Early in the morning, a few mercenaries and the children headed to the field hospital.
Ments are new home, Simon, true, Krishna, Mirko, Ignaz. Eighteen other mercenaries and seven juvenile soldiers have come. Thirty-one in total.
One tank was placed in front of the alley leading to the field hospital. It originally belonged to government forces, but fortunately, they were able to take it while in good condition.
At the end of a long and narrow back alley, the basement of the nearly broken mansion is the field hospital. The battle was probably true to see that it would take place in this alley.
While I was strolling to grasp the surrounding terrain, I also heard gunshots without pulling from afar. The battle is always taking place somewhere.
Truth is, in the alley, I saw an unusual sight.
On the slab between the narrow alley walls and the walls is a pile of earthworms. Just around the height of a man's head. I guess this is an anti-sniper shield. Honestly, I don't mind, but it's better than no.
"If you're trying to block your gaze, putting a cloth on top would be more effective. I can't prevent bullets, but it works great to prevent aim"
"Think about it"
In response to a proposal for a new home, an anti-government army field hospital defense unit soldier responded with a loving laugh.
"This guy is definitely not motivated. I think he's a mercenary and he's underestimated me. I can't forgive him."
A new home whispering in Simon's ear.
"If I had the chance, I'd sue a higher human being."
Simon slaps on the shoulder of his new home and laughs.
This smile of Simon has a strange warmth that soothes the hearts of the beholder. Many times since I was young, my new home has just let Simon down with a smile on his side. It's also thanks to Simon's presence that an angry new home can quickly calm down.
"Before that opportunity, we're gonna fight here, right? We'll do it on our own. My life is at stake here. Let me do what I want."
I will never match them until I give them my life. From the bitter experience of dying to compromise and tailor them to fools, the newcomers have decided never to pull off the area.
One line goes into a building that is a field hospital.
The building made into a hospital was of considerable size in itself, but it was a very narrow and painful image because there were so many people all over it. The wounded are squatted or put to sleep. In addition, there are soldiers and wounded people, nurses, volunteers and doctors traveling in large numbers.
There were traces of blood on the hallway floor that had not yet been cleaned. There are also traces of blood that would have been punctured in large quantities. They are brown and discolored. On the contrary, even discolored fingers have fallen.
There were not enough beds for the patients and many of them were put to sleep on thin sheets on the hallway floor, some of which were clearly seriously injured.
"Woman would lend me a bed"
When Mirko spoke to the woman who had lost one arm sleeping in the hallway, the woman who had fallen asleep looked at Mirko and smiled.
"I was told. But I don't like being treated special because I'm a woman, and this is what I do. I want someone more seriously injured to sleep than I do. I have about one arm, and I'm fine with this."
In a clear voice, a woman lets her wink at Mirko.
"Nice lady. One."
Simon squeaked holding his head down.
"I shouted loudly for my rights to be equal only when convenient, and I just called it discrimination not to like it. Both rotten femmies, let me drink the dirt from her nails - let me. You just have to screw them instead."
In a position where the new home doesn't sound like a woman, she spits poison all she wants to say.
"No matter how careless you are, you're beyond your limits. Don't compare her noble soul to all those shitty bugs. No, don't put it out there with me. It would be rude to just think in your heart."
"I'm sorry...... but I really compare. The human mind can be so noble and beautiful that it is about to cry, but it can also be such a rotten geese that it is about to spit back. Oh, strange."
While Simon cautioned me and apologized, the claim was a new home I couldn't pull in.
"Shall we also look at the intensive care unit?
The commander of the Field Hospital Defense Unit speaks up. The new home nods silently, glancing at the true and Krishna. Mirko and Ignaerts went into the treatment room with only the mercenaries, as they were still talking to the woman in their arms.
The treatment room was lined with a large number of beds, so tragic that they wanted to cover their eyes.
Gauze, discoloured brown or black with blood, is scattered on the floor. Blood stains, as well as pieces of flesh with hair, had fallen. It really seemed like there wasn't even a lot of hygiene.
Nearest to the door, the doctor was in the process of cutting a woman's leg with a thread saw. Women seem to be anesthetized, meditating on their eyes and not reacting in any way. The legs that are cut are certainly irrevocable, like the only way to cut them anymore. No tip from the ankle, most of the calves are lost and exposed to the bones.
The child, who was corded all over his body and given a respiratory apparatus, at first glance looked as if his head was lost, but he was still alive. The monitor's cardiogram is normal. Though his skull is heavily damaged, his brain seems safe. My doctor was scraping a cross section of my skull.
