roccoschili Chapter 127 Gone, all gone
Chapter 127 Gone, all gone
On the battlefield filled with smoke, Wang Qi was anxiously looking for something.
Blood was gushing out from his shoulder. The bright red blood had already soaked through his clothes and was dripping down his arm.
Wang Qi looked extremely embarrassed, but his eyes were fixed on the front, revealing a sense of anxiety and worry.
Finally, Wang Qi saw Nan Qiao on a small hill. He used up his last bit of strength, rushed forward, and hugged her tightly in his arms.
The force was as if he wanted to rub Nan Qiao into his body, fearing that if he let go, she would disappear.
His voice was filled with relief and trembling, as he whispered into Nan Qiao's ear, "Fortunately, you're still alive."
Nan Qiao was stunned at first, and then in this familiar embrace, the accumulated emotions suddenly burst out and she burst into tears.
She burst into tears and said, "Those little soldiers who were chattering around me all day and were so talkative... they... they are all dead."
"And the minister is gone too..."
Wang Qi's body stiffened suddenly when he heard Nan Qiao's crying, and his already pale face became even more bloodless.
His lips trembled slightly, and after a long while, he managed to utter a few words with difficulty: "Zhao Erwa... is dead, and the regiment commander... is also dead."
After he finished speaking, this usually strong man could no longer hold back his emotions. He hugged Nan Qiao and burst into tears with her.
At this moment, Nan Qiao truly and deeply felt the cruelty of war.
Those once lively faces were still joking and smiling with me in the last second, and disappeared forever in this bloody battlefield in the next second, never to be found again.
The smoke had not yet cleared, and Nan Qiao and Wang Qi were already covered in wounds from the melee. Wang Qi's shoulder was pierced by a bullet, and blood was constantly oozing out. Nan Qiao's calf was also unfortunately hit by a bullet, and every step he took was excruciatingly painful.
Soon, they were carefully carried onto stretchers by the medical team and sent to the medical tent in the rear.
In the dim medical tent, beside the simple operating table, the medical soldiers were nervously and orderly preparing to remove the bullet from Nan Qiao's body and stop the bleeding and suture Wang Qi's wound.
Wang Qi was lying on a stretcher nearby. Although his face turned pale from the pain, he still endured it, turned his head to look at Nan Qiao, and tried to force a smile.
He said in a tone of voice that sounded somewhat casual, "Qiaoqiao, don't be afraid. Although removing the bullet looks scary, it won't be that painful after the anesthesia."
"We've all survived the battlefield. This is nothing. It's just a minor setback that will pass in no time."
Just think of it as a nap. When you wake up, you'll be full of energy again. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
After hearing this, Nan Qiao nodded slightly, with a hint of nervousness and uneasiness in her eyes.
Afterwards, the medical soldier skillfully gave Nan Qiao anesthesia, and then picked up a scalpel and pliers to start removing the bullet.
Nan Qiao stared closely at the hands busy on her calf. Although she was a little scared, it was just as Wang Qi said. Apart from a slight pulling sensation, there was no pain.
But the scene looked really bloody, which made her frown slightly.
But at this moment, Wang Qi next to him suddenly cried out: "Oh, why does it still hurt so much even after the anesthesia!"
The voice was full of pain and surprise, and the movements were so exaggerated that he almost jumped out of the bed.
Nan Qiao couldn't help but laugh at his appearance and teased, "Didn't you say it wouldn't hurt after the anesthesia?"
Wang Qi muttered with a look of grievance: "How would I know? This is my first time experiencing this bullet removal thing. I didn't know it would be so painful after the anesthesia!"
The medic couldn't help laughing when he heard Wang Qi yelling. He prepared the syringe and said, "Maybe your body is resistant to anesthetics. Don't worry, I'll give you a little more anesthetic and try."
The medic who was removing the bullet from Nan Qiao's body kept moving his hands, but he whispered to Nan Qiao, "Look, he was just trying to comfort you seriously, saying that the anesthesia wouldn't hurt, but now he's the one screaming the loudest."
Nan Qiao couldn't help but smile after hearing this.
Wang Qi was tickled by the crickets, and his face immediately turned red. He lowered his head in embarrassment, muttering, "This... who would have thought of this?"
Afterwards, the medical soldier carefully added anesthetic to Wang Qi.
Even after the anesthetic was added, the piercing pain still came in waves, but Wang Qi endured it this time and did not make a sound.
He thought to himself, since Nan Qiao could deal with the bullet removal so calmly, he, as a grown man, should be able to do it too!
He tilted his head slightly and looked at Nan Qiao's silent profile. The passion that he usually had on the battlefield suddenly turned into tenderness.
Thinking of the tragic battle of the 233rd Regiment, most of the soldiers have fallen forever, and those once familiar figures have gone away.
Now, Nan Qiao is the only one left. He secretly swore in his heart that he must protect Nan Qiao no matter what, even at the cost of his life.
After some treatment and a short rest, Wang Qi and Nan Qiao's injuries finally stabilized.
They learned from the medical staff that the soldiers of the 233rd Regiment who died heroically on the battlefield have been laid to rest.
This news was like a heavy hammer, hitting the two men's hearts hard, and an atmosphere of grief and heaviness instantly enveloped them.
Not long after, Wang Qi and Nan Qiao endured the pain and came to the land where the soldiers were buried with the remaining one hundred or so soldiers of the 233rd Regiment.
The sky was gloomy, as if it was also mourning for the fallen heroes.
In the site, newly built tombs are neatly arranged, each representing a once vibrant life that is now sleeping forever under the land.
The soldiers were wearing military uniforms that had been washed to a pale color. Although they had wounds of varying sizes, they still stood tall and straight. They were lined up in neat rows, and everyone's face was filled with grief and solemnity.
Wang Qi's eyes slowly swept across the rows of graves, his lips trembling slightly, and the faces of those familiar comrades kept flashing through his mind. The scenes of them training together, fighting together, and supporting each other in difficult environments came like a tide.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms, trying to suppress the surging grief in his heart.
Nan Qiao stood aside, her eyes filled with tears. She tried hard not to let them fall, but the tears kept swirling in her eyes.
She looked at the graves, thought of the talkative little soldiers, thought of the minister, thought of all those who had left, and her heart was filled with reluctance and sadness.