For soldiers, the most tragic thing is failure, and the second most tragic thing to fail is victory.

If someone doesn't believe this, just take him to the wounded barracks to see it.

In order not to make morale affected by the wounded, the medical center of the Paratu army was located in the most remote corner of the camp.

Late at night, in the half-open military tent.

Several surgeons rolled up their sleeves like butchers and were busy in front of the operating table.

They use more hacksaws and soldering irons than sharp scalpels and delicate tweezers.

The wounded soldiers screamed endlessly, and the listeners were all terrified.

The cut off arms and legs were piled up outside the tent, some of which were carrying fragments of military uniforms.

It was dark in the night, and some people accidentally stepped on it, thinking that they were stepping on the wood waste that they threw away casually.

The medical center looks like a slaughterhouse, and everyone who sees this scene for the first time can't help but want to vomit.

The military doctor and their assistants were walking around in the blood mud, obviously getting used to it.

Please do not blame them, what they provide is medical treatment far exceeding any army of their contemporaries.

The sound of gunfire came from not far away, and it was the barbarian attacking the south side of the camp wall.

The Palatus raided the fortress, and the barbarians also had to return their colors.

The battle was not over, and even though the medical center was running overload, there were still more and more wounded soldiers crying and waiting for treatment.

"Karman!" Winters, covered in blood, broke into the medical center and searched everywhere in a crazy manner: "Doctor! Priest Kaman!"

A team that seemed to have returned from hell followed the centurion, with the minor wounded carrying the seriously injured, almost no one without injuries.

In the tent in the corner of the medical center, Kaman is undergoing surgery.

He looked pale and tired, and there was no trace of the priest except the holy emblem hanging on his chest.

The left tibia of the wounded soldier lying on the operating table was smashed to pieces by a blunt object and had to be amputated.

"What's going on outside?"

Hearing the commotion outside the tent, Kaman asked without raising his head, but his movements did not stop for a moment.

A sharp scalpel cuts the skin, fat and tendons until white bones are exposed.

His assistant held a red soldering iron and gave bleeding points from time to time to stop bleeding.

The other three strong assistants firmly controlled the wounded who drank the spirits, so that he could not struggle and move around.

Speed ​​is life. The faster the amputation surgery is completed, the greater the hope of the injured.

"It's Montane Centurion!" exclaimed another assistant of Kaman.

"Take all the remaining wounded to other doctors! Now!" Kaman dropped the scalpel, grabbed the hacksaw, and began to saw the tibia.

His hands were very stable, and he sawed the tibia and fibula for more than a dozen rounds. The assistant used a soldering iron to stop the bleeding in time and took over the sewing work tacitly.

It took less than three minutes to cut the skin through the scalpel to amputation.

"Here!" Kaman walked out of the tent and waved, "Mr. Montane! Here!"

Seeing familiar faces being carried into the medical center one by one, Kaman's face turned paler.

Kaman asked Winters bluntly: "Where is Mr. Mitchell?"

"In the back." Winters' eyes were sore: "A shot in his neck is almost gone."

He watched Pierre, who was clearing the way for the whole team, was shot down by a strait. Angelu, Bell and Vahika fought to the death to get their partners back.

But he couldn't stop because he was holding the military flag and everyone was watching him.

The Jieshika team relied on a gust of energy to break through the enemy and return to the camp.

"Send Mr. Mitchell to the operating table!" Kaman asked Winters again: "How are you?"

"I'm fine." Winters' face was hidden under the iron helmet because he didn't want others to see tears: "But..."

"It's okay." Kaman said softly, "Leave it to me."

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"Don't see my arms! No!" Andre shouted in despair: "Who dares to do it...I'll kill you!"

The soldiers held his limbs tightly, for fear that Lieutenant Cellini's wound would break again.

Andre tried desperately to break free, but because of excessive blood loss, he no longer had enough strength.

Andre's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he cried and begged: "Don't let them saw my arms...Winters...Don't let them..."

Andre's voice became weaker and weaker, and soon he fell into a coma again, and the excitement just now was just a rebirth.

