In the field hospital in the rear, Fran watched everything around her with trepidation, wails and curses all the while, blood everywhere, and in some places even severed limbs and brackets. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Here, it seems that human beings are no longer human, but some kind of artifact that can be trimmed and cut, and there is no mercy here, only silent bloody scenes.

The air around was filled with a strong pungent smell of medicine and blood, in such an environment, it was difficult for people to keep their minds awake all the time, most of the wounded soldiers lying on the bed were covered in blood, but because of the lack of doctors, except for the most basic hemostatic treatment, they seemed to have been forgotten, in the intense pain, some were shouting and cursing for the doctor to treat them, while others had shown a look of resignation.

In such an environment, it is easy to get caught in a trance and wonder why God created such a place.

Breathing in such filthy air and listening to such noisy sounds, Fran's brain was also a little dizzy, and her steps were almost unsteady.

"Miss, are you alright?" A middle-aged woman in the same white outfit next to her hurriedly walked up to her and looked at her anxiously.

Most of the nurses here were volunteers recruited by Fran, but this woman was not, she had been a maid who had followed the Marquis of Treville's family for many years, and this time she had come with the young lady.

Because she has been at home for many years, she has watched her grow up, and her emotional bond can be described as deep, so she has always been very reluctant to risk her own life to come to this place to volunteer. She was deeply afraid that this young lady, who had never suffered much since she was a child, would be stimulated in such a terrible environment and leave a shadow for her life.

"I ...... I'm fine. Fran finally came to her senses amid her cry of concern, and then she shook her head slightly, "You don't have to worry about me. ”

"How can this be said to be fine?" The woman looked at Fran with some distress.

Indeed, Fran's condition is definitely not good now, her original white gauze skirt is now covered with blackened blood stains on the edges of the skirt, and there are some yellow-brown and black-purple stains left by the medicinal liquid, and the hair that has always been carefully combed is also a little scattered, and even a little bloodshot appears in her eyes, which is the trace of shuttling in the blood stain and the exhaustion of the body.

"Alright, you do your thing, I'll go get some water for the wounded." Fran picked up the kettle next to her and prepared to leave.

"Why don't you go get some rest...... Who are you to do such a thing? The woman came up to her in distress and tried to take the kettle from her hand. We'll do all of that......"

"Why should I come here if it's really for rest? I'm not here to travel! Fran frowned a little displeased and grabbed her jug in her hand, "Also, there are so many people here who are suffering, much more uncomfortable than me, please concentrate and stop paying attention to me, thank you!" ”

"Miss......" The woman froze, as if she did not understand why she had suddenly lost her temper.

"I'm sorry...... I'm just a little agitated. Fran herself knew that she was talking too much, so she bowed her head and apologized to her, "Everything here doesn't make people feel good. Okay, you don't have to worry about me, let's all go about our business. ”

"Hey...... Why......" the woman nodded, then sighed uncontrollably, "It's all terrible, but why do men always enjoy it?!" ”

"They don't have a lot of options sometimes." Fran replied in a low voice, then turned her head away, took the kettle and left.

In the midst of the noise, she left the vestibule and the place where the operation had been performed and went to the backyard, where the wounded soldiers who had undergone surgery and the seriously ill patients recuperated.

The wounded soldiers here have become lifeless, either from the anesthetic or from the intense pain, and the atmosphere is very different from the noisy and noisy front, but it is even more terrifying.

This is where the nurses work, after all, they don't know much about medicine, and taking care of the wounded soldiers who have been treated so that they can recover as soon as possible is their main job.

Fran walked into the backyard room with the kettle, and everywhere she went, the doctors and nurses paid her respects, not only because she was the big financier of the operation, but also because the woman from a privileged family was so approachable and hardworking, and in the eyes of these people, she was the embodiment of almost all the goodwill in the world.

She greeted the men as she quickly walked over to a hospital bed.

Lying on the bed was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, with a sparse brown beard on his lips and a rather delicate face, looking more like a college student than a soldier.

However, he was not in a good state at the moment, his skin was sallow and unhealthyly pale, his lips were scorched and chapped, his body was a little thin, and his eyes were protruding, and his hair was pulled like dead grass, and the smell around him was really pungent.

