The previous chapter was written a bit abruptly and has been revised according to the readers' reactions. Thank you for your opinions.

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I really don’t want to leave the warm bed, nor do I want to leave my own room... In my opinion, a clean bed, a windproof wall, and a hot boiled water... are all rare luxury goods for us, but we have them all here.

It feels so good to be in the back! I can't remember how long it took for me to have a good sleep on the dry bed, but it seems that there are not a few days... I have only been in this world for a few days, but these days have been so long for me...

I was reluctant to leave and stayed in the quilt for a few minutes, but finally I couldn't overcome the hunger coming from my stomach and turned over and sat up from the bed.

I stood up and walked away. I felt a little dizzy, my feet were soft and I didn’t have much strength. I don’t know if it was because of a fever or because of hunger. But this difficulty was nothing to me. It was much better than facing so many enemy troops on the 239 Highlands.

I stumbled and opened the door, and then I realized that there was a small village outside, which seemed to be a Vietnamese village.

I have been in Vietnam for a while, so I know very well that many villages have run away because the Vietnamese are hiding from the war. So these villages are naturally used by our army, and some are used as field hospitals or temporary gathering points for wounded people. It is obvious that the field hospital I am in is also one of them.

"Hey!" As soon as I walked out the door, several soldiers surrounded me. They looked at me up and down. Among them, the famous tall soldiers looked at me with some incredible eyes and said, "I said comrade! Are you a cadre so young?"

"Cadre?" I was stunned when I heard this. Then I remembered that I was already a platoon leader, so I said with a little pride: "Oh, yes! I just promoted to platoon leader... How do you know that I am a cadre?"

"What? Are you just a platoon leader?" Unexpectedly, when I said this, the soldiers became even more strange.

"What? Is there any problem?" I asked a question directly.

"Look at them..." The tall soldier raised his head to the room next to him. I looked in the direction he pointed, and saw four wounded people living in the not-so-spacious room, some of which were still on the floor. I looked back at the ward where I lived. The windows were bright and clean, not only I lived alone, but also equipped with a kettle and a cup and a washbasin... So I quickly understood why the soldiers were so curious about my identity.

"We thought there was a high-ranking official in this room!" said the tall soldier: "I didn't expect it to be just a platoon leader! Why did you think this hospital is looking for the head?"

I know what this saying goes, and it is also the old man’s catchphrase, which means to enjoy special treatment through relationships and so on.

"I said comrade! Is it your relationship with the doctors in this hospital?" Some soldiers asked.

I shook my head: "I don't know anyone..."

"That's it that you have a backdoor!"

I shook my head again, which was even more unreliable. Even if the old man had the ability, he wouldn't know that I was his son now!

"That's... this hospital is too unfair. Let's ask the director to judge!" Some soldiers began to cheer: "Why can he live in a wide and good ward? We can only squeeze..."

"I advise you!" At this time, a middle-aged soldier who had been sitting next to him with a bandage wrapped in his hand and smoking a cigarette stood up and said, "I advise you not to make trouble! The hospital has their own reasons for him to live in a big house!"

"Reason? What's the reason? His injury is not serious, right? He can still walk and move, and he has no shortage of arms and legs! Why are you staying in such a good ward alone, and there are nurses taking care of him all day long!" The soldiers were still a little dissatisfied.

"Little comrade!" The middle-aged soldier ignored them, but walked straight to me and asked, "You just got off the battlefield!"

"Yeah!" I nodded.

"Where did you get hurt?" the middle-aged soldier asked again.

Without thinking, I replied: "It's in the Highlands of Yono, 239!"

With a "wow", the soldiers suddenly realized:

"Did you come down from the nameless highland of Mount Yono?"

"I heard that you held on for two days and two nights and defeated the 316A Division of the Japanese. Isn't that true?"

"I heard that you also destroyed three Japanese tanks, you are not bragging!"

...

"What?" I was stunned when I heard this. The news spread too quickly! We just came down from the mountain not long ago, didn't we?

"Don't you know yet?" The tall man picked up a newspaper and handed it to me and said, "Look, right here, you all became heroes!"

