Chapter 1641
My Empire Chapter 1641
2021-10-15
Chapter 1641 Chapter 1643 Such a group of peopleWhen the wounded was pushed out of the operating room, several people pushed the hospital bed The nurses and doctors were taken aback.
None of them didn't expect. The moment they saw that their comrade-in-arms had a successful operation and seemed to save their lives, the young soldier who had just threatened the doctor viciously just knelt down to a few medical staff... ...
Everyone finally pulled him up from the ground, but he was already crying with snot and tears, as happy as if he had been rescued by someone.
The doctors really didn't have time to comfort him, and in the end they could only let him stay in the huge hall full of wounded with the bandaged, mummified comrade-in-arms.
There are beds everywhere, nurses patrolling the beds and fellow bosses of the wounded.
The whole hall is very busy, and no one cares about the young soldier sitting on the edge of the hospital bed with his knees in his arms.
The second lieutenant who came with him has already gone back. Before leaving, let him stay here to look after his comrades. No way, the frontline battle is urgent, leaving a soldier here is already a great care.
Although the entire hall was busy, there was a depressing atmosphere everywhere. The air was filled with the smell of blood and disinfectant, and every breath made people feel uncomfortable.
No one spoke loudly, no deafening cannons, not even moans of pain cautiously.
In the end, after being silent for a long time, the young soldier who could not stand the atmosphere, leaned on the hospital bed of his comrades and hummed a familiar song softly: "Our Alanhill will conquer the entire world!"
This is the battle song for the soldiers of the Alanhill Empire, which they once hummed all the way into Alanticus.
That war song resounded through the sky, and the grenadiers of the Alanhill Empire, humming it, won victory after victory.
He hummed very seriously, and seemed to be afraid of disturbing the wounded lying on the hospital bed, so he suppressed his voice, but tried to reveal every word as clearly as possible: " Great Emperor Sovereign everything!"
Although his voice was not very loud, in this fairly quiet environment, it did float in the entire hall and echoed in everyone's ears.
A wounded man opened his eyes, he was frowned originally, but when he looked towards the singing young soldier, he opened his mouth but did not scold.
The other wounded sat up and looked curiously at the young soldier who was singing in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
Singing echoed in the hall, one wounded left eye, bandages covered half of his face, and even the wounded who could see the hideous wound from the edge of the gauze grinned in the singing.
Beside him, another wounded person stroked the crutches hanging by his bed, and finally hummed the familiar melody.
As a result, one person's singing became the voice of two people. The voice continued to reverberate through the hall, as if with indescribable magic: "A carol of love will be heard from every corner!"
"Here comes the Alanhill Eagle!" The wounded man on the chest leaned against the wall and sang his favorite lyric along with him.
He has been here for many days, and his arm injury, although not fatal, still prevents him from returning to the battlefield and fighting side by side with those comrades he is familiar with.
This makes him very frustrated, and he rarely even speaks here. The surrounding nurses, doctors and even the other wounded thought he was a taciturn person who was difficult to get along with.
But now, he opened his mouth the most, singing earnestly in his hoarse and charming voice: "Our Alanhill will conquer the entire world!"
The young soldier with blood on his face froze for a moment, but his singing did not stop. The singing seemed to be louder because there were other people singing next.
The young soldier stared blankly as one wounded after another joined the humming team. Everyone was serious and pious.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to his own team, listening to those comrades in arms, sitting together with weapons, singing happily.
“Every enemy will succumb at our feet, and
The great Chris Your Majesty will Sovereign everything!
Every corner will sing his praises Sound!"
In the corridor, a field hospital guard stood with his chin raised behind his back, ignoring the singing of the wounded.
A nurse frowned, said to the guard who seemed to have temporarily lost his hearing: "The wounded need to rest! What is this doing."
"It's okay? Occasionally... also There should be nothing." The guard looked towards the other direction, muttered in his mouth, and chose to ignore the nurse's question.
The nurse glared at the guard, then looked at the more and more wounded who joined the chorus, and finally took the case the doctor needed and quickly left the wounded, who was still dead just now, Now it has become a place full of life.
While singing, a wounded man stood on his hospital bed, waving his arms as impassively as a musician conducting his own orchestra.
His voice rose suddenly, as if he no longer cared about the resting wounded: "Alanhill Eagle is coming!"
And those who were awakened by his singing , from the very first unhappy, became dazed, and finally became excited again, and joined the singing team one after another.
Their voices also became high-pitched, reckless, reckless, firm and majestic: "Heroic soldiers shoulder to shoulder!"
Stand up The soldiers have all stood up, some on crutches, some even need someone else to support.
But as long as they could stand up, they all chose to stand up. They nodded each other, encouraged each other, and finally sang loudly together: "We will defeat the enemy together!"
Finally , a nurse hurried out of the hall to report the situation here to the doctor on duty.
Behind her, the soldiers who lost their arms, eyes, legs and even the lower body were still singing loudly: "You should bow down to us! Look up to the strongest in the world. The country! The soldiers of the Empire stand on the top of the mountain! We have conquered this world!"
When several doctors returned here, the singing continued, and the whole hall was filled with passionate melody . I don't know where the soldiers found a harmonica, and they even started the accompaniment with this harmonica.
"Look up to all!
Look up to the mightiest nation in the world!
Alanhill!
Great Alanhill !"
Looking at these singing youngsters, the leading doctor sighed in relief, put his hands in his pockets again, and said, "It sounds pretty good."
"This will It's easy to delay their recovery and not have a good rest..." A doctor with glasses questioned with some dissatisfaction.
"Long live!" At this time, the soldiers finally sang the last part of the song, shouting the last lyric in unison.
"Forget it." Looking at the soldiers who seemed to have regained their souls, the leading doctor interrupted his colleagues' questioning: "Don't you think that such a group of people is worthy of our hard work? Save them?"
(end of chapter)