He was not seriously injured, he was sent here because after coming to Crimea, he was infected with severe cholera, and because of the dehydration caused by severe diarrhea and vomiting, this otherwise sturdy body was extremely thin and in severe cases almost incapacitated, and his whole body was covered with a foul smell.

It was only after being sent here that he received a slightly acceptable treatment, and finally managed to suppress his condition, but his physical condition was still very bad, and he still had to fight the disease.

"Ah, you're here!" When she saw Fran come in, the young man, who was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling blankly, suddenly smiled, "Beautiful young lady. ”

These days, he has come to know many doctors and nurses because of his treatment here, and he is of course very impressed by the most beautiful of them. However, he naturally did not know that this young lady was the granddaughter of the commander-in-chief, Field Marshal Trevier, otherwise he would never dare to speak to her in such a tone.

"Yes, I'm here to bring you water." Fran stepped forward and brought the kettle to his mouth, "Your body is still weak, please don't move." ”

"Thank you!" The young man whispered his thanks, and then gulped down, the sweet stream of water moistened his throat and stomach, and seemed to bring him endless energy and lift his spirits. "You're so nice...... It's just an angel, really, if only I had met a beautiful and kind angel like you earlier in my life......"

"If you spend this energy on rest, rather than complimenting me, it will be better for your body." Fran replied calmly.

At first, she was happy to hear this kind of words, but during this time, she was always so complimented by those wounded soldiers, and she was already indifferent.

"Well, you want a Frenchman not to praise beauty, that's impossible!" The young man replied with a smile, and then suddenly coughed violently again.

"Alright, stop talking!" Fran couldn't help but hold his chest, "You will only have a chance to continue to praise others if you save your life and return to France." ”

"Are you suggesting that I will be able to see you when I return to France?" Instead, the young people seem to ask rhetorical questions expectantly.

Fran frowned and didn't answer, she didn't like it when people talked to her in such a frivolous manner.

"Hey, that's right...... How is that possible? The young man himself smiled bitterly, "Angels like you should be cared for and get the best life, and people like me will only ruin the luck of others, so it's better not to see it......"

"Alright, don't say that." Fran couldn't help but be comforted when she saw him like this.

"I was a bad luck guy, I won an unlucky number, and my family didn't have the money to find me a substitute for the unlucky guy to serve, so I had to join the army...... Even as soon as he got here, he directly contracted an infectious disease, and he collapsed without even going on the battlefield. The young man smiled slightly, trying to make his tone less sad. You see, people like me are unlucky. ”

According to the French system, when the government decides to conscript troops in a certain place, the men of appropriate age in the local household register will be called, and then the lottery will be used to decide who will serve, and the lottery will have a number, from the first number to the last number, the number in the first place will be drafted into the army, so this becomes a contest of luck.

Of course, the children of rich families do not have to fight with the poor, even if they draw the unlucky number in front of them, they can spend a sum of money to find someone to replace the service, and some poor people who have nothing to live in this way go to the army to work for their lives.

"The last point isn't particularly unlucky...... At least you avoided a big fight. Fran replied in a whisper.

"What? The Great War began? The young man's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Yes, it's been a tough two days." Fran nodded, "Wounded soldiers have been sent here all the time, and there are a lot of wounded people. ”

"My comrades-in-arms...... Oh my God, I wasn't there when they were fighting, how could I be worthy of them? The young man sat up anxiously and suddenly, "God, how are they?" ”

"I don't know...... But maybe I'll help you after a while, and as long as your unit has been in battle, there's no way they're going to come here without injury. Fran whispered, "Maybe someone else will be a battle hero." ”

"I ...... I don't want to be a hero, I don't want a medal, I'm just a soldier, I just want to go home...... I miss my hometown, I miss my mom. "I want to eat the bread of my family, I don't want to die in vain in this place thousands of miles away from France, I don't want to die...... You see, I'm a coward, right? ”

"No, you're not a coward, you're thinking normally." Fran hurriedly pressed the other party and made him lie down again, and then comforted the other party softly, while gently touching the other party's forehead with her hand, "Now, what you need is rest." ”

"Well, I can feel it now, I'm slowly recovering, and soon I'll be back with them...... I'm going to fight alongside them...... Born with them and die. The young man closed his eyes in obedience, and then muttered to himself, "God, it is wonderful to be able to meet an angel like you, how can I be a coward and disgrace your efforts in vain?" I'll fight bravely...... For France, for your ......"

