Unlimited Military Base

“Marshal Ernst.”

“Mr. Marshal.”

As soon as the sound of the voice sounded, all the officers and men stood up and watched the arrival of Marshal Ernst with the most reverent eyes.

“Let’s rest, my soldiers, take a good rest.” Wang Weizhen let his soldiers all sit down again.

When I came to the battlefield hospital, it was completely different from the outside. The doctors and the tigers did not seem to notice the arrival of the marshal. They were still in the nervous rescue of the wounded.

These are the most valuable assets of Germany.

“Marshal, please go out, please do not disturb the doctor.” A nurse did not hesitate to order the order of the Grand Marshal of the German Empire.

“Yes, I am bothered.” Wang Weizhen did not have any arguments and immediately left here.

“Doctor, the nurse is like this. In their eyes, the patient is above everything else, not your marshal.” Sophie, who checked the wounded in the temporary ward, saw the Marshal Ernst who was driven out and explained in a low voice.

“Oh, yes, I didn’t think about it.” Wang Weizhen frankly admitted his mistake.

He is on the battlefield, he is the king, and in the hospital, the doctors are the king!

He looked at Sufi: “A French nurse, but it is very strange to take care of German soldiers here?”

“I don’t think so.” Sophie shook her head. “In my eyes, they are all my patients, nothing more.”

Wang Weizhen smiled and checked his soldiers one by one in the ward.

Those who were lightly hurt, when they saw Marshal Ernst, struggled to get up from the hospital bed and pay tribute to the marshal, but they were all stopped by the marshal.

“Recently raise your injuries, this is what I need.” Wang Weizhen encouraged these brave and strong soldiers with their own smiles and voices.

In the seriously wounded ward, the soldiers who are lying in a tense struggle with death are all lying.

Half of them have been taken out of their bodies by death, but they are still struggling to survive even if they can recover, but they will never be able to go to the battlefield again. They lost some very important parts of them

“Soldier, what is your name?” Wang Weizhen asked a soldier who lost a leg and asked.

“Mrs. Marshal, Sergeant Skulls, Sergeant Axe.” Sergeant Eske became excited when he saw the Marshal talking to himself.

Wang Weizhen said with a smile: “How is the situation, my soldier?”

“Ah, I am very good. Except for one leg missing, I don’t think I can go to the battlefield anymore. I can’t play for Germany anymore.” Sergeant ASK was a bit frustrated.

“You can at least have a wooden leg to do a promising career, pirates.”

Marshal Ernst’s words made everyone laugh.

Sergeant Eske also smiled: “You have to give me a boat, Marshal.”

“I will give you, and I will be equipped with many sailors.” Wang Weizhen’s heart is hurting, but he must tell his soldiers with a smile, this is nothing terrible: “I miss you and yours.” The companion can always drive the boat to England and return with full load, ah, don’t forget to bring me some spoils back.”

“I will, I promise.” When I said this, Sister Ashworth was full of tears.

“Now you have to take good care of your wounds, sergeant.” Wang Weizhen said, looking down on the bed next to him, a comatose soldier, a nurse is taking care of him. Wang Weizhen whispered to Sufi around him: “What happened to him?”

Sophie’s extension is a bit bleak: “His brain was injured in the Russian bombardment, and it’s been seven days since today, and there are still no signs of waking up”

“Miss nurse, can he wake up?” Wang Weizhen gave the question to the nurse who was caring for the wounded.

“I don’t know, Marshal, God bless him.”

Wang Weizhen looked at the soldier slyly. He suddenly saw a harmonica on Sergeant Axe’s pillow: “Sergeant Ashrick, can I ask you to borrow it?”

“Of course, marshal.”

Wang Weizhen took the harmonica and sat down beside the comatose soldier. Then he put the harmonica on his lips and all the German soldiers were familiar with the melody.

Sergeant Eske and some of the wounded couldn’t help but sing along with the harmonica of Marshal Ernst:

“On the reefs of the Southwest Pacific Islands, the mermaid played beautiful sorrowful bagpipes. The ancient Melanesians called them Adalah; their homes were deep in the sun, and they followed the rainbow to the waters where humans infested, usually hiding. In a tornado at sea”

This song is not only familiar to the German soldiers, but also to Wang Weizhen.