Various other sights were seen, but only two of them were seen closely by the truth. That's all I'm hungry for.
Then we try to exchange information with the soldiers, with the patients who seem to be able to afford to talk, with their bodies. Or stand ear to ear.
"Commander Abbas is dead... The great brave men of the XVII Brigade..."
"On the other hand, he was always at the forefront. I lost a spare man."
"I lost by dealing with a lunatic named Mr. Ho in the Lost Paradigm. He's the one who runs around laughing in the bouncing of bullets."
"That's him... Shit, if I kill you right there..."
I heard Mr. Ho's name and Ignaerts slapped his flat hand with his fist in remorse.
"After a serious shortage of weapons, they started building their own handmade weapons. Looks like there's been an outburst and a dead man, but I can't stay alert."
A soldier from the Field Hospital Defense Forces gave me information I didn't know if I could be surprised or frightened.
"We've always had a one-sided advantage here, but we need to keep our heads tight."
Mirko didn't seem alarmed, he looked at Ignaerts and said.
"Are you telling me to keep an eye on you?"
"Yes, I am."
Mirko smiles at Ignaz, who speaks out of his mind.
"It's a rare pattern that government forces lack weapons. I know the other way around."
Simon puts his hand on his chin and looks strange.
"There is not only a shortage of weapons, but also soldiers and food. Fighting anti-government opponents in the city are all conscripted recruits, and low morale. There are soldiers who fall back over here."
The commander of the field hospital defense unit said...
"Yes, I'm an ex-government soldier who went back to sleep"
"Me, too."
Several deliberately raised their hands with a glimmer of laughter or a complex expression.
"Financial aid from Russia, which was on the buck, has been turned down much earlier. Not only that, but also limited to the merchants of death. Of course, some death merchants still deal with me, but they're just suspicious people who specialize in lateral flushing. That's why they use all the old, suspicious weapons."
That's what the commander shrugged his shoulder.
"The black market in that hand takes care of the free mercenaries, even if they cry. Mercenary school graduates are properly covered, though."
Simon said with a slightly better face.
"The omen of your enemy's massive counterattack and I don't want to see it. Institutionalists, who were given little weapons, no food, and low morale, have finally begun to come up with ideas, which can be described as beasts of hand, cramps"
The words of the new home resonated heavily with the mercenaries who were there, with Ignaz and Mirko, and with the soldiers of the Field Hospital Defense Forces.
That's when the shelling sounded.
"Oh, you're here."
Ignaerts to be a grooming face. The whole hospital gets nervous about the apparent raid.
"That was a pretty loud explosion."
"Oh."
Krishna says, and the new home nods.
"Tank hit"
An unpleasant air flowed among the soldiers in the hospital to reports of soldiers from the Field Hospital Defense Unit coming from outside.
"Did you just serve to reduce one enemy shell?
The new home is sarcastic, but there was no one to groan at. The other soldiers are in the same mood. For them, the reports that the tanks they had kept turned into crap in an instant were light and turning back.
"It was Mr. Ho's fault. From a prominent spot, I flat out let go of my RPG. And then I've provoked," Because I'm loved by God, I'll never hit your bullets. "
Soldier reporting to repentance.
"Then did I tell you to stand in the same place without hiding?
"Right. You should have said that. I was surprised."
To Simon's joke, the soldier who came to report laughs. More than one little laugh leaks from the other soldiers.
And an even worse report was made.
"A massively transported wounded man is being attacked on the boulevard!
"What are the measures?
A new home stares at the field commander.
"Nothing..."
"You idiot. That would have been predictable. Haven't you heard from him?
The commander is also annoyed at his new home, which he curses by becoming a ruthless figure.
"I was going to protect you in a tank. What are you guys doing here? He said it was just a mouthful."
"What the fuck..."
"Come on, new home. Let's go."
Simon put his hand on the shoulder of his new home and looked around at the mercenaries and the boys.
"Let's remind these guys, and the shitty Rosparagus. That the person you poked at was bad."
The mercenaries and the boy soldiers spill an invincible laugh at Simon, who, as usual, said with a flamboyant grin spread.
"Nothing. I didn't poke... No, I'm sorry. Good luck!"
After the commander apologizes with his butt-suspended voice, he salutes with a powerful voice.
"Let's go! This place is definitely gonna die!
To reassure non-combatants, such as patients and doctors, the new home will sometime raise its temper and head out first. The other soldiers followed, one after the other heading outside the hospital.