Winters' heart hurt like a knife, and he could hardly stand firmly, listening to the military doctor like a walking corpse.

The chief military doctor told Winters: "End Elliot Cellini's wound cannot be sutured, and the limbs must be amputated as soon as possible. Otherwise, End Elliot Cellini will be in danger of life."

The chief military doctor also told Winters: "The lead-on-screw fragments cannot be removed, and Lieutenant Colonel Jeska's right eye also needs to be removed."

Winters came to Lieutenant Colonel Jeska's bedside, and his endless grief and powerlessness were overwhelming.

"Is it you?" Lieutenant Colonel Jeska stretched out his hand and groped into the darkness: "Lieutenant Montane?"

Winters grabbed Lieutenant Colonel Jeska's hand tightly and tears burst out from his eyes: "Lieutenant Colonel, it's me."

"Don't cry, Winters." Lieutenant Colonel Jeska, who always had a stern face on weekdays, has now completely relaxed.

His expression was peaceful and peaceful, as if he was not sad for himself at all: "If the clay pot is not broken from the well, the general will inevitably die in front of the formation. Isn't this a common thing?"

The tent was quiet, and only soft sobs could be heard.

"Do you have wine?" Lieutenant Colonel Jeska asked softly.

Winters had no habit of drinking, but he couldn't bear to say "no". He suddenly remembered the wine pot given by Alpad, who had always carried it with him.

Winters immediately turned out the wine pot and placed it on Lieutenant Colonel Jeska's hand.

"Oh, it's this wine pot." Lieutenant Colonel Jeska felt the shape of the wine pot, unscrewed the lid, and took a small sip.

Then he groped and took out a twill bag from his arms: "I'll give you a gift, Winters."

"No, I can't." At this moment, Winters could not accept the gift from Lieutenant Colonel.

"You open it first and take a look." Lieutenant Colonel Jeska seemed to be laughing.

The twill cotton bag is an oleifer bag, and the oleifer bag is a map, and many maps. From the Great Wilderness to Paratu, it was all drawn by Lieutenant Colonel Jeska himself.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting contents below! "I don't need this thing, and it will be yours in the future. Don't throw away the homework skills in the picture, it will be of great use." Lieutenant Colonel Jeska lay calmly on the military bed, as if he had realized a thought: "Let's go, let me rest for a while."

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Kaman found Winters in the unmanned corner of the medical center: "Entrepreneur Cellini wants to amputate?"

After wiping away the tears, Winters turned around and said, "Yes."

"Take me to see him."

The officers and soldiers' medical center were not in the same place, Kaman was in the Soldiers' medical center before, while Lieutenant Colonel Jeska and Andre were both in the officers' medical center.

Winters led Carman into the surgical tent, and Andre was already carried onto the operating table and was about to undergo surgery.

Regardless of the other people's surprise gaze, Kaman walked straight to Andre to check the wound.

"Lt. Montane, what are you going to do?" the chief military doctor questioned dissatisfiedly.

The chief military doctor has no military rank, his status is equivalent to that of a school official, and far more noble than a centurion

Winters stood in front of the chief military doctor without saying a word, and he didn't know what Carman was going to do.

"Don't let them saw my arms off," Andre's despair plea echoed in his ears.

If Andre really wanted to amputate, Winters would rather be Kaman's surgery.

"Go out! I'm going to have surgery!"

Winters remained motionless.

"Do you want to kill Lieutenant Cellini?" the chief military doctor shouted loudly.

Kaman suddenly spoke: "Carry it to me!"

Winters nodded, broke in with four vicious soldiers, raised the operating table and walked out of the military tent.

No one dares to stop him.

Andre was carried back to Kaman's surgical tent, and his vital signs were getting weaker and weaker.

The confused Andre was still murmured: "Don't saw...Don't saw my arms..."

Kaman lowered the curtains, covered the windows tightly, and drove everyone away - including his medical assistants.

Except for him and Andre, only Winters was left as an assistant in the tent.

"More lights!" said Carman.

Winters activated the fire ignition technique and ignited all the oil lamps in the tent.
To be continued...