Chapter 2: Duties of a Corpsman

"The most powerful weapon, the most terrifying demon."

Gilbert looked at the beautiful young girl in front of him, even though she was dirty, how could dirt possibly hide the golden light. Even though she was only seven or eight years old, but that face, was like a princess who came out of a fairy tale.

But now it seems that it is a red fairy tale.

"If you don't say it, I even think he looks like an angel."

Major Dietfried smiled and stroked his little brother's head hard, his unique way of showing concern as an older brother, albeit in a slightly controlling tone.

"Don't think too much about that beautiful fantasy, the war isn't over yet."

"Monster, she is your master now."

Dietfried turned away, leaving the Major in the background.

"Remember, use him without the Red Cross, and more importantly, without Aetil Gardenia. If she finds out about this, I will probably be court-martialled. Remember, a bullet fired from a gun in a child's hand has the same power as a bullet that shot by an adult."

Leidenschaftlich, a country famous for its mining and oil, land rich enough to be coveted by many countries. Even now, this place experienced numerous invasions and attacks, and the long war had left all countries heartbroken, the war became a contest of endurance and a test of national cohesion.

Humans kill each other, fight, laws that have not changed throughout the ages. Everyone wants to share more resources, everyone wants to monopolize shipping lanes, trade routes, unify currencies, and so on and so on. At the end of the war, Leidenschaftlich won the war of attrition based on its superior resources, and almost all countries signed instruments of surrender, instruments of indemnity, and treaties of equality.

The priority now is to settle the scattered militants in Leiden, left over from the war.

Applying a famous general's quote: war is a giant meat grinder for junior officers and soldiers. The blonde girl, being a soldier, quickly sprang into action and followed the Major as a bodyguard, led by Gilbert Bougainvillea, to destroy a base, fort, village, etc., occupied by recalcitrant elements, whose weapons, although powerful, very difficult to master.

Major Dietfried was one of the chiefs of the navy, although before winning, he had actually served in the army, and had gone through nine deaths on the battlefield to reach his current position. And Major Gilbert, he would do the same as his brother, leading the guerrillas, sneaking, dodging, fighting, fleeing, and fighting in isolation while deep behind enemy lines. Compared to the glory days of war that his brother experienced, he was in a much better position, but not the slightest bit of respite, bullets would show no mercy.

Meanwhile, high up in the sky above a piece of land, a battle raged, gunfire sounded like a jungle, and explosions echoed through the sky. This was none other than one of the main battle zones, Verdirn. At the place where the bullets rained down, a small tent was shining with a faint light, and a figure stood there, wearing a white tunic stained with blood, with snow-white hair that fell to his waist in unison, and his hair was stained with a little blood on it, like bright red plums that bloom in the middle of winter. The thin body stood in the rain of bullets, holding a sharp scalpel in his hand, in the eyes of the wounded soldiers, this little guy ah, as if God.

"The anesthetic is not enough, be patient."

Taking out a roll of gauze and stuffing it into the wounded soldier's mouth, the pure white gloves were stained red with blood, even though the gunfire outside was close at hand, the airwaves set off by the explosion rocked this small tent, the sound of the gunshots was so loud that it seemed to explode in his ears, but there was not the slightest tremor in his hands, nor did his eyes waver.

"I'm a doctor, you're safe now, soldier. Endure the pain, and I promise I won't leave you."

The soldier on the surgical bed currently had at least five or six shrapnel wounds on his body, one of which even had a penetrating wound, and his life was in danger, due to the pain and the huge amount of adrenaline, making his consciousness at this moment completely incomparable.

"Doctor...I am in pain..."

The soldier gripped the sheets of the hospital bed with a death grip and struggled to clench his teeth, the pain causing him to nearly break them. The girl reached out and stuffed a roll of gauze into the man's mouth. Seems to feel that the shot was too close, the man, not wanting to slow down the doctor, said to the girl in front of him.

"I'm desperate... Give me a chance!"

Aetil raised his hand and stroked the injured man's forehead, his cheek, with a cry of comfort.

