There was drizzle floating in the gray sky, and passers-by hurried by. Even if they were holding an umbrella, it was useless. The drizzle danced with the wind and could be touched everywhere.
There was a soldier standing every five or six meters on the towering city wall. The poor people could only be drenched in rain, and more soldiers hid helplessly on the corner of the wall. Although there was a row of simple sheds on the corner to block the wind and rain, they couldn't resist the wet and cold wind.
In order to keep warm, the soldiers could only raise fires one by one.
The firewood used to burn the fire is all split furniture, and many of the furniture is brand new, but no one feels distressed.
It is a time of war.
A sergeant in a raincoat kept patrolling back and forth, but suddenly he stopped and cursed at a group of soldiers who were roasting in a group: "Move the powder keg away, you want to die!" If that thing is set on fire, you and I are all screwed."
"Yes, sir!"
, "Yes, sir!"
The group of soldiers moved in a hurry.
Only then did sergeant feel more comfortable, but his face immediately became stiff again, and he saw seven or eight muskets leaning against the edge of the city wall, and the rain was flowing down the city wall, and all these muskets were wet.
"Shit, the gun is your life, you don't even want your life?""
sergeant was furious and cursed, which was extremely harsh in the misty drizzle. ...
This city is called Grasloval. As the third largest city in Laval Province of the Republic of Montserrat, it is also considered a large city, but the area surrounded by the city wall is not very wide.
After all, Grasloval is just a commercial city, neither a military stronghold nor a capital, and there is no need for strict defense.
But at this moment, even in such a commercial city, people are terrified.
Outside the towering city wall, the once noisy commercial street is deserted at this moment, and the once crowded square is now a place where wild dogs are scurrying.
This city wall was built six centuries ago, when Grasloval was just built. For many years, successive mayors have considered tearing down the city wall. However, the intermittent wars in the meantime eventually allowed this city wall to be preserved.
With the vicissitudes of time, the place surrounded by this city wall has become the oldest area of Grasloval, and the last renovation was two centuries ago. The streets here are narrow, and the houses are very close to each other. Most of the people who live here have some property, but they are not much richer.
But now, most of the 250,000 population of Grasloval has been transferred here.
Only the Garden Street on the west side of the entire old town is a little more neat and beautiful. Now this neighborhood has been requisitioned by various departments in Grasloval.
On the top floor of a four-story house, Colonel Marvin was looking out the window through a narrow skylight. The gray sky was in line with his mood at the moment.
The colonel glanced at the person standing behind him, and then at the note on the table.
Just a few hours ago, the theater command sent this person, along with a cart of injection agents and this paper order from the theater command.
"Captain Shurant, I want to hear the truth. Is it really a vaccine to prevent the plague that you brought?""
The colonel asked. In principle, as a soldier, he should not ask such a question. The reason why he dared to ask was entirely because he was sure that the person behind him would never betray him.
"Now that you have guessed it..."
Captain Shurant sighed. He could not answer or lie at will, but he couldn't do it in the face of the previous chief. He could only tell the truth: "The official name of these medicines is X23, which is the most commonly used muscle growth agent. After using it, it can quickly catalyze muscle growth. At the same timeTo increase the speed of metabolism, frontline field doctors often inject this medicine into wounded soldiers in order to allow the wounds to heal quickly."
Although he said this in his mouth, the captain didn't feel good in his heart.
Everyone knows that this kind of medicine is not for ordinary people. Although ordinary people will have many benefits after using it, all this is at the cost of overdrawing their lives.
Injecting a standard unit of X23 can increase a person's physical strength by two to four times in a short period of time. It is not easy to fatigue, overload, or get injured. The survival rate on the battlefield has increased several times.
But within ten years, this person will have blood vessel embolization, muscle relaxation, and rapid aging. Almost no one can live for twenty years.
After thinking for a long time, the colonel seemed to have made up his mind. He turned and put away the order on the table and wrote another note.
After writing and putting down his pen, the colonel sprinkled some sawdust on the note to dry out the ink, and then called the adjutant in.
"This is an order from the war zone command. In order to prevent the occurrence of the plague, all seriously injured patients in the medical center must be vaccinated."
Watching the adjutant go down, the colonel turned his head and said to the lieutenant: "This is my decision. You can report it to the theater command truthfully."
"Sorry sir, I'm just responsible for bringing the medicine and orders to you. My time is tight and there are still many things to do, so I can only stay here for one hour. During this hour, I saw nothing and heard nothing."
