the olive green uniform had been dyed into a glaring dark red.
The bullet wounds were bloody and some had large areas of burns. When the blisters burst, pus and blood mixed together.
Just looking at it is terrifying.
Jiang Xiachu's eyes kept moving around the battlefield, her heartbeat accelerated rapidly, her eyes were bloodshot, and she was filled with fear and worry.
I only saw Wei Zhao and Jiang Lin, but not Lu Huaiyan and Pei Yunchen.
Nothing will happen to them, right?
Although it was just a dream, the reality of the dream made Jiang Xiachu terribly panicked. She ran on the battlefield as if possessed by a ghost, looking for the figure everywhere.
After not finding it for a long time, Jiang Xiachu did not give up and kept moving forward.
I don’t know how long we walked. Although it was still early, the sky seemed to be overcast as if to commemorate the martyrs.
The scene in front of him kept changing. Jiang Xiachu looked up and found that he had arrived at the military camp.
In the military camp, the atmosphere was so depressing that it made people feel breathless. The dim lights were swaying in the wind and seemed like they would go out at any time.
The soldiers gathered in the barracks and sat together, the lights illuminating their tired but still resolute faces.
They all held pens in their hands and had blank sheets of paper in front of them.
Someone held the pen but didn't write for a long time. His eyes were particularly empty. He sighed and muttered to himself in disappointment: "What's the point of writing this suicide note? I don't know how many letters I have sent home, but I have never received a reply. I'm afraid my family members think I'm dead..."
As the soldier spoke the last part, his voice trembled slightly.
While killing enemies on the battlefield where they could lose their lives at any time, they were never afraid and never shed tears.
But now when he talked about things at home, he couldn't help but redden his eyes. Under the flickering light, one could vaguely see tears flashing in his eyes.
After saying that, he threw the pen aside, tears welled up in his eyes, and he let out a long breath.
A comrade beside him heard him talking to himself, put down what he was holding, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and advised in a deep voice: "Brother, write it. No matter what, at least let your family know what we are doing."
His other comrades also nodded and echoed: "Yes, we are working hard for the country and the people. It is glorious."
"Yes, even if we die, we are still martyrs and heroes. It is not shameful to sacrifice ourselves for the country!"
When the soldier heard this, the tears he had just held back suddenly burst out again. He nodded, picked up the pen and started writing quickly.
For some people, tears gradually blur their vision as they write, and the tears drip onto the letter paper, smearing the ink.
Jiang Xiachu stood beside the crowd, watching this scene, feeling mixed emotions and heartache, her face already covered with tear marks.
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