Habri's cheeks suddenly bulged, like an irritated toad. He hated people calling him Ogryn. In fact, he firmly believed that he was a decent human being because the old couple who picked him up had always been
Instilled in him in this way, although they live in a garbage dump, it does not affect their purity as human beings. It is also because of their teachings that they have Habri's kind-hearted character that is completely inconsistent with his physique.
During this time, Hubli has been very worried. He is very worried about his adoptive parents, because they are very old, and what will happen if they are not taken care of by him for such a long time.
Fortunately, Hashet often said that the war was almost over, and Habri felt better. He also thought about the "allowance" he had accumulated during this period after the war was over-actually the saved ration bars, and
Some small trophies were used to buy a pair of mechanical auxiliary legs for his adoptive father, because he injured his knee while scavenging and had some difficulty in moving.
"Okay, okay, I understand."
After dilly-dallying for a while, Habri finally overcame his fear. The doctor used scissors to cut open his sleeve and was surprised to find a blood-stained hole on his hairy arm.
"Well, it's a small problem, but it's thanks to your rough skin and thick flesh."
Gotabiren said while poking at the wound, while Habri shivered in pain.
"It looks like you were injured by a piece of shrapnel, which took away a little bit of flesh but left no bones or blood vessels."
As he spoke, he dipped a cotton swab into the plate and applied some disinfectant to the wound. Then he took out some white powder from the box, poured it on the wound, then pressed the gauze pad against the hole, and used
A half dozen tapes hold the dressing in place.
"Maybe you didn't realize there was a hole in your body before? I guess your feeling will come back soon. There is a high probability that you will find that the wound hurts like having your balls cut off, so I don't rule out that your internal organs may also be affected.
I don't have the equipment to hold on to these injuries, so the best thing is for you to sit here for half an hour while I observe."
Then he turned to look at Hayes.
"Lucky Hayes, do you have any pain killers?"
Lucky Hayes, everyone gave him the nickname, but Hayes never felt that he had any good luck.
"Four vials, in my medical bag."
"Okay, let me see."
When the medical officer saw Hayes' hesitation, he stretched out his hand to signal.
"Kit check, as the company medical officer, it's my job to make sure you're fully equipped."
"Uncle Hashet said you would take our first aid supplies."
Although he said this, Hayes still picked up the slender rectangular medical bag from his belt and handed it over.
The doctor opened the metal buckle on the medical bag and flipped through it to examine the contents.
"Well, that old guy Hachet does know a lot, so he should have told you that my needs are greater than yours, especially in this damn underground, the number of wounded is ten times that of last week, I will not have to
I won’t requisition some of your first aid supplies.”
"But you can't take anything from my medical bag."
Hayes said angrily.
"The regulations say——"
"The regulations say a lot."
As Gotabilon spoke, he took out some things from the medical bag, and then returned the bag to Hayes.
"But we can all be sure that no matter which genius wrote it, they will not bother to find out whether they can work in practice. Anyway, I left half of it for you. Only by pooling medical resources can we save more people. I
I believe you can understand this."
Of course Hayes understood, so he just complained. He knew very well how serious the shortage of medicines in field hospitals was.
"But if I'm seriously injured—"
"Then you need a medic. Just scream loudly and I will run over."
Hayes shook his head helplessly, and then said to Habri:
"I'm going to prepare some food. You can let the doctor observe you here. When you're ready, just go to the battalion headquarters to find me."
Afterwards, he left the field hospital and came to a temporary camp belonging to his company.
After lifting the rag, he was greeted by a warm air mixed with the thick smell of smoke and old sweat. Hayes walked past several comrades playing dice on the wooden board, and then walked into the temporary kitchen at the back.
, inside you can still see two rows of rusty metal bunks lined up on both sides of the iron stove in the center of the camp. Some people from the third company were sitting there chatting, eating or cleaning their weapons, and some people gathered in twos and threes to gather their weapons.
Inhaling some powder into the nose or greedily licking a colorful chip, high-intensity underground operations have made many soldiers dependent on "special drugs", but Hashet has always warned Hayes to stay away from such things. (
Anti-complaints: Drug abuse is very common among the Astra Militarum. There are a lot of descriptions in the content related to Commissar Kane. Don’t imagine the Astra Militarum as a hyper-realistic armed force with high consciousness. The background of the Imperial Army is basically a feudal army or
Semi-feudal army, occasionally some special ones such as Krieg are not representative)
The crumbling shelves and niches cut into the rock of the walls were filled with cleared equipment. Laser gun power packs, frag grenades, ration boxes, shotgun shells, bayonets and knives and shovels of all shapes and sizes could be seen.
, pickaxes, hand axes, lanterns, uniforms, helmets, body armor, and even a burnt metal aquila emblem, possibly from a burned chapel.
This is also very strange. It seems that these traitors also worship the emperor. Do they expect to be redeemed?
But the priests claimed that they had been abandoned by the Emperor.
"Ah, Lucky Hayes."
A sergeant saw Hayes and smiled, pushing aside the rucksack to make room for him to pass by. A smile flashed in his red-rimmed eyes.
"Are you even done? Want some wine? I have some brewed."
Then he turned to look at a broken pot of wine standing precariously on a small stove nearby, took out a pair of enamel cups, and filled them with steaming black liquid.
"Try it. Our special beetle roasting is good and hot. Although it is made from underground beetles and some ground tubers instead of real wine, it is already good. After all, even if it is made by the God Emperor himself,
It's hard to find any real ingredients in this hell, although we all know He can work miracles. To make it a little more stimulating, I mixed in a tenth dose of stimulating powder, which by the way tastes amazing
magic."
Hayes smiled and nodded, took the cup handed by the other party and walked aside. He had no intention of drinking it, but he knew that Uncle Hachet liked this "alcoholic drink" very much, so he put it aside and waited for the other party to come back.
He sat on a stool made of unknown debris, lit the remaining fuel with a lighter, placed the dark pot on the bonfire, then picked up the kettle and poured the remaining water into it.
While waiting for the water to boil, he stretched out his hands to feel the rare residual warmth, but the underground was not completely useless, at least he didn't have to endure the biting cold wind on the surface of the planet.
Staring at the flames, Hayes had an illusion in a trance, as if the dead people appeared around him again, Fitz and Jung.
They were just talking and laughing as before, preparing the unpalatable food with everyone. Suddenly, the flames jumped, and Hayes blinked. There was no one around him, and the water was already boiling. He was silent.
Standing up, he dug out the last bag of corpse starch from the almost empty crate, poured a quarter of it into the pot, and stirred it with a wooden stick like a machine -
After all, this kind of food cannot bring any expectations.