'Am I dead?
How are the brothers of the Iron-Blood Camp?
A few minutes after I killed that old man, I clearly felt that those undead monsters of Black Feathers Regiment became restless. Some parts of the regiment were already in chaos. Their attacks were not as sharp as before. Everyone should be fine, right? '
When Zhang Tie regained his consciousness for the first time, he only thought about what had happened that night for a short while before he felt very fatigued. His body seemed to have disappeared as if he had been dragged into a bottomless quagmire by a pitch-black hand. Gradually, he lost all of his senses.
...
When Zhang Tie regained his consciousness for the second time, he felt like being stuffed into an iron can. His body was heavy and oppressive, without any gap. It was like being inserted with many tubes. Many people were standing beside him. He could hear intermittent sounds of leather boots rubbing against the floor.
Someone was talking beside him...
"Miracle? Don't tell me about miracle. Doctor, I only need him to survive. This man is the most excellent military officer of the empire, the hero of the Iron-Blood Camp of No. 39 Division... Here's my senior recovery medicament. You have to save him at all costs. This is my order. Do you understand what I mean? "
"Yes, general..."
The sound of leather boots rubbing against the floor gradually faded away. Deep darkness attacked him once again. Zhang Tie tried his best to resist the gravitational force of the darkness. However, after a few seconds, his consciousness sank into the water once again.
...
When his consciousness floated up for the third time, Zhang Tie felt that his body had been liberated from the iron can. However, he still couldn't feel anything. It was very quiet in the surroundings. He wanted to open his eyes; however, he failed. Finally, after trying for quite a while, he still couldn't see any light. Finally, under his persistent efforts, a part of his hand seemed to move. Then, he heard a high-pitched female shriek...
"His fingers moved, his fingers moved..." His fingers moved … "The scream was mixed with great surprise. She repeated the same words as she ran into the distance.
Only after more than ten seconds, a lot of leather boots squeezed in.
"His blood pressure has risen..."
"His pulse has recovered to about 40 beats per minute, and it's getting stronger and stronger..."
"Battle God bless us. Second Lieutenant Spear has finally come back to life … "
"Thank God …" Some people actually cried tears of joy. Everyone in the room suddenly let out a sigh of relief, which suddenly turned the room into a huge bellows. This huge bellows seemed to have been stirred up by someone in an instant. The entire room was filled with a "hu" sound …
"Hurry up, report to General Schwartz. We've lived up to your expectations. The bravest officer of the Iron Horn Army has been saved by us..." This voice sounded weak.
This time, Zhang Tie's consciousness didn't sink into the water; instead, it floated on the water like duckweed. After a short while, Zhang Tie had felt a deep sense of tiredness and weakness. Zhang Tie then fell into a deep sleep.
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Zhang Tie didn't know how long had he slept. When he woke up, he found that body which had disappeared for many days had returned together with the deep pain all over his body.
Sometimes, pain is a gift. It can at least make you feel alive.
Zhang Tie had experienced such pain many times in the Trouble-reappearance Situations before. It was the feeling of being swarmed by a pack of wild wolves and being torn into pieces after being defeated in a fight with them.
At this moment, Zhang Tie felt that his body was a pile of broken pieces.
Because of this inhuman pain, Zhang Tie couldn't help but moan.
The sound of boots pounding against the ground could be heard again.
This time, there were definitely more people pouring in than the first time.
"His body has already recovered its senses, which is a good sign..."
"All the indicators of his body continue to rise..."
"I suggest to inject a small amount of SPC medicament..."
"Agreed!"
More than ten seconds later, Zhang Tie felt a chill in his arm, as if he had been pricked by a needle. Starting from the place where the needle had been pricked, a cool feeling slowly spread over his body, and the tearing pain was immediately relieved.
Zhang Tie then opened his eyes. A room full of solemn-looking doctors in white coats appeared in front of Zhang Tie. Almost everyone was looking at him with a concerned look.
To be honest, it was the first time for Zhang Tie to be watched by so many strangers with such a concerned look since he was born.
The moment the doctor who was pricking Zhang Tie's arm raised his head and saw Zhang Tie opening his eyes, his hand quivered and almost dropped the needle.
There was a slight uproar in the ward. All the doctors looked a bit excited. Nobody spoke; instead, they just sent a message of excitement to each other with their eyes. Only a 50-odd man standing in front of Zhang Tie's bed took a deep breath before carefully lowering his body and asking in a low voice, "Can you speak? How do you feel?"
"Thanks... thanks!" Zhang Tie struggled to say two words. He knew that without these doctors, he would have died for sure. Therefore, the first thing he said when he woke up was to express his sincere thanks to the doctors in the ward.
