Flowers, Swords and France

As the two marshals thought, under the strong attack of the British army on the left wing, the main force of the Russian army was attracted to its right wing to defend, and at this time Lucien climbed over the cliff on the other flank and attacked, which seriously disrupted the Russian army's position.

Although Lucien had few troops, the Russian army only deployed a small number of reserve troops here, and they were immediately defeated under the charge of the French army, and their defeat also put the artillery positions in the rear in danger.

Seeing that the battle on the right wing was scorching, the left wing was broken through by a roundabout way, and the battles in other areas were also very tight. Not only the Russian commander, but also the officers and soldiers below gradually fell into despair. They all knew that this battle might not be won.

Soon, the Russian army's front began to loosen, and then, under the command of the commander, the retreat of the small troops turned into the retreat of the entire front. A large number of Russian troops began to retreat with artillery, preparing to retreat to the Sevastopol Fortress to defend.

The Russian army's retreat was not well organized. Because of the chaos in the command system and the fact that a large number of frontline officers had been injured or died in the previous battle, a large number of troops were almost paralyzed and lost their command. The wounded and the fleeing soldiers were crowded together on the road, blocking the way of other well-organized troops. It was not until the cavalry drove them back to action and they left the battlefield in the afternoon.

If it were not for the calm response of the remaining Russian rear guard troops and their desperate efforts to delay time, it would be difficult to organize even the retreat. However, even so, the result of this battle was certain, and the Russian army had already lost.

At dusk, the originally fierce battlefield finally fell into calm. The huge area was turned into a bloody slaughterhouse, with corpses and blood everywhere. Even those who survived were covered in filth and looked listless. The previous war had exhausted their strength and energy. They now seemed to be ten years older and could no longer see the high spirits before.

Under the setting sun, these soldiers either paced in the battlefield like zombies, or simply stood there with their guns, staring blankly at the sky and the distance. Victory brought them not only joy, but also exhaustion.

And right under their sight, a large number of prisoners were escorted to the temporary prisoner-of-war camp in the rear. They were even more dejected, and right next to them, many people were lying on the ground groaning because of serious injuries, and they were about to die.

Lucien walked in the remnants of this battlefield. The familiar village has now become a ruin under the artillery fire. In just one day, it seems that this place has changed its appearance. How many young people's hopes, beliefs and even lives have been ruined here forever.

There is no way, this is war. He thought.

And the horror brought by the war is not limited to this small area on the front line. In the hospital in the rear, this horror is also fully revealed. It can even be said that the horror here is more severe than on the battlefield, because the blood and body parts are much more dense.

This is a temporary field hospital. Since yesterday afternoon, wounded soldiers have been sent here continuously. After the war was fully launched, the hospital was even more full of wounded soldiers, turning into a living war exhibition hall, or a hell on earth.

Flan, wearing a nurse's uniform, was moving around in every corner of the temporary hospital with the nurses she recruited, trying to put the wounded on the bed and disinfect their wounds.

The war on the front line was in full swing. The beautiful village and river had now become an extremely efficient human slaughterhouse. The god of death showed a hideous sneer here, harvesting fresh souls in the rumbling sound of artillery fire, but many people were still struggling to survive, trying to fight against the god of death's scythe. After the battle, these wounded were sent to the hospital for the final rescue.

There are about dozens of doctors in the hospital here. Most of them came here on a voluntary basis from China. They work enthusiastically and want to fight the god of death here. It takes a little courage to come to this terrible place. No one cares about personal gains and losses, because they know that just a few kilometers away from them, tens of thousands of people are facing the danger of life. A small number of people are students from the laboratory of the Treville family in Giverny. They have all gone through previous germ research and have accumulated a lot of clinical experience. Now they are ready to carry out practical operations here so that the army will not lose a large number of personnel due to the epidemic.

When recruiting nurses as volunteers, Fran never forgot that doctors are the protagonists who help patients. She spent a lot of money to recruit these doctors, and also equipped some young medical students and other volunteers who are responsible for chores. In addition, a foundation was set up for the field hospital, which was specially sent to purchase supplies and collect physical objects donated by people from all over the country, such as mattresses, gauze and various foods. These collected materials are now piled up in the military supply depot and warehouse, enough to meet the needs of a large number of wounded.

In the large ward of the hospital, officers are usually separated from other people and are treated better than ordinary wounded people. The wounded and sick patients of the Russian army who are sent here are not mixed with the sick and wounded of the coalition forces. Outside the hospital, Rows of hospital beds are arranged closely, and on the shelf above each bed are the military uniforms and military caps of the wounded, so that you can quickly see which army they belong to and what their military rank is.