In the slight rubbing of his slender fingers, the young man, who was still a little weakened, finally calmed down completely, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Fran stood by the bedside, quietly watching his sleeping face.

She had seen many such young people lately, and they were both afraid and longing for the flames of war. Although he was afraid of death, afraid of being injured, and wanted to flee the battlefield, he was afraid of being sorry for his comrades, afraid of being ridiculed by the world, and afraid of violating his obligation to "serve the country".

She knew even more that even if he was so contradictory, he would eventually go to the battlefield and become a screw in the huge military machine. Most young people go to war with such a sense of gain and loss, and a large number of them may never return to their hometowns.

Why are these young people so naïve? All of them are like moths to a fire. She couldn't help but think to herself.

At first, she was just trying to build her reputation and let people know what a compassionate person Miss Tréville was, but after staying here for a long time, she seemed to have seen all the things in the world, and seemed to have some sympathy for these young soldiers.

At this moment, a young medical student suddenly ran into the backyard in a panic, and then shouted loudly to the wounded and sick and the doctors and nurses inside.

"The Commander-in-Chief has come to inspect!"

After the initial astonishment, Fran immediately let go of her thoughts, put down the kettles in her hand, and went out to the courtyard outside.

Marshal Treville, surrounded by his entourage, came to the hospital to comfort the wounded soldiers. At the sight of this majestic commander-in-chief, the eyes of almost all the French officers and soldiers who were still able to move were full of eagerness, and many of them struggled to get up from their hospital beds and saluted the prestigious marshal.

The marshal smiled and kindly comforted their wounds and gave them encouragement, and from time to time he told them some jokes, and what he had seen and heard in the battles in various places, which caused the people around him to laugh, and the atmosphere suddenly became much more cheerful.

After a few moments of conversation with the wounded soldiers outside, the marshal stepped into the backyard, and at this point, Fran finally had a chance to walk next to him.

"Grandpa, you've worked hard." Fran saluted him.

The marshal, on the other hand, looked at his granddaughter fixedly, saw the filth on her clothes, and sighed.

"You're doing a good job, better than I expected."

That's a compliment, right?

Fran thought she would be excited, but when she did, she was at a loss, and she scanned everything around her.

Am I really doing well?

"What's wrong?" Seeing that her attitude was a little abnormal, the old marshal hurriedly asked.

"Sorry...... Grandpa, I can't be happier. Fran shook her head, "Do you know how many people we've watched die?" ”

The question was a bit acute, and the old marshal could hear it even more, and his granddaughter was secretly reproaching herself.

"I don't know the exact number, but I don't think there will be more than me." The old man replied calmly, "Just yesterday, Marshal Raglan and I personally sent tens of thousands of men to battle, and I watched thousands fall in front of me. ”

"What about you...... Don't you feel uneasy? Fran couldn't help but ask.

But soon, she smiled bitterly.

yes, how can it be uneasy? If you have compassion, you can't be the commander of an army.

"Son, when the Empire handed over this army to me, I could no longer have compassion, because when I had mercy, more people could have died." The old man answered as she had thought. "They are the fuel they need to win, that's all."

At this time, it was already the last remnant of dusk, the golden red sun burned in the sky, the fiery red clouds covered the sky like scales, and the red light seemed to fill the earth with a layer of blood.

The shadows of the two grandparents standing in the courtyard were also stretched longer and longer.

"Aside from the simplest bandaging to stop the bleeding, I forbid you to waste any other resources and time to treat the Russian wounded who have been sent over." After a moment of silence, the old man continued to give the order, "We have limited resources and insufficient transportation capacity, so precious resources should be used sparingly. ”

"Yes." Fran nodded.

She's come to her senses.