"I'm not Ogryn!"
Habry's cheeks suddenly bulged, like an enraged toad. He hated people calling him Ogryn the most. In fact, he firmly believed that he was an upright human being. , because the old couple who picked him up had always instilled this in him. Although they lived in a garbage dump, it did not affect their purity as human beings. It was also because of their teachings that Habri was born. A kind-hearted personality that belies his physique.
During this time, Hubli has been very worried. He is very worried about his adoptive parents, because they are very old, and what will happen if they are not taken care of by him for such a long time.
But fortunately, Hashet often said that Habri felt better when the war was almost over. He was still thinking about the "allowance" he had accumulated during this period after the war was over - in fact, He saved ration bars and some small loot to buy a pair of mechanical auxiliary legs for his adoptive father, because he injured his knee while scavenging in the past and had some difficulty in moving.
“Okay, okay, I got it.”
After dilly-dallying for a while, Habri finally overcame his fear. The doctor used scissors to cut open his sleeve and was surprised to find a blood-stained hole on his hairy arm.
"Well, it's a small problem, thanks to your rough skin and thick flesh."
Gotabiron said while poking the wound, while Habri shivered in pain. .
"It seems that you were injured by a piece of shrapnel, which took away a little flesh, but no bones or blood vessels were injured."
As he spoke, he dipped a cotton swab from the plate on the side. He applied some disinfectant to the wound, then took some white powder from the box and poured it on the wound, then pressed a gauze pad against the hole and used half a dozen tapes to secure the dressing in place.
"Maybe you didn't realize there was a hole in your body before? I guess your feeling will come back soon. There is a high probability that you will find that the wound hurts like having your balls cut off, so I don't rule out that your internal organs may also be affected. I don’t have the equipment to hold on to these injuries. It’s best if you sit here for half an hour while I observe.”
Then he turned to look at Hayes.
"Lucky Hayes, do you have any painkillers?"
Lucky Hayes, everyone gave him a nickname, but Hayes never felt that he had any good luck.
"Four vials, in my medical bag."
"Okay, let me take a look."
When the medical officer saw Hayes's hesitation, he stretched out his hand to signal.
"Kit check, as the company medical officer, it's my job to make sure you're fully equipped."
"Uncle Hachet said you would take our first aid supplies."
Said so, but Hayes still picked up the slender rectangular medical bag from his belt and handed it over.
The doctor opened the metal clasp on the medical bag and flipped through it to examine the contents.
“Well, that old guy Hachet does know a lot, so he should have told you that my needs are greater than yours, especially in this damn underground, the number of wounded is last week Ten times, I'm going to have to requisition some of your first aid supplies."
"But you can't mess with my medical kit,"
Hayes said angrily. "The regulations say——"
"The regulations say a lot of things."
Gottabilon said as he took out some things from the medical bag, and then returned the bag to Hayes.
"But we can all be sure that whichever genius wrote them would not have bothered to find out whether they would work in practice. Anyway, I left half of it for you. Only by pooling medical resources can Save more people, I believe you can understand this."
Of course Hayes understands, so he just complained. He knows very well how serious the shortage of medicines in field hospitals is
" But if I get seriously injured——"
"Then you need a medic. Just scream loudly and I will run over."
Hayes shook his head helplessly, and then said to Habri:
"I'll prepare Order some food, and let the doctor observe you here. When you feel better, just go to the battalion headquarters to find me."
After that, he left the field hospital and came to a temporary camp belonging to his company.
Opening the rag, he was greeted by a warm air mixed with the thick smell of smoke and old sweat. Hayes walked past several comrades playing dice on the wooden board, and then walked Entering the temporary kitchen at the back, you can still see two rows of rusty metal bunks lined up on both sides of the iron stove in the center of the camp. Some people from the third company were sitting there chatting, eating or cleaning their weapons, and some others. They gathered together in twos and threes, inhaling some powder into their noses or greedily licking a colorful chip. The high-intensity underground combat made many soldiers dependent on "special drugs," but Hashet always warned Hayes to let him Stay away from this stuff. (Anti-complaints: Drug abuse is very common among the Astra Militarum. There are a lot of descriptions in the content related to Commissar Kane. Don’t imagine the Astra Militarum as a hyper-realistic armed force with high consciousness. The background of the Imperial Army is basically a feudal army. Or semi-feudal army, occasionally some special ones such as Krieg are not representative)
The crumbling shelves and niches cut into the rock of the walls were filled with cleared gear. Laser gun power packs, frag grenades, ration boxes, shotgun shells, bayonets and knives and shovels of all shapes and sizes could be seen. , pickaxes, hand axes, lanterns, uniforms, helmets, body armor, and even a burnt metal aquila emblem, possibly from some burned chapel.
This is also a very strange point. It seems that these traitors are also worshiping the emperor. Do they expect to be redeemed?
But the priests claimed that they had been abandoned by the Emperor.
“Ah, Lucky Hayes.”
A sergeant saw Hayes and smiled, pushing aside the rucksack to make room for him to walk by, a smile flashed in his red-framed eyes .
"Have you finished your work? Do you want some wine? I have some brewing."
Then he turned and looked at a broken pot of wine standing precariously on a small stove next to him, He took out a pair of enamel cups and filled them with steaming black liquid.
“Try it, our special beetle roasting is good and hot. Although it is made from the beetles in the ground and some ground tubers rather than real wine, it is already good. After all even the God-Emperor himself would be hard-pressed to find any real material in this hell, although we all know He can work miracles. To make it a little more exciting, I mixed in a tenth dose of Stimulating Powder, by the way It tastes amazing."
Hayes nodded with a smile, took the cup handed to him and walked aside. He didn't intend to drink it, but he knew that Uncle Hachet liked it very much." alcoholic drink”, so put it aside and wait for the other person to come back.
He sat on a stool made of unknown debris, lit the remaining fuel with a lighter, placed the dark pot on the bonfire, then picked up the kettle and poured the remaining water into it. .
While waiting for the water to boil, he stretched out his hands to feel the rare residual warmth, but the underground was not completely useless, at least he didn't have to endure the biting cold wind on the surface of the planet.
With his eyes fixed on the flames, Hayes had an illusion in a trance, as if the dead people appeared around him again, Fitz, Jung.
They were just talking and laughing as before. Smiling, he prepared the unpalatable food with everyone. Suddenly, the flames jumped. Hayes blinked. There was no one around him. The water had already boiled. He stood up silently and stood on the almost empty board. He unearthed the last bag of corpse starch from the box, poured a quarter of it into the pot, and stirred it with a wooden stick like a machine -
After all, this kind of food cannot bring any expect.