Welcome to 19th-century Europe, where strength reigns supreme

Valentina spent a long time, she worked tirelessly for a long time, from the moment she entered the ward, to the rescue of the French soldiers.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening. Juliet was already asleep on her side. Pierre came over and said, "Miss Lenna, you have been working for several hours. Your body will collapse."

"Um……"

"Don't um...go and rest quickly, I'll take care of the rest."

"Mr. Pierre...what are your views on this war?" Valentina asked.

"War? It's just killing people... Unfavorable news from the front continues to spread, and there are more and more wounded..."

Pierre sat on the floor aside, "I am a surgeon in Paris... I was drafted into the army. I only experienced less than three days of training and was sent to such a front-line place. It is really unlucky."

"Has Mr. Pierre ever thought of running away?"

"Escape? Of course, but I am a Frenchman and France is my motherland. No matter what, I should protect it... But this requires sending soldiers to the battlefield. Maybe the soldiers who worked hard to save them today may , will die under the enemy's gun tomorrow... Wounded soldiers like these in front of us may be able to survive, or they may die tomorrow. War is this kind of thing."

After Valentina bandaged the last wounded person, she also rested with her back against the wall. "France took the initiative to declare war on Prussia, right? Why?"

"For honor... no, for His Majesty the Emperor himself. If such words are heard by the Gendarmerie, they will be shot. The people in Paris seem to have been brainwashed... People who have not experienced war will always have doubts about war. Have beautiful fantasies.

I once asked them, ‘Is war really that beautiful? Can war really fill us with honor? Doesn’t war make us die? ’…It’s stupid, right? But that’s what I really thought at the time, and I wanted to refute them no matter what, because I didn’t want them to die, so I said that..."

Valentina stared into Pierre's eyes, which were a pair of blue eyes, very pure.

Pierre wiped his eyes and said, "Sorry, I made you laugh. You are from the Alsace-Lorraine region. I once had friends who were from the Alsace-Lorraine region. Maybe you have also We know each other."

"Maybe... I always feel like we are a bit similar..."

Valentina was very tired all over, she had been stressed out all day, and she was finally able to take a little rest.

The moment Valentina closed her eyes, she immediately fell asleep. Pierre tried to shout, "Miss Lenna?"

When there was no response, Pierre immediately searched Valentina's pockets. There was nothing hidden, just in the pocket of her underwear.

"The Fourth Prussian Army... Sure enough, it's the same whether it's here or there..."

……

Early the next morning, Valentina heard several strange sounds coming from around her, like some kind of moaning.

Valentina opened her eyes. It was the Prussian soldier.

"Soldier? Are you okay?"

Valentina helped him up and let him drink some water. Finally the Prussian soldier opened his eyes.

"Were you... a medic at that time? Where are we now? A Prussian military camp?"

"We are now in the French military camp."

"What, cough cough cough..."

"Don't get too excited. Your current physical condition is very dangerous. It's best not to move around, and don't do anything that will irritate the French army."

The soldier grabbed Valentina's collar and said, "You traitor! Why are you doing this! It's better for me to die on the battlefield than to be humiliated in the enemy camp, right?"

Valentina endured his anger silently and did not use any big reason to refute him. Every word was so unforgettable.

"Sure enough, women like you shouldn't be allowed to serve as soldiers!"

"Yes, I'm very sorry. I let you live without permission. It doesn't matter if you hate me. It's all my fault."

Valentina comforted him, it didn't matter even if she said bad words, of course, if she didn't save him at that time, he could have become a hero as he wished, but Valentina ruined his ideal, she let him go without authorization He survived, and since he did it, he must bear the consequences.

The Prussian soldier had just woken up and had little strength. He could only treat the woman in front of him with what he thought was the worst attitude.

why? Why isn't she angry...is she pitying me?

The Prussian soldier couldn't help but think that no matter what, it was a pity that he survived... The guy who was eager to die didn't die in the end.

In the morning, food was distributed in the military camp, and Valentina got a few pieces of bread along with her. For some reason, she saw many soldiers being lazy before, but today everyone seemed to be a different person.

"Are you the doctor who came yesterday?" asked the French army cook.

"Yes."

"Let me get you some more bread. Doctors have a very hard job, right?"

"No need, let's give it to the soldiers."

"You have saved so many lives, so you must eat more, right? What's more, you are a woman, so you need to eat more."

After the cook brought two more pieces of bread to Valentina and thanked her, Valentina returned to the ward and gently woke up Juliet.

"Juliet."

"Lenna...am I asleep?"

"Eat something, I brought two more loaves of bread."

Juliet took the bread, which was still a little hot. It was an ordinary piece of bread, but why was it so fragrant?

"good to eat……"

"Do you still want to eat? I have a few more here."

"No, no, if I eat everything, won't you be gone?"

"I'm not hungry, you can eat." Valentina put the bread on Juliet's hand.

Juliet said, "Why?"

"what?"

"It's completely different from what was said in the military academy... Aren't the French evil? Why do they give us bread now?"

"Yeah... why?"

Valentina looked at the Prussian soldier, "Do you want to eat?"

"I will not eat the food given by the French." Although he said this, the Prussian soldier was already very hungry.

"Eat it, and if you hate me, live a good life, and then beat me up when you get back to Prussia."

"Isn't that just like scum?"

"Do the bastards who are so eager to die still know that they are scum?"

"What did you say?" The Prussian soldier looked at Valentina angrily.

"I said you are a bastard who is eager to die. Why did you come to this world? You were not born to die in such an inexplicable place, right?"

The Prussian soldier was stunned. He had never thought about this problem.

"The meaning of your birth is to kill others and be killed by others in a foreign country. Do you think this is the case? Valentina stuffed the bread into his mouth.

"Eat it for me, and then live well. If you die, there will be nothing left. Live, go back to Prussia, and see your family."