The next morning, I felt that my injury was much better. I don’t know if it was because of the effect of the medicine or because I lived here for a comfortable stay... Anyway, I just felt that I was just a little injury on my back, and it was no big deal.

This idea shocked me a little. There are two reasons. One is that if I had lived in this house with only one hospital bed and four walls a few days ago, it would be a torture for me, but now I think this is heaven. Another... My attitude towards injury was not like this before. I remember one time I had a little argument with my friends, and I started fighting... I just had a little skin and lie in the hospital for a full week.

But now, I feel nothing is wrong after being hurt behind my back!

This also verifies the saying: "If you return from the Five Mountains, you won't look at the mountains, if you return from the Huangshan Mountain, you won't look at the mountains." In the past, I thought that fighting and other things were very awesome. Now I think...that's just a child who runs every family!

"Oh! Xiaofeng is here!" Seeing me coming, Lao Yutou hurriedly gave up the bench for me: "Sit..."

I just couldn't stay idle. I only visited the village in one day after I arrived at this field hospital, and also met a group of injured and sick friends.

"How can you be so embarrassed!" I said.

Lao Yutou is the middle-aged soldier who rescued me yesterday. Because he loved eating fish head the most in his life, he became nicknamed Lao Yutou.

He was injured while attacking the Red River. He heard that he was paddling a raft and crossing the river. A shell exploded not far from them. The whole boat had nothing to do. He let the shrapnel disappear and a few fingers hit the backpack and knocked it down and fainted. His comrades all thought he had sacrificed so they continued to fight... If the containment team had not found him in time, he would have been drowned.

It is said... the old fish head thought it was the retribution given by the river god because he ate too much, so he vowed not to eat the fish head again from now on.

"Hey! Why are you polite?" Old Yutou held me down with his uninjured right hand and said, "You are seriously injured? What's the point of giving you a seat? Besides, you are still a hero who fights Japanese devils, it should be!"

Lao Yutou's words made me sweat in my heart.

"You guy is so fucking lucky!" Huang Duan opened his mouth and handed me a cigarette: "I can come back alive after killing so many Japanese soldiers... I didn't even see the Japanese, and I almost died! We are so old, and we haven't even touched women... If I just lost my life like this, it would be a waste of life."

Huang’s joke is not the surname Huang, and I don’t know what his surname is. Because he will inevitably have a yellow joke if he doesn’t say three sentences, so he got this name.

"I'm fine!" The leader Shi Shi Ran looked for a stone beside us and sat down, and said, "I've killed two Vietnamese Japanese, but now I think about it... I still haven't killed anyone, so I really don't understand... Xiaofeng, how can you bear it if you have killed so many Japanese?"

The leader of the church is naturally not the real leader. China was not that fashionable at this time, and not many believe in Christ. The reason for the "leader" was that no matter how hot the guns and cannons were fired outside, he could sleep by lying on the ground. So it was actually the "leader".

However, the leader of the sect can also be said to be a fool who is foolish. It is said that the company where he is stationed on an unknown high ground that day, was attacked and occupied by the Vietnamese Japanese at night, and was soon taken back by our army... The high ground has changed so much, but the leader of the sect was like a vague person and was awakened until dawn. Not only did he know nothing about the war last night, but he was even more amazing that he had no injuries on his body.

Because of this, some people said that he was blessed by the God of Sleeping, but in a blink of an eye, the Japanese bamboo stick array pierced through the soles of their feet...

Our Jiefang shoes have steel plates in them, which are specially used to prevent Japanese Japanese from going abroad. However, some shoes with poor quality still can't stand the weight of nearly 200 kilograms!

"I'm not used to it either!" I took a puff of cigarettes and said, "I often dreamed of bloody patches in my dreams at night... But what can I do? If I want to survive, I have to kill them, otherwise I can still talk here?"

What I told is the truth. Although I know it is safe here, and the quilts, beds, wards... everything here makes me very satisfied, I am still often awakened by nightmares. When I wake up, I sweat a lot, and sometimes I even think I am on the battlefield.

"How many Japanese did Xiaofeng kill?" Old Fishhead raised the newspaper in his hand: "I heard that the Japanese in Yue have a regiment... I will attack your mountaintop, but I'm afraid I'll kill a lot!"

I don't know how to answer, because I can't remember how many Vietnamese Japanese died under my command.

"There are at least dozens!" the leader asked tentatively.

"Yes!" I nodded and said hesitantly: "Twenty, thirty...almost!"

With a "coax!", the soldiers around were amazed by what I said.

In fact... I killed more than 2 or 30 Japanese devils, but I was not willing to say that number. On the one hand, it made people feel like I was bragging, and on the other hand, even if I believed it, I would treat me as an executioner.

In short, I don't think that killing more people is a glorious thing, nor is it a thing worth boasting, even if it is an enemy.

