Different World Development Manual

North of the fly pond, position 771.

The undead's offensive has been going on for more than ten days, without stopping at all.

Several times, the undead broke through the fire blockade and rushed to the ground, causing a large number of casualties.

Fortunately, the undead were beaten back in the end, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

In the field hospital, the wounded can be seen everywhere.

The slightly wounded man took care of the bandage a little bit, carried the vodka with his weapon, and returned to the front line.

As for the seriously injured, they were brutally put on the bed by the nurses and forced them to cultivate.

But they wanted to fight, and their comrades were all killed on the battlefield, and they were only seriously injured, so what kind of face was lying in the back to cultivate.

The seriously injured screamed, and the entire battlefield hospital was not quiet.

Sergey completed the amputation of a soldier, walked out of the room in a white coat covered in blood, and sighed: "Save it, which one is this?"

This is a question and answer. From the outbreak of the war to the present, the undead once broke through the line of defense, and Schell has saved the lives of countless comrades-in-arms from the hands of the gods of death. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

"Crunch..."

At this time, the people in the other operating room pushed away. The young military doctor Pirogov shook his head with a self-reproach, took a vodka and took a sip of vodka, and said with red eyes: "Woo...sorry, I can't save Live you..."

Saying they plop kneel on the ground, watching the clouds outside the window, crying and said: "ooo, ooo, that is simply not the souls of people, they will be pulled out to his skin.

Pick off his tendons one by one, oooooooo..."

The undead are so cruel, after all, in their war, the way of fighting is like this.

Crying and crying, Pirogov slowly stood up, and finally poured half a bottle of vodka severely, and then looked out the window with red eyes, as if he had made some decision.

Sergey frowned. It was obvious that his "apprentice" was in his current state and was not suitable for the work of treating the wounded.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, Pirogov took the vodka bottle in his hand and slammed it on the window sill.

The wine bottle shattered, the glass **** was seen everywhere on Pirogov's body, and his cheeks and bare arms were cut out by the splashing glass slag.

The only remaining vodka in the bottle was all spilled out during Pirogov's ferocious movements.

Pirogov slowly turned his head to look at Sergey, opened his mouth, and said in a very calm tone: "Sergey, I plan to go to the front."

Sergey widened his eyes and roared: "Are you crazy? You are a military doctor."

However, Pirogov smiled slightly, and threw the broken vodka bottle to the trash can next to it. The accuracy of the throw was not high, and it did not enter the bucket.

"Military doctor?

No, I'm just a veterinarian.

I may not be able to save people, but I believe I can kill the beasts of the undead. "

Pirogov was originally a veterinarian, because members such as orcs and half-orcs appeared in the Lucia army, so he joined the army.

But now, rather than staying in the field hospital in the rear, Pirogov is more willing to go to the front and fight with his comrades in battle with the undead.

Sergey said solemnly: "Pirogov, you can't do this. Your duty is to save people, not fight."

Pirogov said: "Killing the dead is also saving people.

What's more, I am a veterinarian. Can a veterinarian do something to save people? "

He turned around and walked outside the hospital.

Sergey was about to catch up and grabbed the guy.

However, a seriously injured man was brought over. A soldier carrying a stretcher pleaded: "Doctor Sergey, save him!"

That should be his comrade-in-arms, but Sergey looked at the badly wounded soldier on the stretcher.

The lower part of the body was completely gone, the intestines and belly were exposed outside the body, a lot of blood flowed out, and the entire army green stretcher was dyed red by this soldier.

Although the soldier still breathed weakly, he occasionally coughed up blood from his mouth.

Sergey knew that this soldier would not survive anyway.

However, as a military doctor, Sergey still has to do his utmost responsibility as a military doctor.

Hastily greeted: "Hurry up to the operating room!

nurse! Come here for anesthetics!

fast! Save him! ! "

Everyone began to get busy. When Sergey looked at Pirogov, Pirogov was no longer visible.

Sergey twitched the beard at the corner of his mouth, uttered "Suka not listed", and then turned around and entered the operating room.

Pirogov took off the white coat stained with the blood of his comrades-in-arms, held it in his hand and kissed it lightly, and placed it on the ground.

I didn't know where to take out another bottle of vodka, opened the cork with a "pop", and took another sip.

Then he turned the mouth of the bottle upside down and took all the vodka and the dead and seriously injured soldiers in the white coat to take a big sip.

After drinking with his comrades, he threw the empty bottle aside.

He took out the cigarette and held it in his mouth.

I took out the lighter, "click", "click" and "click" for a long time before igniting the flame.

"Hu Li Li Li Li..."

He took a hard breath, and slowly spit out a burst of smoke.

Quietly staring at the white coat on the ground, he threw the lighter in his hand casually.

"call!"

The flame and vodka ran into each other, and they ignited in an instant, engulfing the entire white coat in a blink of an eye.

Pirogov looked at the burning white coat through the hazy smoke, and slowly said: "Brothers, I will avenge you, and I will fight with you."

The way of worship of Huaxia has penetrated into the hearts of the four countries of the earth in the past 15 years. There is no other, and it is also because of the people's longing for the compatriots who stayed on the earth.

Pirogov wiped the tip of his nose, turned the burning cigarette upside down, stretched out his hand, and plunged into the burning white coat, like incense, enduring the burning of the flame, and inserted the cigarette into it.

He pulled back his burned hand, wiped the right side of the wrist with both hands, pinched the index finger and thumb, took a look, and said, "Wait for me, brothers."

Pirogov went straight to the regiment headquarters and explained his intentions to the regiment commander.

No one in Pirogov's prestigious group knows everyone, after all, people who can spend the Spring Festival with the dead beasts are not what ordinary people can do.. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

The commander was taken aback: "Pirogov, you mean you want to be a combatant?

But you are a doctor! "

Pirogov said: "A doctor who treats people?

Sorry, I'm just a veterinarian.

And if you look at my hands, you can no longer use them. "

The hand was burned when he was paying homage to his comrades-in-arms, but the group leader didn't know what caused all this.

Pirogov's hands were burned, so it means that Pirogov can't dance the scalpel now.

It is impossible for Pirogov to take the burned hands and hold the scalpel for treatment now, right?

If Pirogov's hand trembled due to the severe pain after the burn, which caused the scalpel to be cut wrong, wouldn't it be a big trouble.

The group leader thought for a long time, and slowly said: "Can you take a gun?"

Pirogov nodded: "A light thing like a scalpel may not work, but I have no problem with guns."

The head nodded: "Well, I will assign you a team, and you will enter the front line tomorrow."

"No, captain, I can go now."

As he said, shaking his hands, he took out a dog tag from his pocket: "I'm going to this company, I'll go now."

The dog tag was taken from the last comrade Pirogov rescued. Unfortunately, Pirogov failed to save him and half of his face was chewed off by the undead.

Therefore, if he wanted to avenge his comrades in arms, Pirogov chose the company that the soldier was in.

The regimental commander glanced at the dog tag. The company's casualty rate reached 50%, and it was the top company.

But looking at Pirogov's determined eyes, the head sighed and nodded: "OK, there are still a few lightly wounded people from that company in the regiment.

You go to collect the equipment and join them, and return to the battlefield together. "

Pirogov held the dog tag and saluted: "Yes!"

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