Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Chapter 7 Farewell to Katyusha

 The flight trajectory of Arisaka rifle bullets is stable, and its power at very close range is not bad.

 However, after a combat distance of more than 100 meters, the bullet's soft tissue penetration is too high and the tearing effect is weak. The tunnel cannot be expanded well, and part of the soft tissue cannot be brought out from the injection port.

As long as the shot misses a vital point, resulting in massive bleeding or damage to important organs, many soldiers can still maintain their ability to move for a certain period of time even if they are shot.

 Fortunately, the problem with the shot that hit Huang He on the shoulder was not serious. The bullet didn't even damage any bones, just a penetrating wound.

  Such injuries are very common in the army, and even the small nurses in the headquarters hospital can handle them well.

 But the shot in the abdomen was not that simple. The bullet almost injured Huang He's kidneys, and the long-term blood loss made his life in danger.

 Dean Liu and Dr. Short are the highest-level people in the headquarters hospital. After several hours of rescue, the two finally snatched the Yellow River back from the hands of the King of Hell.

 As long as the wound is not inflamed, Huang He can slowly recover.

 Seeing his friend finally come out of the operating room, the stone hanging in Makarov's heart finally fell. He held the doctor's hand to express his gratitude.

However, Dean Liu's expression was a little unnatural, and the corners of his mouth that twitched from time to time showed that he was distressed about the few anti-inflammatory drugs.

 Three days later, Huang He woke up from his coma.

The unfamiliar environment around him made him a little panicked, but after seeing a red cross on a white background symbolizing medical care in this dilapidated cave dwelling, he touched the bandaged wound on his shoulder and said to himself:

“Although I don’t know who rescued me, I’m sure I wasn’t captured by the Japanese. I don’t know what happened to my comrades, either.”

Perhaps because there was too much noise when he just woke up, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door. After the cave door was opened, Huang He found that the person who came was a little nurse with a childish face.

“Chief, don’t move yet! The wound hasn’t healed yet!”

"This is the hospital at the headquarters. You have been in a coma for three days. I will call the doctor now."

After entering the door, the little nurse saw Huang He still looking a little confused, and stood beside the hospital bed with concern and said.

After stopping his attempt to sit up, he hurried out to call the doctor.

 After a while, Dean Liu followed the young nurse back to the cave dwelling.

After knowing that this was his savior, Huang He said gratefully: "Thank you, if it weren't for you, I might have died."

As the head of the headquarters hospital, President Liu is always busy with many things. He interrupted Huang He’s polite words and said:

"I heard Zhang Wanhe say something about you before. You are a capable person. If you really want to thank me, then bring back more medicines."

"As a doctor, I really can't bear to see soldiers falling on the operating table because of lack of medicines. Please!"

 After a quick and comprehensive examination, Dean Liu told Huang He that his current condition was not bad.

However, due to excessive blood loss, the body is relatively weak and needs to rest.

It seemed that there were other arrangements. After giving instructions to Huang He, Dean Liu left in a hurry.

Seeing Huang He who was still a little overwhelmed, the little nurse brought a glass of warm water for Huang He to take a sip and moisten his dry lips.

 Then she opened the curtains, letting the warm midday sun shine into the cave dwelling.

“Chief, our President Liu is actually a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He needs to handle all the affairs in the hospital personally, so he seems a bit unhuman.”

 Huang He waved his hand to indicate that he understood. His voice was very hoarse as he had just woken up.

“What about the foreigners who came with me? How are they doing?”

Hearing Huang He's question, the little nurse was a little silent. But looking at the other person's expectant eyes, she could only answer truthfully.

“After those comrades came to the hospital, many of them were not saved. Our conditions here are limited.”

 “Hey, I got it.”

While the two were talking, Makarov's breathy voice came from outside the door.

 “Huang! My friend! Where are you?”

 Hearing someone yelling in the hospital, the little nurse walked out dissatisfied. She knew she couldn't communicate with this big man, so she had no choice but to bring him in. After telling her not to talk for too long, she walked out of the cave and closed the door behind her.

Makarov's physique, which is far superior to that of ordinary people, allowed him to recover very quickly. Although his head was still bandaged, he looked good.

"Huang, can you get some wine? I'm almost suffocated! If you don't have it, medical alcohol will do. I'll mix it with some water."

Seeing his old friend in full swing, Huang He finally showed his first smile after waking up.

 But when he thought of the comrades who had died in the ambush, his face turned sad again.

 Seeing Huang He hesitate to speak, the considerate Makarov spoke first:

"Huang, we are soldiers. Death on the battlefield is our final destination. It is our bounden duty to obey orders, so let's not mention the past."

　　Although he knew that the other party was trying to comfort him, Huang He's face looked obviously much better.

"You should have a good rest! In a few days, when the boys are almost done with their training, we should return."

“Yesterday a comrade in the hospital told me that my motherland is in great friction with neighboring countries. We soldiers just can’t take any time off.”

 After chatting for a while, Makarov left.

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 A few days later, there was a group of comrades at the headquarters who were going to study at the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor. Considering that it was safer with more people and that it was convenient, the soldiers of the transport team decided to follow them.

After learning the news, Huang He led his guards to their meeting place with the support of the little nurse.

Seeing Huang He come to see them off, the comrades of the transportation team greeted him warmly, and everyone took out the small gifts they had prepared.

 The instructor left his most precious accordion to Huang He. Seeing that Huang He was about to refuse, he tried hard to raise his injured hand and said:

“Huang, just accept it. As you can see, it’s hard for my hands to play her anymore.”

 Hearing what the instructor said, Huang He couldn’t refuse. He waved to the guards behind him to come over.

This guard was temporarily assigned to Huang He by the headquarters, mainly because some things were inconvenient for the nurse.

 Huang He took out a harmonica from the box held by the guard, and handed it to the instructor with a smile.

“Since you left your treasure to me, you should also accept this harmonica. This is specially prepared for you.”

This gift was completely unexpected, and the instructor took it with his uninjured left hand. He tried the tone, and the beautiful melody revealed the preciousness of this gift.

 The instructor nodded with satisfaction, hugged Huang He and returned to the team.

Huang He looked at Makarov and said, "You will definitely be satisfied with what I have prepared for you."

Looking at his pretending to be mysterious, Makarov looked curiously into the box, where bottles of Fenjiu were placed.

He let out an exclamation, took out a bottle, opened it and took a sniff. The rich aroma of the wine made him make a comfortable sound.

"This is the Fenjiu I'm talking about. You are all still injured, so drink less on the way!"

 “Hahaha, my dear friend, you are so kind!”

 After bidding farewell to the comrades one by one, the convoy heading to the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor is about to set off.

Huang He held the accordion given to him by the instructor and endured the discomfort of the wound and began to play. A very familiar melody sounded in this strange land.

“Расцветалияблониигруши, Поплылитуманынадрекой;

　　　ВыходиланаберегКатюша, Навысокийберег, накрутой.

　　Выходила, песнюзаводила, Простепного, сизогоорла,

　　Протого，котороголюбила，Протого，чьиписьмаберегла.”

   Actually, I think Goodbye, Friend is more appropriate, but that song was only released in 1944. Something happened today, the update is finished, sorry.

Chapter 2 Try not to be too late!

New book for everything!

 (End of this chapter)