Even so, the number of beds here is still very tight due to the large number of injured people brought here. In order to prevent visitors from flooding in and disrupting the medical work, the hospital had to take some measures to prevent the intrusion of idlers. The wounded who were brought in were lying on the ground one by one. Some looked ferocious, swearing, and were suffering from injuries; some looked very docile, as if they had lost interest in everything. Some people grumbled and complained about why they had come to such a hellish place.

Here, there are no heroes left, everyone is suffering, but even so, they are still soldiers who have completed their duties, and no one has the right to blame them.

In the inner hall of the hospital, there is the operating room. A large group of seriously injured patients were brought here. Although they all received good care, this kind of care was in a large sense too late for them. Some people have fallen into coma and will soon be taken away by death, while some people will have their limbs amputated.

At this time, Fran was working as an assistant next to a group of doctors. Lying on the bed was an officer in uniform. He had fought very bravely before and had made great achievements, but he also suffered a serious gunshot wound in his leg. At this time, his scorched face had a painful expression, his eyes were red and sunken inward, and his whole body was heating up due to a high fever, which was caused by wound infection. His condition was very bad. The wound on his leg was large, exposing the muscles and bones inside, and there were already signs of suppuration.

As the doctors approached, the brave officer seemed to understand something, and fear showed on his face.

Yes, the bravery of the warrior once was now replaced, and he seemed to understand what was waiting for him. He didn't want anyone to get close to his injured leg. When the amputation surgeon passed by his bed, he first jerked it to the side out of habit. Then he realized that he no longer had his sword, so he grabbed the doctor directly. He held his hands tightly in his hot hands and shouted loudly to the other party, "Don't cut my legs! Just kill me! I don't want to be crippled! Don't cut my legs! Please!"

Although his shouts were very sad, the doctors were silent. The operation must be done, and it must be done as soon as possible. His wounds need to be treated as soon as possible, and there are at least a dozen other people who need surgery this afternoon, countless others. People were waiting to dress the wound, and no one had time to stop for him, even though he was a brave and meritorious officer.

These volunteer surgeons suppressed the struggling officer expressionlessly. Fortunately, he now had no strength due to injuries, so he had no way to resist and could only watch helplessly being pinned down on the bed.

Here, anesthetics or strong alcohol are sometimes used to relieve pain, but anesthetics often cause side effects, and sometimes even cause death. Moreover, the stock of anesthetics is not enough now, so the operation can only be forced on him.

The amputation had to start from the upper third of the thigh. For this poor man, he could only make a choice between becoming disabled and dying. However, he did not have the courage to make such a choice and it was too late to muster the courage. Facing what was about to happen, he could only close his eyes in pain, trembling and pleading to the doctors.

The surgeon didn't answer him. A young assistant grabbed both arms of the patient, while another medical soldier held the patient's uninjured leg and pressed him on the bed with all his strength. The officer cried out in terror and twitched like a drowning man. His arms were almost pressing the neck of the young assistant standing next to him. The surgeon in charge had taken off his coat and rolled up his sleeves to his shoulders. He ignored the shouts and held the sharp scalpel in his hand. The knife went around the leg and cut open the skin, exposing the blood vessels inside.

Read the original text in Liu#9@书/吧!

At this moment, screams suddenly spread throughout the hospital. This was not only from the pain, but also from the fear of losing limbs. The officer's face had been deformed, and he was twisted in pain. His hands were touching the face of the person next to him, as if he was a drowning person.

The doctor began to separate the skin from the underlying muscles under the wound on the thigh, then cut off the flesh on the skin, lifted the skin up a little, and then returned to use the scalpel in his hand to cut in hard. In the flesh, it was cut straight to the bone. In a roar that seemed to be earth-shattering, a stream of blood spurted out from the disconnected vein, splashing on the doctor and the people next to him, and flowing to the floor. The doctor remained expressionless and said nothing.

The officers howled and cursed them, but they didn't say a word. They were in a hurry now, and there were so many people who needed their treatment. In this hellish place, only ruthlessness is the greatest mercy.

After cutting the blood vessels, the doctor picked up the saw and sawed on the bone. The creaking sound was like a carpenter sawing a piece of wood. This sound fell into the ears of Fran who was standing next to him. It was so terrible that Fran's face turned pale. She would never forget this sound in her life.

The weak body of the wounded could not withstand the severe pain. Finally, he stopped cursing and fainted directly. He stopped groaning. The doctor was afraid that he would die like this, so he opened his eyelids and measured his breathing to find out if he was still alive. Then, they used the spare stimulant to wake the officer up.

He was exhausted, completely collapsed, and became a disabled person, but at least he was alive, and maybe he could live for many years, because he no longer had to fight, and he would be sent on the ship back home.

Looking at his coma and the thigh that was cut off and still shaking slightly on the ground, Fran closed her eyes.

Is this all we want, brother?