Chapter 1120: Review

I don't know how much time had passed, but when the Military Doctor wanted to look for the next person, he discovered there was no one left. Instead, a whole Platoon was already lying on the ground; some had already been carried away by others to be cared for, while some who looked like they had no hope of living were still struggling where they lay. Their comrades held their hands, listening to them speak their final words, preparing to go back and write them into letters to give to their families.

The Military Doctor casually rinsed his hands with Wine, then turned back to look. His legs were already numb, and his arms were basically numb as well. He had never had such a heavy workload before; this was his first time, and it was also his first time feeling the cruelty of war.

He had heard from predecessors that going on an expedition with the army was merely a matter of harsher conditions and a worse life, but overall, there was almost nothing to do. From the time he left Huaxia until today, it had indeed been just as they said; there was basically no work to do, and every day was very leisurely, amounting to nothing more than the Soldiers having a headache or a fever, which was very rare, as everyone's physical condition was very good.

But today, such a brief contact made him feel a tremendous shock. He felt that even the Doctor himself had never encountered so many patients with severe external injuries. No matter how good the Doctor's theory was, or how good his technique was, in the field of Surgery Department, he had absolutely never encountered so many; perhaps all his years combined did not equal the number he had encountered here this one time, and every single one was so severe.

He had finished suturing and finished providing treatment, and only now did he feel lingering fear. His hands began to tremble slightly, and listening to these wails, his stomach also felt a little bit of discomfort, a bit of nausea, but he still tried his best to suppress it.

From the first patient he had handled, he turned back to look, to see how the bleeding situation was now, whether the wound had burst open again, and then tried his best to provide further treatment. Some he had already sutured were now bleeding even more severely; some had even lost all color in their faces, and their hands and feet had turned ice-cold. In such a situation, he himself felt there was no way.

Because the visible wounds he had already sutured, there might be other internal organs that were injured, which he had no way to treat. For those who lay there and vomited a mouthful of blood, he could only let them wait for death.

In the end, he could only comfort them, saying: "If you have anything you want to say, just entrust it to your friends. Also, for your family and such, whatever you have to tell them, say what needs to be said. We will definitely pass it on. You don't need to worry about your family; Huaxia will take good care of them. You yourself are also a hero."

When the Soldier heard that he could not be saved, he no longer had any spirit, and could only force himself to finish his final instructions. Then he had no more worries; what remained were his good friends, pounding the ground in grief.

Such things were fewer in the Xuanyuan Tribe because they had long been accustomed to life and death. Today their friend dies, tomorrow they die themselves; what of it? Anyway, everyone is going to die sooner or later; this is our fate. However, they still envied the way things were on the Huaxia side; who wouldn't hope that when they die, there are friends who can grieve and cry for them?

Xiong, Shaoyin, and a crowd of other officers were comforting the injured Soldiers, instructing them to recover well, and once they recovered, to return to Huaxia alive. Once they returned, they would all be good Soldiers and heroes.

For the Soldiers who were already dying, they would soothe their emotions, telling them not to worry about their families, as Huaxia would take good care of them. As for the Soldiers themselves, they would ask whether they wanted to be cremated and returned to Huaxia for burial, or buried right here on the spot. If they were to be buried here, they would take their identity tags and personal clothing back to give to their families.

Most people still chose to be cremated and brought back to Huaxia. They didn't really have the idea of "falling leaves returning to their roots," or rather, this concept was not yet prevalent in Huaxia. They just felt that if they were buried here, they would be dug up by wolves and such things. In the end, not only would the flesh be gone, but the bones would also be abandoned in the wilderness, and in the end, no one would know whose bones they were. Perhaps they would be taken by wild men, smashed, and used as tools; that would be too miserable. Better to return to Huaxia.

Finally, after some statistics, plus those Shaoyin had led a team to rescue, Huaxia had dispatched a total of four hundred and twenty-seven people. Now, thirty-six were dead, there were over a dozen more who didn't know if they could survive, and over fifty were injured. The first hundred or so who went down were basically all injured, just to varying degrees of severity.

The Xuanyuan Tribe side was even worse; a total of over six hundred people went, and the dead exceeded fifty. There were also over a dozen who were near death, and even more were injured. It could be said that this time, because of a miscalculation in observation, both tribes suffered heavy casualties.

The Jiang Surname Tribe side probably didn't have it easy either; the total death toll was certainly over a hundred, but they didn't count, and there was no time to count. If it weren't for that one Bomb, perhaps this small conflict would have directly escalated continuously until one tribe was completely wiped out.

Xiong felt a bit guilty and very discouraged. This was the first time since he began commanding troops that there had been such heavy casualties. Last year at the Golden Autumn Gathering, it was an overwhelming victory; this time, they had actually lost so badly. He began to reflect on his own problems.

Was it that he was old, his command ability was insufficient, or was the other side too strong and their Weapon too good? Or was it something else?

In the process of sitting down and communicating with Shaoyin, Xiong also summarized a problem, and that was the Bomb. At the Golden Autumn Gathering, he used many Bombs, which was the main reason he was able to achieve an overwhelming victory. Another thing was the armor; with heavy Iron Armor, the wild men's weapons could not break through Huaxia's defenses, and Huaxia was cutting through them like slicing melons and vegetables.

This time, his own armor was simple Leather Armor, the protective power was not that strong, and the opponent's weapons were not much different from his own. With their large numbers, the Soldiers they sent out had no formation; it was just a chaotic individual melee. Losing was normal, and in the end, it was the Bomb that played a role.

Xiong and Shaoyin sighed as they spoke. The other generals listened, and their hearts were not at ease either; they felt very angry. If there hadn't been this steep slope here, they could have charged without any hesitation and cut through the opposite side like slicing melons and vegetables.

But it was also true that when facing so many enemies, they still could not give up occupying such a good, high position and such a good advantage. The strength of the enemy and themselves, it seemed now, was not much different; they had to obtain such an advantage to be able to widen the gap.

Xiong could only think that in the future, they could not act so rashly. Huaxia's Soldiers must adhere to Huaxia's fighting style; only then could they bring out the full power of Huaxia's weapons and Huaxia's combat system, and better reduce casualties.

So many Soldiers had died all at once; it would be very difficult for him to explain when he returned. Moreover, some of the injured Soldiers had already lost their combat effectiveness. Even if they returned to Huaxia, it would be very difficult for them to continue staying in the army, as their bodies had already developed major problems. Only those who had suffered minor injuries could remain in the army after their wounds healed.