When he opened his eyes again, Fried found that he was lying on a clean hospital bed with a needle stuck on the back of his hand and a transparent plastic bag hanging above his head.
This thing made him feel fresh, because he had seen an infusion once in his country, but it was in a crude-looking glass bottle.
Now he is using a square transparent bag, the material looks like plastic. This thing is very new and rare in the Dorne Empire.
He continued to look at the surrounding environment curiously, and found that he was not the only one lying here. The entire tent looked very spacious, and there were at least twenty hospital beds inside, each with one on each bed.
Some are dwarves, some are humans. Many dwarves have no beards and have high hairlines. Some are even bald. Their bald faces look funny. But he knows that these dwarves are pilots just like him.
.
Only dwarves who need to wear oxygen masks would reluctantly shave off their beards, and only people who breathe pure oxygen for a long time would suffer such severe hair loss.
Fried seemed to be the last poor guy to wake up in the room, because he clearly saw a dwarf leisurely flipping through a magazine from the Tang Empire while receiving an infusion, and two humans were lying on the hospital bed and gesticulating.
Conversation in a low voice.
There were also people sitting cross-legged on the bed, playing with playing cards. It seemed that the situation had been laid out for a good game, and they didn't know what new method they were playing.
He had also played poker in Dorne, but the gameplay was different in different places. Some people even developed their own gameplay and could play there for a whole day.
"Are you awake?" A dwarf wearing an Ice Empire Air Force uniform without any identifying marks on his body asked angrily when he saw Fried opening his eyes and walking over with something in his arms.
There were no epaulettes or collar patches on his military uniform, and there were no armed belts or anything like that. What he was holding was not medical equipment, but some messy books and magazines.
"I'm Fokker, the vice-captain of the 7th Air Force of the Ice Empire." The dwarf introduced himself and put the things he was holding on Fried's bedside table: "Here I am responsible for distributing magazines and taking care of patients.
...Look what you need?"
As he spoke, he also took out a pair of relatively worn playing cards, and explained sheepishly: "They are all old, there is nothing we can do... We are all prisoners here, so we can only use things that others don't use."
"Where am I? Here..." Freed wanted to understand his situation, so he asked the dwarf in front of him who seemed to know a lot.
The dwarf named Fokker scratched his head: "This is a prisoner-of-war camp of the Tang Empire, or a prisoner-of-war hospital. You were sent here yesterday, and most of the people here were sent here yesterday... As for me, how many days ago
Those who were shot down before were captured after parachuting and are here to take care of the sick."
As he spoke, he pointed to himself: "I am also a prisoner of war, but I can walk around freely. They take good care of the pilots. As you can see, the conditions here are very good. Of course, there will be some Scud missile attacks."
, it’s just not common.”
Fried listened to what he said, then looked at the box of old playing cards, then looked at the magazines with advertisements for beautiful women, and finally selected a stack of newspapers to keep.
Fogg stuffed the playing cards into his pocket, picked up the remaining magazines and books, and left after telling time for dinner.
Soon, a Tang Army doctor with a stethoscope hanging around his neck walked into the tent and asked about everyone's condition starting from the position closest to the door.
When he walked to Fried's bed, a tired smile appeared on his face: "Not bad, I woke up. How do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable? You were still tied up when they picked you up.
On the ejection seat, there are many scars on the body, and I have arranged anti-inflammatory medicine for you."
"Thank you." Fried could feel that his condition seemed to be pretty good, which had a lot to do with the other party not giving up on treating him, so he thanked him.
Just as he was speaking, there was another noise from the door. Several Tang officers filed in and came to the tent.
They looked at the human pilot lying on the bed, and then they didn't shy away and started talking to themselves on the spot.
"It has been interrogated. These pilots are all from Dorne, this, this, and all." A young officer introduced the situation to his superior: "The Ice Empire has received reinforcements, at least 200 aircraft, and related
The ground crew and pilots... The fighter type Dorn participated in was the Saber. Yesterday they almost came out in full force. We shot down hundreds of planes. Today they are much more honest."
"Did you take out all the coffins?" the leading officer asked with a sneer.
"More or less, they exposed two small field airports, and probably even the reserve team was dispatched." The young officer nodded and said.
Fried listened to the conversation between these Tang officers and wanted to retort, but found that he could not say a harsh word at all.
He did go out yesterday and participated in the battle... But he was shot down and he is already lying here... In a situation like this, what else can he say?
When he recalled the piercing sirens and the despair he felt a second before parachuting, he couldn't say anything strong.
"They flew thousands of kilometers and crossed several countries...to come here to die...I really don't know whether to feel sad for them or laugh." The leading Tang officer looked at Fried: "Many of them are still...
We taught it..."
"We didn't teach them such clumsy tactics... In fact, as far as I know, many of the pilots who studied abroad are not qualified to fly airplanes." An air force officer next to him helplessly answered and explained a few words:
"They are not trusted at all in their own country. They have no authority to direct air combat and are prohibited from participating in many decision-making tasks."
"That is the loss of these countries!" The leading officer curled his lips: "It is also the luck of these pilots. However, it is really not popular to avoid war like those air force commanders of Qin State."
"If we let those cowards take command, they won't even dare to let us take off to fight!" Fried couldn't help but interjected, expressing his disdain for those cowards.
"Really?" Several Tang officers looked at him, and one of them smiled disdainfully and said, "Do you still think they are cowards?"
As if a fish bone was stuck in his throat, Fried stood there in a daze, and did not say a word until the Tang officers left.