After speaking, the captain saluted and retreated from the room. ...
The central square of the old town has now been turned into a temporary medical center.
Although the front line is two or three hundred kilometers away from the nearest place in Grasloval, this temporary medical center is full of people.
As a second-tier city, but also as a city that is not very important in geographical location, Grasloval is considered a relatively safe place.
In the six centuries since Grasloval was built, no wars have affected the city. In several cases, even if the entire Laval Province has fallen, it is still very calm.
So all the wounded from the front line were sent here.
Continuous tents occupy the entire square. These tents are made of huge tarpaulin, supported by a wooden pole every few meters, and the bottom is packed with hospital beds.
The annoying rain leaked down from the gap between the oilcloth and the oilcloth, so things like water basins or water kettles could be seen everywhere under the tent, and the ground was wet.
Hundreds of sixteen or seven-year-old nurses walked around under the tent. There are actually not so many nurses in Grasloval. These are all school students.
Since the beginning of the war, all schools have only half a day of class, and the other half a day has been conscripted to do various things.
Most of the people working in the medical center are girls, but occasionally boys can be seen.
In the corner of the square, a fifteen or six-year-old boy was laboriously removing boxes from the carriage. These boxes were very heavy, but what made him even more depressed was that the box said: "Take it lightly." This boy is very handsome, with brown hair slightly.Curly, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the cheeks are well-defined. It is a pity that there are many scars on this beautiful face. There is even a bruise on the left cheek and the corner of the mouth is broken.
The boy's name is Leach, he is fifteen years old this year, and his family lives in the old town. In the past, this was proof of a lower-middle-class family, but the war made the old town the only refuge.
Leach's parents own an entire house. At this moment, this means a lot of money. The house has four floors. By selling the three floors below, the Leach family can be regarded as making a small fortune.
The Leach family has been poor for a long time, and it is natural to improve their lives if they have some money.
Leach regretted very much that he did not stop his parents from acting irrationally at that time. During these days, he has lived in fights all day long, and fights have almost become commonplace. The reason is that some people are jealous.
He didn't work here before. Most of the boys in the school were either helping to build ordnance in iron workshops or helping to repair carriages in car and horse workshops, or they were following engineers to build fortifications on the outskirts of the city.
Leach has worked everywhere, but he can't stay long anywhere, and someone will trouble him in a week at most.
At first, he was submissive, thinking that it would be okay to give in, but soon he discovered that the people who were bothering him were actually trying to get benefits from his parents.
The reason why they hit his idea was because his father had already enlisted in the reserve corps. Who would dare to cause trouble in the army? His mother rarely goes out, and usually cuts gauze at home. This is also a job taken from the army, which can somewhat subsidize the family. Jealous people dare not break into their homes no matter how courageous they are, because it is a time of war, and breaking into other people's homes is a felony that can be shot.
Now that he knew it was useless to be submissive, Leach stopped backing down. He usually has a good temper, but once he is irritated, he will never back down and be afraid of things. The injury on his face was left by a fight with six guys who were older than him.
He was beaten badly, but those six people were no better than him.
When he was a child, he rarely fought, so Leach never knew he could fight so well.
It was also after this fight that he was transferred to the medical center. Most of the people who work in the medical center are girls, and the only few boys are also weak. These people who don't want to be in other places will never pose any threat to him.
There are two sides to everything, and it is a good thing that no one can threaten him, but it also means that all the heavy work falls on him.
Just like now, he must finish moving all the boxes and stack them neatly. In addition, it is raining now, and the boxes cannot touch the ground. He must carry them all the way to the warehouse. Only Leach knows the hard work best.
The warehouse of the medical center is actually a small room made of wooden boards three meters long and wide. As soon as you enter, you can smell a strong smell of iodine wine.
Just put down one box, Leach was about to move another box, when suddenly several people broke in.
These people were all dressed up like wounded soldiers, and as soon as they came in, someone closed the door of the warehouse.
The leading guy wrapped his head in gauze, and now that there was no one around, he took off the gauze and threw it on the ground.
Under the gauze is a face that is also covered with scars, especially the right eye is black and blue, and the eyes are full of bloodshot.
Of course Leach recognized this guy. They were still classmates in the same class. It was this guy who brought people to fight with him a few days ago.
Looking at it again, everyone else is also a classmate in the same class.