I took the newspaper and saw that the bold title on it said, "All officers and soldiers of our army's first battalion and second company held their positions and defeated the Ace troops in the Viets for two days and nights." The content below was very broad, which was about our combat process and some data. It also mentioned that only twenty people could come back alive with one of our companies. Looking at the date, I suddenly realized that it was two days ago. I actually spent two days in a daze on the hospital bed and didn't know...

I smiled bitterly and walked away with the newspaper, which made me recall the flesh and blood flying on Mount Yone again, the warriors who died beside me and the enemies who died at my own hands.

Although that was indeed a victory, that scene was definitely a terrible nightmare to me, a painful memory. If I could, I would rather have not happened.

With a "clang" sound, the sound of a tray being thrown to the ground suddenly came from the ward beside him. Looking in the direction of the sound, a soldier with his left hand hanging around his neck and bandages on his head shouted at the nurse: "Get out! I almost gave up my life on the battlefield, and I have contributed my entire hand. You can live in such a place to eat these things..."

I didn't plan to care about this nostalgic business, but suddenly I was stunned when I heard the voice of the nurse who apologized... Wasn't that the nurse who gave me the injection just now? I didn't expect to meet her immediately!

"Why haven't the car arrived yet? I'm going back immediately, and now..."

Even though the nurse kept aggrieving, the injured soldier kept shouting that he would not let her go. So I couldn't stand it anymore. I walked up a few steps and pushed open the door, shouting at the soldier: "I said comrade! If you have the ability, you will shout at the Japanese, you will be fierce at the Japanese! Why? If you bully the Japanese on the battlefield, you will shout at your own people when you come back? That's all you can do?"

"What did you say?" The injured soldier jumped up from the bed like a needle and shouted at me: "I'll let the Japanese bully? I killed three Japanese alone, three!"

As he said that, Yang Yang's injured left hand pointed to his head and said angrily: "Look at what these are? The bullets flew over here, scraping a layer of skin, and the bones were exposed. I'm half missing my life! The Japanese bullied me? I think you are..."

"Xiao Liu, let's forget it!" Another soldier next to him interrupted and said, "He came down from Dainai Mountain, and he killed more Japanese people than you can eat. Even if you have the ability, you dare to show your eyes..."

With a "coaxing", the soldiers in the ward all looked at me in surprise, and some people whispered: "I heard that Yonoyama was fighting the ace troops of the Japanese!"

"That's right, it's the 316A Division, the Japanese model leader!"

"The militia comrade also said that the Japanese corpses were loaded with more than twenty cars!"

...

When the wounded, known as Xiao Liu, heard other soldiers discussing this, their faces turned blue and white and sat back on the bed and stopped talking. I didn't expect things to develop like this. I originally planned to get along with him... But this is good, so it won't be possible for others to say that I'm bullying the wounded!

"Is it okay!" I asked the nurse.

I was a little sorry for her just now, but now I have given her a favor.

"It's okay!" The nurse blushed and asked while packing her things, "Who told you to come out?"

"Oh! I'm so hungry that I can't stand it. Come out and find something to eat!" I squatted down and helped her pick up the things that fell to the ground.

"Well! You go back first!" The nurse seemed to feel the strange eyes from the soldiers around her and said unnaturally: "I'll go to the kitchen team to explain it to you later!"

It's true, I also felt that the expressions of the soldiers around me were a little strange. It's really different from the times! If this is in modern times, it wouldn't be normal to help girls pick up things. Even if they hug them on the street, it's not surprising, but now it's just like this and people are staring at them.

"Okay!" As the saying goes, follow the customs. I have adapted to this era on the battlefield, but my life still seems to be out of place with this era.

Isn't this? I just helped her pick up a few things and looked at me with this kind of eyes.

Retracted back to the warm and dry quilt again, feeling the long-lost comfort, and couldn't help but sigh again: It feels so good to be in the back!

As soon as I was free, I thought of Chen Yiyi again. Sometimes people are like this. If they don’t think about it, there will be nothing wrong. When I think about it, I feel like a fire in my heart. I wish I could grow wings and fly to her side immediately.

Sometimes I think... If you want to fight, just fight. I can't bear to leave my soldiers... Especially if I have Chen Yiyi, there is no one under my command? A woman is killed on the battlefield. I am still pretending to be a hero in this field hospital. Is that still a man?

Thinking of this, I suddenly missed the battlefield again.
Chapter completed!