Chapter 7 Farewell to Katyusha

The trajectory of the Arisaka rifle bullet is stable, and its power is not bad at very close range.

However, after the engagement distance exceeds 100 meters, the bullet's soft tissue penetration is too high and the tearing effect is weak. It cannot expand the wound well, nor can it bring out some soft tissue from the exit.

As long as the bullet does not hit the vital part and cause heavy bleeding or damage to important organs, many soldiers can still maintain their ability to move for a certain period of time even if they are shot.

Fortunately, the bullet that hit Huang He's shoulder was not serious. The bullet did not even hurt the bone, it was just a penetrating wound.

Such injuries are very common in the army, and even the young nurses in the headquarters hospital can handle it well.

But the bullet that hit the abdomen was not so simple. The bullet almost injured Huang He's kidney, and the long-term blood loss made his life in danger.

Dean Liu and the short doctor are the most capable people in the headquarters hospital. After several hours of rescue, the two finally snatched Huang He back from the hands of the devil.

Next, as long as the wound is not inflamed, Huang He can slowly recover.

Seeing his friend finally come out of the operating room, Makarov finally felt relieved. He held the doctor's hand to express his gratitude.

However, Dean Liu's expression was a little unnatural, and the twitching corners of his mouth from time to time showed that he was very distressed about the few anti-inflammatory drugs.

Three days later, Huang He woke up from his coma.

The unfamiliar environment around him made him panic, but after seeing a red cross with a white background symbolizing medical care in this broken cave, he touched the bandaged wound on his shoulder and said to himself:

"Although I don't know who saved me, I can be sure that I was not captured by the devils. I don't know how my comrades are doing, hey."

Perhaps because he had just woken up and made too much noise, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. After the door of the cave was opened, Huang He found that the person who came was a little nurse with a childish face.

"Sir, please don't move! The wound hasn't healed yet!"

"This is the headquarters hospital. You've been in a coma for three days. I'll call the doctor now."

The nurse came in and saw Huang He still looked dazed. She stood beside the bed and said with concern.

After stopping him from sitting up, she hurried out to call the doctor.

After a while, Dean Liu returned to the cave with the nurse.

Knowing that this was his lifesaver, Huang He said gratefully: "Thank you. If it weren't for you, I might have died."

As the head of the headquarters hospital, Dean Liu is usually busy. He interrupted Huang He's politeness and said:

"I heard Zhang Wanhe talk about you before. You are a capable person. If you really want to thank me, then bring back more medicines."

"As a doctor, I really can't bear to see soldiers fall on the operating table because of lack of medicines. Please!"

After a quick and comprehensive examination, Dean Liu told Huang He that he was in good condition now.

But because of excessive blood loss, his body was weak and he needed to rest.

It seemed that there were other arrangements. After instructing Huang He, Director Liu left in a hurry.

Seeing Huang He who was still a little overwhelmed, the nurse brought a cup of warm water for Huang He to take a sip and moistened his dry lips.

Then she opened the curtains to let the warm midday sun shine into the cave.

"Chief, in fact, our Director Liu is a person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He needs to handle all the affairs of the hospital personally, so he looks a little unkind."

Huang He waved his hand to indicate that he understood. His voice was very hoarse after he just woke up.

"What about the foreigners who came with me? How are they?"

Hearing Huang He's question, the nurse was silent. But looking at the other party's expectant eyes, she could only answer truthfully.

"After those comrades came to the hospital, many of them were not saved. The conditions here are limited."

"Oh, I know."

While the two were talking, Makarov's full-bodied voice came from outside the door.

"Huang! My friend! Where are you?"

Hearing someone shouting in the hospital, the nurse walked out with dissatisfaction.

She knew she couldn't communicate with the big man, so she could only bring him in. After telling him not to talk for too long, she walked out of the cave and closed the door.

Makarov's physique, which was far superior to that of ordinary people, allowed him to recover very quickly. Although his head was still wrapped in bandages, he looked very good.

"Huang, can you get some wine? I'm almost suffocating! If you really don't have any, medical alcohol will do. I'll drink it with some water."

Seeing his old friend's lively appearance, Huang He finally showed his first smile after waking up.

But thinking of the comrades who died in the ambush, he became full of sorrow again.

Seeing Huang He's hesitation, the considerate Makarov spoke first:

"Huang, we are soldiers. Dying on the battlefield is our final destination. It is our duty to obey orders, so don't mention the past."

Although he knew that the other party was comforting him, Huang He's face was obviously much better.

"You should have a good rest! In a few days, when the boys have recovered, we will return."

"Yesterday, a comrade in the hospital told me that my country has a lot of friction with neighboring countries. We soldiers just can't sit still."

After chatting for a while, Makarov left.

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A few days later, there was a group of comrades at the headquarters who were going to study at the Huangdi Mausoleum. Considering that it was safer with more people and that it was convenient, the soldiers of the transport team decided to follow them.

After learning the news, Huang He led his guards to their meeting place with the support of the little nurse.

Seeing Huang He coming to see them off, the comrades of the transportation team greeted him warmly, and everyone took out the small gifts they had prepared.

The instructor left his most precious accordion to Huang He. Seeing that Huang He was about to refuse, he tried hard to raise his injured hand and said:

"Huang, just accept it. As you can see, it's hard for my hands to play her anymore."

Hearing what the instructor said, Huang He couldn't refuse. He waved to the guards behind him to come over.

This guard was temporarily assigned to Huang He by the headquarters, mainly because some things were inconvenient for the nurse.

Huang He took out a harmonica from the box held by the guard, and handed it to the instructor with a smile.

"Since you left your treasure to me, you should also accept this harmonica. This is specially prepared for you."

The gift was completely unexpected and the instructor took it with his uninjured left hand. He tried the tone, and the beautiful melody revealed the preciousness of this gift.

The instructor nodded with satisfaction, hugged Huang He and returned to the team.

Huang He looked at Makarov and said, "You will definitely be satisfied with what I have prepared for you."

Seeing his pretending to be mysterious, Makarov looked curiously into the box, where bottles of Fenjiu were placed.

He let out an exclamation, took out a bottle, opened it and took a sniff. The rich aroma of the wine made him make a comfortable sound.

"This is the Fenjiu I'm talking about. You are all still injured, so drink less on the way!"

"Hahaha, my dear friend, you are so kind!"

After bidding farewell to the comrades one by one, the convoy to the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum is about to set off.

Huang He held the accordion given to him by the instructor and began to play despite the discomfort of the wound. The melody that was very familiar to everyone sounded in this strange land.

“Расцветалияблониигруши, Поплылитуманынадрекой;

ВыходиланаберегКатюша, Навысокийберег, накрутой.

Выходила, песнюзаводила, Простепного, сизогоорла,

Протого,котороголюбила, Протого, чьиписьмаберегла.”

Actually, I think "Goodbye, Friend" is more appropriate, but that's a song that was only released in 1944. Something happened today, the update is finished, sorry.

Chapter 2 Try not to be too late!

New book for everything!