Lao Yutou is a meticulous person. He saw something on my face and asked, "You don't look like you... like to like fighting, why do you become a soldier?"

"Oh! Who likes to fight?" He continued without waiting for me to answer the pornographic joke, "If possible, who doesn't want to sleep with a woman at home, and who would want to eat a gun here..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Lao Yutou reminded: "Be careful that others will hear it... I will punish you."

As he said that, Lao Yutou glanced at Xiao Wang holding a gun intentionally or unintentionally.

Xiao Wang belonged to the guard company, so he held the gun, but the gun seemed to have never fired a bullet because the butter used for lubrication on the gun was not wiped clean.

"It's okay!" Xiao Wang smiled and said, "Our mission is to protect you from safety, not to be a spy!"

"I'm telling the truth!" Huang Duanzi replied: "Besides, if you say it, just punish me. If you have the affinity, lock me up... Then there is no need to go to the battlefield!"

Only then did I realize another kind of lawlessness.

People on the battlefield are not allowed to say anything because their heads are on their belts, so they dare to say anything. As for the field hospital... it is because if the superiors give punishment, they don't have to go to the battlefield. This seems to be what the soldiers hope.

However, I think my superiors are probably aware of this, so I just turned a blind eye to it. Otherwise, if I really punished it, I am afraid that the more people will be punished, the more people will be punished.

Maybe some people will say...are we injured? Is it necessary to go to the battlefield?

The fact is that all those who were seriously injured and unable to participate in the war again were sent back to China. Only those who were not seriously injured were trapped in this field medical land, waiting to recover and go back to the battlefield!

"I... because of old... dad!" In order to break the slightly awkward atmosphere, I explained: "Dad asked me to join the army, he is just a soldier..."

"Oh, no wonder!" Lao Yutou nodded and praised: "No wonder Xiaofeng, you have such good military qualities. It turns out that you are from a military family!"

"I'm going to be a farmer and a foreign country!" The leader interrupted, "I'm not as good as Xiaofeng's thoughts. I just want to have a job after demobilization and make a living... I want to learn like Comrade Xiaofeng!"

I can only smile bitterly.

The word "agricultural to non-agricultural" may be unfamiliar to modern people, but it is a very popular word in this era. As the name suggests, it means that agricultural household registration is converted to non-agricultural household registration.

Some people may say, is this important? Isn’t agricultural household registration better in modern times? There are subsidies for agricultural household registration, and if both parents have agricultural household registration and only one girl, they can have a second child... On the contrary, there is nothing wrong with non-agricultural household registration.

But in this era, no matter how handsome and outstanding the agricultural household registration is, the girl's family will give you a look. No matter how ugly the non-agricultural household registration is, there will be a lot of girls behind her...

I still don’t understand that I have to go to the battlefield to fight hard just for this.

Seeing that Huang Jizi didn't say anything, I asked more: "Old Huang, why are you a soldier?"

The pornographic joke didn't answer, but others started laughing first, which made me even more puzzled. Did I ask the wrong question?

"Why are you laughing?" Huang Duanzi sucked a cigarette in her mouth and cursed: "What's so funny? I joined the army just for women. Is that wrong?"

"That's right, right!" Old Yutou explained to me with a smile: "He... just because he fell in love with a girl in the village, one day the girl said 'There's awesomeness of being a soldier', so he signed up to join the army in a hurry. But as a result... the girl immediately broke up when she heard that he was going to the front line in the army... "

I was also shocked by this result and thought to myself that this pornographic joke is too unfamiliar with the woman's heart. The soldier seems to be majestic, but who can stand the possibility of being separated from the two places for a long time and even facing the possibility of a lover's death in the battlefield!

This is like some people in peacetime, who shouted the loudest rebellion, the more crazy they were, the more righteous they were... The more they were afraid they were when they really wanted to go to the battlefield!

"Xiaofeng!" Then the old fish head lowered his voice and said to me: "I have something... If you feel it doesn't sound good, don't take it to your heart. This hurt... you have to take it slowly, do you understand?"

"What are you talking about Lao Yutou?" The leader opposed: "Xiaofeng is in advanced minds. If there is no such person as Xiaofeng, then we might have really let the Japanese devils ride on their heads! Don't mess with people!"

I still don’t know how to answer. My psychology is actually similar to a soldier, and I don’t want to join the army, and I don’t want to fight. But now... I’m given the title of “hero”, which makes me feel a bit out of character.

"Yang Xuefeng!" At this time, I heard Xiaofan shouting at me from a distance in front of the ward: "It's time to change the dressing!"

"Hey! Come."

I greeted the soldiers and walked towards the ward. As I walked, I thought about Lao Yutou's words just now: "This is a wound... you have to take care of it slowly!"
Chapter completed!