One Thousand Six Hundred and Forty-Three Such a Group of People

When the wounded was pushed out of the operating room, several nurses and doctors who pushed the hospital bed were startled.

None of them expected that the moment their comrade-in-arms survived the successful operation and seemed to save his life, the young soldier who had threatened the doctor fiercely just now knelt down for several medical staff...

Everyone managed to pull him up from the ground, but he was already crying with snot and tears, as happy as if he had been rescued.

The doctors really didn't have time to comfort him, and in the end they could only let him stay with the bandaged, mummy-like comrade-in-arms in the huge hall full of wounded.

There are hospital beds everywhere, nurses who patrol the beds, and fellow bosses of the wounded.

The whole hall was very busy, and no one cared about the young soldier sitting on the edge of the hospital bed with his knees hugged.

The second lieutenant who came with him has already gone back, and he was asked to stay here to take care of his comrades before leaving. There is no way, the front line is urgent, and it is a great care to keep a soldier here.

Although the entire hall was busy, it was filled with a depressing atmosphere. The air was filled with the smell of blood and disinfectant, and every breath made people feel very uncomfortable.

No one spoke loudly, there was no deafening cannon fire, and even groans of pain were cautious.

Finally, after a long silence, the young soldier, who couldn't bear the atmosphere, leaned on his comrade's bed and softly hummed a song he was familiar with: "Our Alan Hill will conquer the whole world." world!"

This is the battle song belonging to the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire, the battle song they used to sing all the way into Alanticus.

Back then, this battle song resounded through the sky, and the grenadiers of the Elland Hill Empire, while humming it, won victory after victory.

He hummed very seriously, and seemed afraid of disturbing the wounded lying on the hospital bed, so he suppressed his voice, but tried his best to utter every word very clearly: "The great emperor of the empire rules everything! "

Although his voice was not very loud, in this fairly quiet environment, it did linger in the entire hall and echoed in everyone's ears.

A wounded man opened his eyes. He was still frowning irritably, but when he looked at the young soldier who was singing, he opened his mouth but did not yell.

Another wounded man sat up, he looked curiously at the young soldier who was singing in the distance,

I don't know what to think.

The singing echoed in the hall. A wounded man whose left eye was injured, half of his face was covered by bandages, and the wound could even be seen from the edge of the gauze, grinned amidst the singing.

Beside him, another wounded man stroked the crutch hanging beside his bed, and finally hummed the familiar melody.

Ever since, the singing voice of one person has become the voice of two people. The voice continued to echo in the hall, as if with an indescribable magic power: "The hymn of love will resound from every corner!"

"Here comes the Ellandhill eagle!" The wounded man with his arms hanging on his chest leaned against the wall, and sang his favorite line.

He had been here for many days, and his arm was injured. Although it was not a fatal injury, it still prevented him from returning to the battlefield and fighting side by side with those comrades he was familiar with.

This made him so depressed that he rarely even spoke here. The surrounding nurses, doctors and even other wounded people thought he was a taciturn person who was difficult to get along with.

But now, he opened his mouth wide, and sang earnestly with his hoarse and charming voice: "Our Alan Hill will conquer the whole world!"

The young soldier with blood on his face was stunned for a moment, but his singing didn't stop. Because there are other people singing, it seems to be singing louder.

The young soldier watched in a daze as one after another the wounded joined the humming team, everyone was serious and pious.

At this moment, he seemed to be back in his team, listening to those comrades sitting around holding weapons, singing happily.

"Every enemy shall bow at our feet,

His Majesty Chris will reign supreme!

From every corner there will be voices singing his praises! "

In the corridor, a guard of a field hospital stood there with his hands behind his back and his chin raised, ignoring the singing of the wounded.

A nurse frowned, and said to the guard who seemed to have temporarily lost his hearing: "The wounded need to rest! What are you doing here?"

"It's okay? Occasionally... it should be nothing." The guard looked in the other direction, muttered, and chose to ignore the nurse's question.

The nurse glared at the guards, then looked at the more and more wounded who joined the chorus, and finally, holding the case that the doctor needed, she quickly left this place full of wounded, who were still lifeless just now, but now they are full of life place.

While singing, a wounded man stood on his hospital bed, waving his arms, as impassioned as a musician conducting his own orchestra.

His voice suddenly rose, as if he no longer cared about the resting wounded: "The Eagle Hill Eagle is here!"

And those wounded who were awakened by his singing, from the initial displeasure, became dazed, and finally became excited again, and joined the singing team one after another.

Their voices also became high-pitched, unscrupulous, unscrupulous, firm and majestic: "Shoulder to shoulder, brave soldiers!"

The soldiers who could stand had already stood up, some were holding on to crutches, and some even needed others to support them.

But as long as they can stand up, they all choose to stand up. They nodded to each other, encouraged each other, and finally sang loudly together: "Together we defeat the enemy!"

Finally, a nurse hurried out of the hall to report the situation to the doctor on duty.

Behind her, the soldiers who lost their arms, eyes, legs, and even their lower bodies were still singing loudly: "You should bow down to us! Look up to the most powerful country in the world! The soldiers of the empire stand On the mountain! We have conquered the world!"

When several doctors came back here, the singing was still going on, and the whole hall was filled with passionate melody. I don't know where the soldiers found a harmonica, and even started accompaniment with this harmonica.

"Everyone should look up!

Look up to the most powerful country in the world!

Love Lan Hill!

Great Elan Hill! "

Seeing these young people singing happily, the leading doctor breathed a sigh of relief, put his hands in his pockets again, and said, "It sounds nice."

"This will delay their recovery. If they don't have a good rest, it's easy..." A doctor wearing glasses questioned with dissatisfaction.

"Long live!" At this time, the soldiers finally sang the last part of the song, shouting the last line in unison.

"Forget it." Looking at the soldiers who seemed to have regained their souls, the leading doctor interrupted the questioning of his colleagues: "Don't you think that such a group of people are worth our lives to save them?"