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- "Marshal Ernst."
"Your Excellency, Marshal."
With loud sounds, all the officers and soldiers stood up and looked at the arrival of Marshal Ernst with the most respectful eyes.
"Let's all rest, my soldiers, have a good rest." Wang Weiyi asked all his soldiers to sit down again.
When we arrived at the field hospital, the inside was completely different from the outside. The doctors and Tigers didn't seem to notice the arrival of the marshal at all, and were still there nervously rescuing the wounded.
These are Germany¡¯s most valuable assets
"Marshal, please go out, please don't disturb the doctor." A nurse issued an expulsion order to the Generalissimo of the German Empire without hesitation.
"Yes, excuse me." Wang Weiyi left here immediately without any argument.
"Doctor, this is what nurses are like. In their eyes, the patient is above all else, not you, the marshal." After checking the wounded in the temporary ward, Sophie saw Marshal Ernst being driven out and explained in a low voice.
"Ah, yes, I didn't consider this." Wang Weiyi frankly admitted his mistake.
He is the king on the battlefield, but in the hospital, the doctors are the kings!
He glanced at Sophie: "Isn't it very strange that a French nurse has to take care of German soldiers here?"
"I don't think so." Sophie shook her head: "In my eyes, they are all my patients, that's all."
Wang Weiyi smiled and checked his soldiers one by one in the ward.
Those with minor injuries struggled to get up from their beds and salute the Marshal when they saw Marshal Ernst, but they were all stopped by the Marshal.
"Take care of your injuries with peace of mind, this is what I need." Wang Weiyi encouraged these brave and strong soldiers with his smile and voice.
¡°In the seriously injured ward, all the soldiers lying there are fighting tenaciously against death.
"Half of their souls have been pulled out of their bodies by death, but they are still struggling. Even if they can recover, they will never be able to go to the battlefield again. They lost some very important parts of themselves
"Soldier, what's your name?" Wang Weiyi asked when he saw a soldier who had lost a leg.
"Your Excellency, Marshal, Sergeant Eske of the SS Skeleton Division." Seeing the Marshal talking to him, Sergeant Eske suddenly became excited.
Wang Weiyi smiled and said: "How is the situation, my soldiers?"
"Ah, I'm fine. Except for missing one leg, I think I can no longer go to the battlefield and serve Germany." Sergeant Eske looked a little depressed.
"You can at least get a wooden leg and have a promising career, pirate."
Marshal Ernst¡¯s words made everyone laugh.
Sergeant Eske also smiled: "You have to give me a boat, Marshal."
"I will give it to you, and I will equip you with many sailors." Wang Weiyi's heart ached, but he had to use a smile to tell his soldiers that there was nothing terrible about it: "I miss you and your companions You can sail the ship all the way to England and return home with a full load. Oh, don't forget to bring me some loot."
¡°I will, I promise.¡± When he said this, Sergeant Eske¡¯s eyes were filled with tears.
"Now you have to take good care of yourself, sergeant." Wang Weiyi said, casting his eyes on the hospital bed next to him. There was a comatose soldier, and a nurse was taking good care of him. Wang Weiyi asked Sophie beside him in a low voice: "What's wrong with him?"
Sophie extended a bit bleakly: "His brain was injured in the Russian shelling. It has been seven days since today, and there is still no sign of waking up."
"Ms. Nurse, can he wake up?" Wang Weiyi asked the question to the nurse caring for the wounded.
"I don't know, Marshal, God bless him"
Wang Weiyi stared at the soldier blankly. He suddenly saw a harmonica placed next to Sergeant Eske's pillow: "Sergeant Eske, can I ask you to borrow it?"
"Of course, Marshal."
Wang Weiyi took the harmonica and sat down next to the unconscious soldier. Then he put the harmonica to his mouth, and a melody that was extremely familiar to all German soldiers rang out.
Sergeant Eske and some of the wounded couldn¡¯t help but sang along to Marshal Ernst¡¯s harmonica:
"On the rocks of the Southwest Pacific Islands, mermaids played beautiful and sad bagpipes. The ancient Melanesians called them "??Adala; their home is deep in the sun, following the rainbow to the waters where humans are present, and usually hidden in the tornadoes on the sea."
