Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 371 Psychological Stress
Although Li Zheng received all kinds of training in the special warfare brigade and watched many war movies before joining the army, he imagined bloody scenes countless times in his mind.

However, when he witnessed it with his own eyes, he still couldn't help feeling a little reflexively nauseated.

The car door covered half of the driver's body. After the door was opened, the various organs that flowed out from the body that had been shot through randomly did not have the color that blood should have in the night vision device, but it was still creepy.

The driver was lost.

He has no military training and is just an employee of the Election Commission. After the car crashed and stopped, he was swept into a sieve by the militants before he could recover and step on the gas to escape.

"Give me a hand and lift him down!"

Although the veteran Hou Jun's physical reaction was no less than that of Li Zheng, his years of military experience had given him enough concentration to face this sudden bloody scene.

Li Zheng finally came to his senses.

I am a soldier.

No matter how disgusting it is, this is also my responsibility.

He grabbed the driver's shoulders, Hou Jun took the driver's feet out from under the steering wheel, and the two of them moved the driver to the side of the road and laid it down.

The health worker accompanying the team quickly ran over, but just checked briefly, and then shook his head.

"Hopeless."

This is an unquestionable judgment.

Now, the driver has no meaning to rescue him, so he can only wait for the follow-up corpse truck to come, wrap him in the corpse, and transport him to the mortuary for storage.

That night, in addition to the driver, a government employee died in the ticket van.

The ticket van was the focus of the attack, with the most bullet holes on the body, and it was set on fire almost after it stopped. The militants knew what they were going to do.

Fortunately, the ballot box was placed at the rear of the car, and it was not damaged in the firefight. It was quickly snatched by the escorting Sandy team to the side of the road and placed in a ditch, so it was not damaged at all.

Lieutenant Sandy himself was shot in the foot. Fortunately, he did not hit an artery or break his bones, but his musculature was severely damaged, and it was estimated that he would have to lie down for a month to recover.

Li Zheng and his teammates folded his stretcher on the stage, loaded it into the armored vehicle, and drove towards the hospital in the city.

On the road, about a few kilometers away, the driver of the infantry combat vehicle saw the pickup trucks of armed groups burning blazingly by the roadside.

The bodies of several militants were lying on the side of the road, and some who were still alive were disarmed and knelt on the side of the road with their heads in their hands.

Dozens of heavily armed French troops were under martial law on the side of the road. Several of them stopped the convoy, checked their IDs and confirmed that they were members of the UN before letting them go.

Li Zheng was sitting in the car, watching all this silently.

He was suddenly in a trance.

It felt a little unreal.

The flames of war are raging here, so close at hand, it seems so far away.

This is not my own country, and my own stable and peaceful China seems to be in the sky, and the other is in the [-]th floor of hell.

What kind of life do the people here live?
When Sandy arrived at the hospital, he was sent to the operating room. He was very grateful for the rescue of the Chinese peacekeeping force. When the hospital was pushed in, his hands grabbed the Chinese soldier's hand for a while, and grabbed that Chinese soldier for a while. Thank you, I don't know how many times I have said it.

At least, my two wives don't have to be widows anymore.

After working until after eleven o'clock at night, Li Zheng and other brothers who were quick to reverse the platoon returned to the camp.

The tap water system in the camp has been connected, but the water quality is really unsatisfactory. Sometimes when the faucet is turned on, a yellow jet of water will be sprayed out, just like it is pumped out of mud.

Of course, there are also times when it is clean, so the brothers of the engineering company set up a water storage tank, and fill it up first when the water is clean. Installed a filter.

Clean water is used for cooking, and untreated water is directly used for bathing and washing.

I heard from Lieutenant Jibo that they were not that particular about it. When the peacekeepers from country H drank the water here for a few days when they first arrived, they had diarrhea and poured out a large piece of it. Later, as long as the imported water was in buckets ordered from the merchants here Fill with water.

In the newly built simple shower room, Li Zheng stood under the shower head, let the water slant down from the top of his head, and enveloped himself in the water curtain.

Good luck tonight, the water is not yellow.

Water fell from the top of the head, down the body, and a red stream washed out under the feet.

It was someone else's blood.

As for who it belonged to, Li Zheng was no longer interested in slowly analyzing it.

He washed the soap over and over again, even washing his fingernails thoroughly.

For him tonight, it is the end of a certain journey in life, and it seems to be the beginning of another journey.

After this restless night, everything seemed to remain the same, everything seemed to have changed.

Lying in bed that night, in the simple container room, no one spoke.

Fatty Wei, who usually likes to blow water for a few minutes before going to sleep, is now as quiet as a snail who doesn't know how to make a sound.

After a long time, I don't know who turned over in the dark and sighed.

Then Yang Hui said: "This is the first time I saw someone being shot to death by my side..."

After all, Fatty Wei couldn't bear it any longer, and continued, "Tonight is the first time I've shot at a living person..."

After a pause, he seemed to hesitate before saying, "I think he's dead..."

The fast-reversing platoon did not participate in cleaning the battlefield. They were busy sending people to the hospital, and the reinforcements from country W were in charge of cleaning up.

Of course, it might be a blessing to think about it. Li Zheng felt that if he allowed himself to clean the battlefield and check whether the downed militants were still alive...

It can be torture to see someone you kill with your own eyes.

Li Zheng didn't answer.

He didn't know what to say at all.

It is honorable for a warrior to win a battle.

But why didn't I feel joy?

On the contrary, there was a kind of unexplainable depression, as if a big stone had been pressed on his heart, and even his breathing seemed a little heavy.

He thought again of the local people.

In fact, when he was searching for the militants, he saw two figures running out of a room, and fled away in a panic.

He had already aimed at it, but when he took a look, he found that it was not an armed person, but an adult and a child running for their lives in a hurry.

I have been so uncomfortable tonight, what kind of imprint will be left on the life of that child who ran for his life in a hurry?
Or maybe, they have already gotten used to this kind of thing and become numb?

Li Zheng really wants to know what the local children think. Maybe he will have the opportunity to meet the locals in the future, and then he will find an opportunity to ask.

But what he didn't expect was that the opportunity would come soon.

　Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation ticket!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)