My Empire - Chapter 1643

When the wounded was pushed out of the operating room, several nurses and doctors who pushed the bed were shocked.

None of them expected that when they saw that their comrades had succeeded in the operation and seemed to have saved their lives, the young soldier who had just threatened the doctor fiercely just knelt down to several medical staff…

Everyone finally pulled him up from the ground, but he had already cried with his nose and tears, and he was as happy as if he had been rescued back.

The doctors really didn’t have time to comfort him, and in the end they could only let him stay with the bandaged, mummy-like comrades in the huge hall full of wounded.

There are hospital beds everywhere here, with nurses patrolling the beds and the wounded’s companion boss everywhere.

The whole hall is very busy, and no one cares about this young soldier sitting on the edge of the bed with his knees on his hands.

The second lieutenant who came with him has already gone back, and when he left, he asked him to stay here to look after his comrades in arms. No way, the frontline war is urgent, leaving a soldier here is already a great care.

Although the whole hall is busy, it is full of depressive atmosphere. The air is filled with the smell of blood and disinfectant, and every breath makes people feel very uncomfortable.

No one spoke loudly, no deafening cannons, and even painful moans were cautious.

In the end, after a long silence, the young soldier who could not bear this kind of atmosphere, leaned on his comrade’s bed and hummed a familiar song softly: “Our Ailan Hill will conquer the whole world!”

This is the battle anthem that belongs to the soldiers of the Ailan Hill Empire. It is the battle anthem they once hummed and drove into Alanticus.

In those days, this battle song resounded across the sky, and the grenadiers of the Ailan Hill Empire hummed it while achieving victory after victory.

He hummed very seriously, and seemed to be afraid to disturb the wounded who were lying in the hospital bed, so he suppressed his own voice, but he confided every word as clearly as possible: “The great imperial emperor rules everything! ”

Although his voice is not very loud, but in this fairly quiet environment, it is indeed floating in the whole hall, echoing in everyone’s ears.

A wounded man opened his eyes. He was frowning irritably, but when he looked at the singing young soldier, he opened his mouth but didn’t make a sound.

The other wounded man sat up, and he looked curiously at the young soldier who was singing in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Songs echoed in the hall. One left eye was injured, half of his face was covered by a bandage, and even the wounded man who saw the hideous wound from the edge of the gauze grinned in the singing.

Beside him, another wounded person stroked the crutches hanging beside his bed, and finally followed him to hum the familiar melody.

So, one person’s singing became the voice of two people. The voice continued to reverberate in the hall, as if with an indescribable magical power: “A song of love will be heard in every corner!”

“The Ailan Hill eagle is here!” The wounded man with his arm hanging on his chest leaned against the wall, and then sang his favorite lyrics.

He has been here for many days, and his arm was injured. Although it was not a fatal injury, it still prevented him from returning to the battlefield and fighting side by side with his familiar comrades.

This makes him very frustrated, and he rarely even speaks here. The nurses and doctors around and even the other wounded thought he was a very difficult and taciturn person.

But now, he opened the most and sang seriously with his hoarse and charming voice: “Our Ailan Hill will conquer the whole world!”

The young soldier with blood on his face was taken aback, but his singing did not stop. Because there are other people singing, the singing seems to be louder.

This young soldier stared at the wounded one after another joining the humming team. Everyone was serious and pious.

At this moment, he seemed to be back in his team, listening to those comrades in arms, sitting together with their weapons, singing happily.

“Every enemy will succumb to our feet,

The great Majesty Chris will dominate everything!

Every corner will be singing his voice! ”

In the corridor, a guard from a battlefield hospital stood with his hands on his back and his chin up, ignoring the singing of the wounded.

A nurse frowned and said to the guard who seemed to have temporarily lost his hearing: “The wounded need to rest! What are they doing?”

“It doesn’t matter, right? Occasionally…it should be nothing.” The guard looked in the other direction, muttered in his mouth, and chose to ignore the nurse’s questioning.

The nurse glared at the guards, then looked at the more and more wounded people who joined the chorus. In the end, he still held the cases that the doctor needed, and quickly left the wounded. He was still lifeless just now, but now he is full of vitality. place.

While singing, a wounded man stood on his hospital bed, waving his arms as if a musician was directing his orchestra with impassion.

His voice suddenly rose, as if he had no longer cared about the rest of the wounded: “Alan Hill eagle is here!”

And the wounded who were awakened by his singing, from the very beginning unhappy, became at a loss, and finally became excited and joined the singing team one after another.

Their voices also became high-pitched, unscrupulous, unscrupulous, firm and majestic: “Brave soldiers side by side!”

The soldiers who can stand up have already stood up, some are on crutches, and some even need others to support them.

But as long as they could stand up, they all chose to stand up. They nodded and encouraged each other, and finally sang loudly together: “We defeat the enemy together!”

Finally, a nurse hurried out of the hall and reported the situation to the doctor on duty.

Behind her, the soldiers who lost their arms, eyes, legs, and even their lower body were still singing loudly: “You should bow down to us! Look up to the most powerful country in the world! The soldiers of the Empire stand. On the top of the mountain! We have conquered this world!”

When the doctors returned here, the singing still continued, and the whole hall was full of passionate melody. I don’t know where the soldiers found a harmonica, and even started accompaniment with this harmonica unskilled.

“Everyone must look up!

Look up to the most powerful country in the world!

Alan Hill!

Great Allan Hill! ”

Looking at these young people singing happily, the head doctor breathed a sigh of relief, put his hands in his pockets again, and said, “It sounds pretty good.”

“This will delay their recovery. It is easy to get a bad rest…” a doctor with glasses questioned with dissatisfaction.

“Long live!” At this time, the soldiers finally sang the last part of the song, shouting the last lyrics in unison.

“Forget it.” Looking at the soldiers who seemed to have recovered their souls, the doctor headed by them interrupted their colleagues’ questioning: “Don’t you think that such a group of people is worth our effort to save them?”