Not taking a prisoner is a soldier's last bit of backbone and belief.
The last bullet is not left for the enemy, but for themselves.
If, they said if, that moment really came, they would fire the glorious bullet and die with the enemy.
This is integrity, the most stubborn integrity of a soldier.
Lin Wanjun saw the three words "Glory Bullet" in the original plot.
For this purpose, she specifically searched Baidu to find out what the glorious bullet actually meant.
When she hugged Song Zhanjin just now, she felt the existence of this thing, so she reached out to confirm it, and sure enough, he also had this thing.
Song Zhanjin was still smiling foolishly, feeling a little guilty.
"What's a glory bullet? It's just an ordinary grenade. How can you go to war without weapons?"
He reached out to grab the grenade, but was pushed away by Lin Wanjun.
"How dare you lie to me?"
Lin Wanjun frowned, and Song Zhanjin became timid.
He smiled and said cautiously, "It's actually for self-defense. Of course, if it really comes to that, you could call it a glory bullet."
"If you force me to choose between being a prisoner and dying for my country..."
Having said that, Song Zhanjin put away his smile and his tone became serious.
"Then I choose the latter. I would rather die in battle than linger as a prisoner. This is the greatest disgrace for a soldier."
Tears welled up in Lin Wanjun's eyes, but she held back her tears.
"I want one too."
These words stunned Song Zhanjin, and he was unable to react for a moment.
"What? What do you want too?"
"I want the honorable bullet too. There have been cases of enemy forces raiding field hospitals before. If we are unfortunately surrounded, I will also choose to die with the enemy."
Lin Wanjun's tone was firm.
Before this, in that world, she always felt that she was afraid of death. She even wondered if she could withstand the test of death if war really came.
But now, she was sure that she could die for her country, and nothing was more important than her country.
"Stop it."
Song Zhanjin smiled and said, "Not to mention that such a thing will never happen again, even if it does happen, even if you are really surrounded, I will do my best to save you."
"You must stay alive and wait for me to rescue you."
He didn't dare to imagine the scene of Lin Wanjun's death. If she died, how would he live?
No matter how Song Zhanjin persuaded and begged, Lin Wanjun refused to return the glorious bullet to him.
"You know we're on the front lines. It's easy to get a grenade. Even if you don't give it to me, I can get it myself."
Lin Wanjun was so stubborn that Song Zhanjin was helpless.
"Compared to those grenades that have a very low safety factor and could explode at any time, I think yours is safer. What do you think?"
This made Song Zhanjin speechless.
Although it's bullshit, it's true and what he said is not wrong.
Song Zhanjin hesitated to speak, but finally compromised.
It’s better to give it to her. If she really encounters danger, this thing can be used for emergency self-defense.
So Song Zhanjin patiently taught Lin Wanjun the precautions on using grenades, and then opened the car door and got out together.
It is still more than ten kilometers away from the field hospital, but after passing that dangerous area, the rest of the journey will be relatively safe.
So everyone got on the bus and continued on the bumpy road.
At noon, we finally arrived at the field hospital.
The so-called field hospital is actually located in a relatively hidden valley. Dozens of field tents and several rows of temporary wooden houses constitute the hospital, which is responsible for saving lives and healing the wounded.
As soon as Lin Wanjun and others got off the car, a group of wounded soldiers were transported in from the front line. They were all seriously injured and their lives were hanging by a thread.
"Hurry, put your things down and save people!"
Following Zhao Yajun's loud shout, the medical team members who were originally sorting their things put down their items and rushed forward immediately.
Lin Wanjun and Gan Ping received a patient suffering from cardiac arrest.
Gan Ping was a little panicked. She did several rounds of cardiac compressions but to no avail, and there were no conditions to perform open-chest surgery immediately.
"I'll do it."
At the critical moment, Lin Wanjun rushed forward.
She picked up a bottle of iodine, poured half on her hands to disinfect them, and poured the other half on the injured person's heart to disinfect it.
Then, she picked up the scalpel and made a side incision to open the chest. Then, in front of Gan Ping's shocked eyes, she pressed directly on the heart with her hands.
The scene was so bloody that Lin Wanjun could even feel the warm blood and the fragile heart that began beating again as she pressed on it.
"Yes! It's breathing!"
Gan Ping kept paying attention to the wounded man's vital signs. As Lin Wanjun pressed again and again, the wounded man gradually resumed breathing.
"Hurry, get into the operating room immediately."
The injured person's life has only been saved temporarily. If surgery cannot be performed as soon as possible, the injured person will still die.
“But the operating rooms are full!”
Someone replied, "Since this morning, batches of wounded have been sent in, and all the doctors are on the operating table."
Not to mention that the operating rooms are overcrowded, there are not even enough instruments needed for surgery.
Gan Ping screamed in panic.
"But he'll die. If he doesn't have surgery right away, he won't last long."
But what can be done? The field hospital has limited manpower, and even nurses are forced to perform surgery!
Lin Wanjun was exceptionally calm at this moment.
While she asked Song Zhanjin and others to carry the injured to find an empty bed, she searched the space for the instruments needed for surgery.
Now, sterile environment and surgical procedures are no longer important.
In the face of life, any rules are pale and can be temporarily abandoned.
Only if you are alive are you qualified to enforce the regulations.
Song Xiu was very busy in the space.
He even took on the role of an instrument doctor, constantly helping Lin Wanjun pass tools.
So in Gan Ping's eyes, Lin Wanjun's bag was like a magical treasure chest. She kept taking out surgical instruments from it and performing the operation in an orderly manner.
Do you ask Lin Wanjun if she is afraid? Do you ask her if she is nervous?
Of course I'm scared, of course I'm nervous.
But at this moment, Lin Wanjun knew that fear and tension could not save the lives of the wounded.
They have fought and bled on the battlefield to defend their country. They have finally survived to this day and cannot be disappointed after seeing hope.
Behind them are families, parents eagerly awaiting the return of their sons, wives waiting for their husbands to come home, and children who have never seen their fathers...
Lin Wanjun overcame her fear and tried her best to save the lives of the wounded.
This was her original intention in traveling thousands of miles to come here. This was her duty as a doctor to save lives and heal the wounded.
I don’t know how long it took, but finally, the wound was sutured.
Lin Wanjun, covered in blood, tiredly lifted the curtain and saw several high-ranking leaders standing outside. One of them had a face full of pain, with tears flickering in his eyes.
"How is it? Is my son...alive?"
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