EBE Chapter 121 Giving advice
Chapter 121 Giving advice
She was busy in the medical tent, even though her clothes were soaked with sweat and she felt uncomfortable looking at the horrifying wounds.
But her eyes were always firm, her movements were always neat, and she only wanted to do more for these injured soldiers within her ability so that they could recover as soon as possible and return to the battlefield to fight bravely.
After working all night, the sky finally turned pale and the warm morning sun gently shone on the camp.
At this time, the logistics team members had already prepared breakfast and began to distribute it in the camp.
The aroma of breakfast filled the air, very tempting.
In each large pot, steaming rice porridge is bubbling and rolling, and the thick rice paste has a faint luster, as if telling the promise of warmth and fullness.
In the steamer next to it, snow-white steamed buns were piled high, each one plump and fluffy, emitting bursts of wheat aroma, making people salivate just by looking at them.
There are also plates of pickled side dishes, which are bright in color, sour and spicy, and taste just right to add a different flavor to this breakfast.
After a night of hard work, the soldiers were already starving.
Seeing such a rich breakfast, their eyes were shining with surprise and satisfaction.
They gathered around and took the bowls and chopsticks handed to them by the logistics team, with simple smiles on their faces.
Some soldiers held a full bowl of rice porridge, found a place to squat, blew away the hot steam gently, and then couldn't wait to take a big sip. Their satisfied expressions seemed as if what they drank was not rice porridge, but the most precious nectar in the world.
He was still mumbling incoherently: "Oh, this porridge is so delicious, it warms my heart."
Some soldiers held a steamed bun in one hand and a side dish in the other, chewing and munching with big mouthfuls, their cheeks bulging. As they ate, they joked with their comrades beside them: "Hey, this breakfast is really rich. I feel energetic all over again. If we run into the bird army again later, we will beat them to a pulp!"
Everyone was standing or squatting in every corner of the camp, enjoying the hard-earned breakfast, with laughter and joy echoing in the morning air.
The satisfying atmosphere seemed to dispel all the fatigue of the night, allowing every soldier to face the challenges of the new day with a more energetic spirit.
The sky gradually brightened. The battlefield was in ruins after the raging fire rain last night, and the air was still filled with the pungent smell of burning and blood.
The regiment commander had a solemn expression on his face as he led a group of soldiers, armed with tools, to a place littered with corpses burned by the rain of fire.
The corpses had been burned beyond recognition, blackened, curled up in various twisted postures, which was heartbreaking to look at.
The leader silently took in the tragic scene before him, then waved his hand and said in a low, powerful voice, "Go ahead, brothers, let them rest in peace."
The soldiers responded one after another, immediately dispersed and began to dig holes with shovels.
Every time a shovel was dug, a cloud of dust was raised. The "crunching" sound of digging seemed particularly heavy in this silent battlefield.
They dug very carefully and the pit was deep enough, as if they wanted to use this seriousness to give the final respect to these lost lives.
The team leader was not idle either. He participated in it personally. Beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead and slid down his cheeks, but he was completely unaware of it.
From time to time, he stopped what he was doing and looked into the distance, as if thinking about the things behind this cruel war.
On the other side, the prisoners captured at the Bird Army’s encampment were closely guarded by the soldiers.
They all looked dejected, with fear and anxiety in their eyes, and they lined up obediently waiting for breakfast to be distributed.
Although the soldiers remained vigilant towards the prisoners, they did not deliberately make things difficult for them. They just silently performed their duties and calmly distributed porridge and steamed buns to them.
As time went by, the pit was gradually dug.
The soldiers carefully carried the bodies burned by the rain of fire into the pit.
After burying the soil, the regiment commander led the soldiers to stand in silence for a moment in front of the grave to pay silent tribute.
Then he turned around and led the team slowly towards the camp, leaving only the newly built graves, telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of war in the morning light.
After the leader brought the team back to the camp, he had just finished dealing with some follow-up matters and sat outside the tent to take a rest.
His brows were still slightly furrowed, as if he was still thinking about the battle last night.
At this moment, Nan Qiao walked over quickly, her eyes revealing a trace of concern and caution. She approached the captain and asked softly, "Captain, are you planning to report the firestorm last night truthfully?"
The head of the regiment raised his head, looked at Nan Qiao, and nodded slightly. "This matter is unusual, and it is natural to report it truthfully. What's the matter, female comrade, what do you think?"
Nan Qiao paused briefly and said seriously, "Captain, I think this rain of fire is too bizarre. It's hard for ordinary people to understand."
"Although we know this is a real incident, if we report it verbatim, it might cause unnecessary panic and speculation once it gets out."
The head of the group frowned even more tightly after hearing this, and couldn't help asking, "What do you think?"
Nan Qiao took a deep breath and continued, "I suggest that we report the truth, but when announcing it to the public, we can say that we used a combat strategy."
"Let's say we've arranged some special mechanism or tactical plan ahead of time, causing the enemy to be defeated in this rain of fire."
"This way, we can ensure that the higher-ups know the true course of events, while also preventing the outside world from becoming panicked by this bizarre incident."
"It will also make the combat wisdom of our Flower Planting Army appear even more profound and unfathomable."
After hearing this, the head of the regiment had a thoughtful glint in his eyes. He lowered his head in thought for a moment, then slowly raised his head with a look of approval on his face. "Comrade, your idea is not bad. It not only avoids hiding the truth, but also properly addresses the outside world's reactions."
"What's your name? Why haven't I seen you before?"
Nan Qiao smiled shyly, "My name is Qiao Qiao. I have no parents or other relatives in this world. It was the head of the logistics department who took me in and gave me the opportunity to help everyone."
"Qiaoqiao." The regiment leader nodded with satisfaction, "Good boy, stay in our regiment and work hard in the future."
He stood up and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say. I'll arrange to report this matter right away."
After saying that, the captain strode towards the tent, ready to deal with the report.
Nan Qiao looked at the captain's back and breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that this arrangement could minimize the various impacts that this strange rain of fire might bring.
At least in history, this rain of fire would not seem too strange and be noticed by most people.