After straightening up, the doctor took in a deep breath before turning around to look at the other colleagues in the ward. "Thanks, he said thanks to you all!"
All the doctors and nurses in the ward revealed a smile.
Zhang Tie continued to move his mouth and uttered the second sentence, "You're a good girl.
"How... how are the brothers of the Iron-Blood Camp... how... how many of them came back alive?"
At this moment, Zhang Tie had gradually recovered a bit. When he said this, everybody in the ward could hear it.
"562 people of the Iron-Blood Camp of No. 39 Division came back. They are taking a rest now..."
Hearing this, Zhang Tie's tears flowed down at once. The other meaning of this figure was that 657 people of the Iron-Blood Camp were sacrificed that night. Most of those who could come back were wounded. As a result, the entire Iron-Blood Camp of No. 39 Division was killed at once. This iron-like troop was almost crippled in the bloody battle that night. Numerous fresh lives were turned into iron filings and fell to the ground. This was the cruelty of the war.
Zhang Tie didn't know how many familiar faces he couldn't see anymore. Therefore, he cried silently. He just shed tears.
Heroes' tears could move people's hearts the most. Sincere feelings could move people's hearts. All the doctors and nurses in the ward were moved. All the doctors and nurses in the ward had turned red. At this moment, most of their eyes turned red.
...
On the first afternoon after he woke up, Zhang Tie had already known what had happened during this period. Many things were out of Zhang Tie's imagination.
The first thing that Zhang Tie had not imagined was that he had been in a coma for two weeks after coming back from that battlefield. It was the first time for him to open his eyes today.
The second thing that Zhang Tie had not imagined was that... During the two weeks when he was in a coma, the name Second Lieutenant Spear Throwing Zhang Tie had become famous in the 7th Corps of the Iron-Horn Army which belonged to No. 39 Division. Even Major General Schwartz, the regiment commander of the corps, had known what had happened to him. While he was in the hospital, Major General Schwartz had personally come to visit him. In order to heal his injuries, Major General Schwartz had taken out a bottle of Advanced Recovery Potion from his private collection for his treatment and recovery.
The third thing that Zhang Tie had not imagined was that he had been forced to leave the frontline theater of operations without even seeing Kalur City. The hospital he was in was the best hospital in Blapei, a small city over 120 km away from the rear of the Kalur Theater of Operations. This city was one of the 17 allied cities of the Andaman Alliance and was famous for its grains and Blapei black beer.
The Iron-Blood Camp of No. 39 Division was now resting in a battle fortress in the frontline. Before Zhang Tie recovered, he might not be able to return to the Iron-Blood Camp.
Speaking of his wounds, although the doctors in this hospital didn't explain it, Zhang Tie felt that his physical condition was very bad. Although he had already woken up, he still could not move his body. It was really uncomfortable to have a urethral catheter inserted into his little brother, especially with several bottles of urine dripping from his hand. The upper part of the urine dripped in and the lower part of the urine dripped out, making Zhang Tie feel like a rusty, scrapped component that was being cleaned with machine oil.
Every day, the nurse who took care of Zhang Tie would turn Zhang Tie over and give him a massage, saying that she wanted to relax the blood vessels on Zhang Tie's back. It was the first time for Zhang Tie to enjoy such a massage service since he was born, so he didn't feel happy at all. Instead, he had a strong premonition that something was wrong with his body.
Zhang Tie was very depressed. Previously, he could jump and run everywhere, and even wild wolves could not catch him. But now, he was afraid that he would get sick just lying down.
The only thing that comforted Zhang Tie was that although he was injured, the marvelous arched door in his mind that could access to the Castle of Black Iron remained unchanged. The golden swirl of spiritual energy in his mind was also gradually recovering along with his physical condition.
Five days after Zhang Tie woke up, the urethral catheter was finally pulled out. At this moment, although Zhang Tie was still weak, he could at least get off the bed and walk a few steps by supporting himself against the wall.
It was also on this day that Zhang Tie finally learned about his physical condition. The one who told him the news was not a doctor in the hospital, but a major adjutant of General Schwartz who had specially come to the hospital.
The adjutant of General Schwartz brought Zhang Tie an Iron-Blood Medal, an order of commendation for promotion to first lieutenant, and the news that Zhang Tie was most afraid of.
"First Lieutenant Zhang Tie, after being diagnosed by the best doctor in the army, I'm afraid that you will not be able to return to the Iron-Blood Camp of No. 39 Division. General Schwartz really appreciates your brave performance on the battlefield. As you can no longer go to the battlefield, he has transferred you to the Logistics Department of the Iron-Horn Army and found you an easy civilian job. After you recover, you can report to the Logistics Department of the Iron-Horn Army in Blapei."
Zhang Tie's face turned pale...
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