USSR 1941

"Are you a 'breakout hero'?" the wounded asked.

"Yes!" replied Shulka, "that's what they call me, but that's not the point! The point is that you have to face it, isn't it? It's another war, comrade! Between you and the pain." war!"

The wounded man nodded, then took over from Vodka and raised his head, and drank half of the bottle of wine in a "gudong gudong".

Then the wounded man threw the bottle aside and shouted, "Come on, I'm ready!"

The nurse handed the wounded a towel, and the wounded took it and stuffed it in his mouth and bit it.

At this moment, Shulka saw something that horrified him. Doctor Anatole took out a small saw and pointed it at the wounded man's thigh...

Heartbreaking screams, blood flowing, tears of pain.

Shulka pressed the wounded's waist tightly, feeling the trembling that should have been caused by severe pain, and the itchy "keke" sound when the saw at the other end saw the bone... As a result, the wounded He didn't scream with a towel in his mouth, but Shulka screamed for him.

This cry is involuntary and involuntary, just like the saw was sawing on himself instead of the wounded.

Then, after an unknown amount of time, Anatoly finally removed the wounded man's leg and treated the wound further.

This kind of horror is not the same as facing life and death on the battlefield... On the battlefield, people often think about killing the enemy and saving their lives, so they ignore other things, and this kind of tragedy on the battlefield often happens instantly and disappears quickly. The end, such as a shell, a few bullets.

If we use eating Coptis chinensis as a metaphor, the battlefield is to swallow Coptis chinensis instantly, while the amputation in the hospital... is to hold Coptis chinensis in the mouth, feel it slowly melt in the mouth, and the bitterness gradually spreads and spreads, and then erodes every part of the body. One taste buds can't avoid it.

"You can go now, Comrade Shulka!" said Anatole.

Because at this time the wounded has fallen into shock due to pain.

Shulka nodded and walked out of the operating room, feeling that the whole world was a little different.

A gust of cool wind blew, and Shulka realized that he was sweating profusely.

"Comrade Shulka!" Andreusa rushed over at this moment. She noticed the blood stains on Shulka's body, looked at the operating room again, and seemed to understand something.

"We should go back!" Andreusa said with dissatisfaction in her eyes, "Doctor Anatole shouldn't have asked you to do this!"

"No, Comrade Andryusha!" said Shulka, "Anatole is right, I should!"

Back in the ward, Andreusa first untied the gauze and checked Shulka's wound. Because of the force just now, the wound opened again.

Andryusa didn't say anything, just washed Shulka quietly and then bandaged her again.

After a while, Dr. Anatole came. He shook his head at Shulka and asked, "How is it? There's nothing wrong with it!"

"I'm fine, doctor!" Shulka was a little embarrassed: "Just now, I made you laugh..."

"No, you did a good job!" Anatole replied, "Especially the part where you persuaded him, I feel your courage...in fact, all of you! I mean, just now, The nurse who assisted me also said a word!"

After a pause, Dr. Anatole took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Shulka, and at the same time lit it for himself, and then said: "Do you know what she said? She said,

Until today, I don't know what the courage of the frontline soldiers to fight the enemy is! "

"Does it matter?" Shulka was a little puzzled, as the operation and battle just now seemed irrelevant.

"Of course it has something to do with it!" Dr. Anatoly said, "You, and the wounded, you showed them just now... I can even say that facing the loss of your own leg may be much more difficult than facing the enemy !"

Shulka nodded in agreement, like the wounded man who initially preferred death to loss of his leg.

In the next few days, Shulka would help out in the hospital from time to time. The task Anatoly gave to Shulka was to comfort the wounded when they had a major operation, or go to the intensive care unit to encourage them to face themselves. new life.

There, Shulka saw the amputee again. He was recovering well, but he was too weak to sit up.

"My name is Sheryoka, Comrade Shulka!" The wounded looked at Shulka gratefully: "Thank you for saving me!"

"No, I just... say a few words!"

"Yes!" Xie Liaojia replied: "But these words are very important to me, because I know you must do this, when you face enemies and pain! You are our role model, Shure Comrade Ka!"

Shulka was secretly ashamed, he didn't even dare to meet Xie Liaojia's eyes... If Shulka encountered such a situation, he didn't know if he could face it bravely.

Of course, Shulka would not say that, these wounded need a kind of faith to support them to survive.

"Everyone else will do the same, Comrade Seryoka!" Shulka said. "Don't give up, you will be strong and you will find your place!"

Anything can happen on the battlefield.

This day, the car brought a very special wounded man... He was carefully carried on a stretcher and lifted out of the car.

"Comrade Shulka!" Anatoly yelled at Shulka, who was talking to the wounded: "We need you to look at this..."

Shulka didn't know why they were so nervous at first, thinking that they would still comfort the wounded who needed to give up their hands or feet as before.

But when he rushed to the operating room, he couldn't help being stunned. A mortar shell was inserted obliquely into a soldier's back.

Yes, Shulka read that right, the shell did not explode for some reason, and the wounded was still alive, but his face was black with pain and he was sweating coldly... The shell penetrated the military uniform, exhausted its kinetic energy after entering the body, and then the warhead One is trapped in the body, while the stabilizer fins of the shell remain outside the body.

"We don't know about cannonballs!" said Anatoly. "I wonder...will it explode when we take it out?"

"I don't know, doctor!" Shulka replied: "In fact, it should have exploded a long time ago. The reason why it didn't explode may be because the fuze failed, or there was a bad connection somewhere. Just a slight bump on it At once……"

Then Dr. Anatoly understood.

"It's time for you to get out of here, Comrade Shulka!" said Dr. Anatole.

Shulka did not refuse the request, because he knew that it would be of no use for him to stay there.

In the eyes of others, Shulka may be a hero, but Shulka will not put himself in meaningless danger because of being a "hero".