It was the first time in World War I that Wang Weizhen first heard the song and learned it.

He blew over and over again, the soldiers sang over and over again.

Finally, Wang Weizhen put down the harmonica in his hand, his eyes watching the wounded who are still sleeping: “Sergeant Eske, I am asking you for one thing, please blow it a few times a day. He listens.”

“Okay, Marshal.” Although Sergeant Eske did not know what the Marshal wanted to do, he immediately agreed.

Wang Weizhen stood up: “The sooner a person in a coma comes into contact with music, the more his brain responds, which may make him wake up.”

“Marshal, you are a kind person.” The nurse was grateful.

“Marshal, you are really a kind person.” Sergeant Aishk also said this, his eyes are red: “Even if he never wakes up, I think he can hear your songs.” It’s an honor for all of us to die for you!”

It is an honor for all of us to die for you!

Sophie silently stared at the marshal, and now she began to understand why Marshal Ernst got so many Germans.

He is a demon on the battlefield, but he is here, but it is an angel!

Sophie can’t imagine how a person can combine demons and angels so perfectly.

Wang Weizhen quietly walked out of the ward and did not bother to disturb his soldiers.

These lovely soldiers, in order to win, they paid too much too much

Outside the ward, several reporters from the war correspondents have been waiting for the marshal.

Without waiting for the reporters to speak, Wang Weizhen has already said: “I think you are asking me what kind of feelings I have for the victory of Kharkov?”

The questions I had to ask were asked in advance by the marshal, and the reporters all showed a smile.

“I suggest that you go in and see why we have achieved such a victory.” Wang Weizhen pointed to the hospital: “Kharkov will fight, we have 18,000 soldiers killed, and many others are injured. Some of them will die in hospital beds. Some people will lose their hands or feet even if they can leave the hospital. They will never be able to go to the battlefield. They have no regrets. Just now, one is called ASK. The sergeant also told me something. From his eyes, I know that he is still willing to fight for Germany whenever possible.”

He was silent there: “So I think, should we celebrate for me, or should we cheer for the soldiers? My answer is that the latter they deserve more respect from Germany than me. This respect is far from Beyond me, I feel that the size of our Disability Soldiers Committee must be expanded, the funds must be increased, and the manpower must be enhanced. However, everyone knows that now is the time of war, what if our funds are very tight?”

He gently relieved his breath: “So I decided to set up the Ernst Disability Fund to serve these soldiers. I personally will contribute 3 million marks to maintain the development of the fund. If anyone is willing to donate, I will represent Germany. The government and all the soldiers expressed my gratitude to him.”

A reporter took the lead and then applauded. Then, a round of applause rang.

Perhaps this is the charm of Baron Alexson in the eyes of the Germans. He is so cold and ruthless on the battlefield, but in peacetime, he is so merciful.

“Mr. Marshal, I will donate 200 marks.” The reporter of “Pictorial” first called out.

“Hey, Baron, I think I personally donated five hundred marks, and it has reached my limit.”

“Ah, I don’t have that much money, but I can come up with three hundred marks.”

Here, journalists have begun to donate first.

“Thank you, thank you.” Wang Weizhen expressed his thanks as much as possible: “Someone will ask, with a German, why do we have the courage to challenge all of Europe? We can tell them now because of our unity because Our spirit. Each of us is a warrior, and each of us is willing to sacrifice all Germany for our country, and we will be invincible!”

The reporters’ applause sounded again.

The news of the establishment of the “Ernst Disabled Soldier Fund” quickly spread throughout Germany.

Baron Alexson donated three million marks and made all the Germans deeply touched.

This is not to say how rich the baron is, but after the victory, the baron is not personal honor, but all the soldiers who have lost their normal living ability. This is the most important thing.

In a very short time, the “Ernst Disabled Soldier Fund” received a large amount of donations and soon became operational.

This fund does not solve the problem of all disabled soldiers, but it clearly conveys a confidence to all of Germany:

When you fight for the country, the country will never forget you! (To be continued. Please search h astrolog W, the novel is better to update faster!)