This piece of music is not only very familiar to the German soldiers, but also to Wang Weiyi.
It was during World War I that Wang Weiyi heard this piece of music for the first time and then learned it.
He blew it over and over again, and the soldiers sang it over and over again
Finally, Wang Weiyi put down the harmonica in his hand and stared at the wounded man who was still sleeping: "Sergeant Eske, I want to ask you one thing. Please play this tune several times every day for him to listen."
"Okay, Marshal." Although Sergeant Eske didn't know what the Marshal wanted to do, he immediately agreed.
Wang Weiyi stood up: "The sooner a comatose person is exposed to music, the more likely his brain will react, which may help him wake up."
"Marshal, you are such a kind man." The nurse said gratefully.
"Marshal, you are really a kind man." Sergeant Eske said the same thing, his eyes were red: "Even if he never wakes up, I think he can still hear your music. It is an honor for all of us to die for you!¡±
It is an honor for all of us to die for you!
Sophie stared at the Marshal silently. Now she began to understand why Marshal Ernst was supported by so many Germans.
He is a demon on the battlefield, but here he is an angel!
Sophie could not imagine how one person could combine demons and angels so perfectly.
Wang Weiyi quietly walked out of the ward without disturbing his soldiers again.
These lovely soldiers have sacrificed so much for victory.
Outside the ward, several reporters from the war correspondent platoon were already waiting for the marshal.
Before the reporters could speak, Wang Weiyi had already said: "I think you are here to ask me how I feel about the great victory in the Battle of Kharkov?"
The question he wanted to ask was asked by the marshal in advance, and the reporters all smiled.
"I suggest you go in and take a look, and you will know why we achieved such a victory." Wang Weiyi pointed to the hospital: "In the battle of Kharkov, 18,000 of our soldiers were killed, and many others were injured. Some of them will die on the hospital bed, and even if some of them can be discharged from the hospital, they have lost their hands or feet and can no longer go to the battlefield. But they have no regrets. Just now, a man named Eske The sergeant also told me something, and from the look in his eyes, I knew he was still willing to fight for Germany if possible."
He was silent for a moment: "So I think, should we celebrate for me or for those soldiers? My answer is that the latter deserve more respect from Germany than me, and this respect is far greater. More than me, so I think the scale of our Disabled Soldiers Committee must be expanded, the funds must be increased, and the manpower must be strengthened. However, everyone knows that now is a war period, what should we do if our funds are very tight?¡±
He breathed a sigh of relief: "Therefore, I decided to establish the Ernst Disability Fund to serve these soldiers. I will personally contribute three million marks to maintain the development of the fund. If anyone is willing to donate, I will On behalf of the German government and all soldiers, I would like to express my gratitude to him."
A reporter was the first to applaud, and then there was applause from all around.
Perhaps, this is the charm of Baron Rickson in the eyes of Germans. He is so ruthless on the battlefield, but in peacetime, he is so compassionate.
"Mr. Marshal, I will donate two hundred marks." The reporter from "Bild" was the first to call out.
"Hey, Baron, I think my personal donation of five hundred marks has reached my limit."
"Ah, I don't have that much money, but I can spare three hundred marks."
Here, reporters began to take the lead in donating
"Thank you, thank you." Wang Weiyi expressed his gratitude as much as possible: "Some people will ask, with one Germany, why do we have the courage to challenge the whole of Europe? We can tell them now, because of our unity, because of our The spirit. Each of us is a warrior, and each of us is willing to devote all his Germany to our country, and we will be invincible!"
The reporters applauded again
The news of the establishment of the "Ernst Fund for Disabled Soldiers" quickly spread throughout Germany.
Baron Alexson¡¯s donation of three million marks deeply moved all Germans.
This does not mean how rich the baron is, but that after the victory, the baron thought not of personal honor, but of all the soldiers who had lost their ability to live a normal life. This is the most important thing
In a short period of time, the "Ernst Fund for Disabled Soldiers" received a large number of donations and was quickly put into operation.
This fund cannot solve the problems of all disabled soldiers, but it clearly conveys a message of confidence to the whole of Germany:
When you fight for the country, the country will never forget you! (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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