"Don't talk, I will save you."

As the scalpel fell, accompanied by the sound of the sharp blade slicing through skin, slicing through rotting flesh, pinching shattered bones, and heart-wrenching screams, a piece of shrapnel was ejected, with bones, and blood still on it.

At that moment, the tent curtain was violently lifted. Two soldiers stumbled into the tent, their bodies covered in gunpowder, dirt, and the blood of their comrades or enemies. It was clear that they had experienced a tough battle.

"Doctor Aetil! The enemy is too close to us! We must evacuate immediately!"

"Wait until I finish this operation."

"No way! Doctor! Medical personnel are scarce now, and you are a treasure to the army! We can't let you stay!"

"If you have the energy to block me, why don't you guard the door and hold it for five minutes!"

Aetil said, and with a handful of the knife, the fourth shrapnel was removed.

"Hemostat."

Aetil subconsciously said, but only then did he react, there was no one left to help him pass the device, the front line was too dangerous, he was one of the few people who dared to heal the wounded on the war front, and the scarcity of medical personnel led to the fact that a camp would be lucky to have a doctor assigned to it.

Previously, in the general hospital of the military area at the rear of the war front.

"Why is it only being sent now! Hurry up! Operating room!"

A few months ago, in a place far from the battle line, Aetil had just woken up from the exhaustion of overwork and collapsed, opened his mouth and poured a bottle of glucose into himself, he had not closed his eyes for two days, operation after operation made his heart was haggard, looking at the injured people being pushed in one after another, all of them were soldiers who were evacuated from the front line, many of the soldiers who were transported here while being transported here, they had missed the best time to be rescued because of the too long delay , and he could only watch as their lives were saved. Aetil could only watch their lives fade away little by little, but he had no time to feel pity, because a little more delay, those who could be saved, would also be gradually delayed into a critical state.

The eyes of those soldiers, Aetil could never forget for the rest of his life, disappointment with the world, attachment to their families, love and repentance for their wives and children.

"I've had enough of this place."

While putting down the scalpel, Aetil's eyes looked sharp.

"I'm going to the front!"

Returning to the present, Aetil shakily removed the fifth shrapnel, the most dangerous and closest to his organs, and took out sterilized gauze to sew up the wound and bandage it.

"With the shrapnel already removed, there is no guarantee you will not be infected, it will depend on your faith and luck to get home safely."

The two soldiers hastily fled with the wounded in their shelves, meanwhile the rebels had broken through the line, and if the men running in front had not tried to take Aetil alive to take their reward, but had shot straight away, Aetil might get shot, or even arrested.

At that exact moment, several people boarded military evacuation vehicles. The soldiers in the car saw Aetil coming in, although they themselves were tired, but still slightly straightened their backs, also changed their usual playful and relaxed style, became serious and steady, this is respect for Aetil , respect for military doctors, respect for the white angel who dared to leave the rear, came to the front line to save them, even if Aetil never knew how to shoot a gun, even if Aetil did not have any power to kill the enemy, he was also the most important person in the hearts of the soldiers, even if they don't have any power to kill the enemy, even if they don't have any power to kill the enemy. He was also the most powerful existence in the hearts of the soldiers.

"In the future, without my instructions, no one can stop me from carrying out operations, even if the enemy's weapons are pressed against my head."

"Yes!!!!"

Aetil knew that if he left his surviving comrades behind and evacuated with two soldiers just now, then he would be breaking his heart and medical ethics, and at the same time as a military doctor if he did so and lose the heart of the army, I'm afraid it would affect the morale of the soldiers. But one thing that was beyond doubt was that he never took his own comfort into consideration.

After Aetil breathlessly explained something, he rolled his eyes and collapsed from exhaustion, and the soldiers scrambled, but only a jar of lunch meat and a few pieces of dry biscuits remained.

No one knows why Aetil is so indifferent to his own life, whether it is professional ethics, or the desire to save others, or something else.

Although the world is a beautiful place, and not even war can affect people's desire for beauty, there are always some people who often have tears in their eyes and disappointment in their eyes.