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Chapter 2632 The Shocked People (Third Update, Please Subscribe)

Baghdad.

As the most modern city in the Middle East, the roads here are smooth, a stark contrast to the potholed highways of Beirut.

As the car drove along the highway, Wang Jianguo and Yang Song sat side by side in the back seat. Unlike the anxious faces of the others, what kind of scene was on their minds?

This is what they have seen and felt over the past few months.

What were they feeling?

What they felt was incomprehensible, it was abnormal.

Air conditioners were blowing cold air in all the barracks, and the soldiers were enjoying their lives in those air-conditioned barracks.

Yes, in their view, those soldiers weren't fighting a war, but rather enjoying life there.

They would sit there enjoying the air conditioning and drinking chilled Fanta. Even while on patrol, their off-road vehicles would be air-conditioned, and when they returned, they could enjoy a variety of delicious foods, including ice cream and Fanta.

Is this war?
Or is this a battlefield? Is this something soldiers on the battlefield should enjoy?

On the battlefield, everyone should overcome difficulties, endure hunger and thirst, and bear all kinds of hardships.

In short, we should absolutely not be enjoying ourselves like they do; this is a battlefield, not a hotel or inn, not a place for them to indulge in leisure.

Their lifestyle seemed extremely unfamiliar to most people.
Even the young masters don't live as comfortably as they do.

That's why they thought those people were spoiled brats.

"Pampered soldiers"—this is the most deeply ingrained label used to describe this group of SEA soldiers stationed in Lebanon over the past few months.

This isn't a label, but rather a very direct feeling they've had over the past few months, based on what they've seen and experienced.

Even Yang Song and Wang Jianguo felt that they weren't fighting a war at all; they were clearly on vacation, and even then, it wasn't as relaxing or as luxurious as they thought.

Even now, after leaving, they will still have the same thoughts.

This is not because of prejudice, but because they have no way of understanding.

If they weren't pampered soldiers, why would they enjoy those seemingly unbelievable things on the battlefield?
But just now, a sudden message left the two of them speechless, unsure how to describe their feelings.

How can this be?

Faced with the sudden news, they suddenly had some questions.

"A soldier used his own chest to press down on a grenade thrown by a terrorist, protecting his comrade next to him."

Even now, Wang Jianguo still remembers the shock he felt when he heard the news, and he also remembers the same shock Yang Song showed when he saw him—they were speechless, their mouths slightly agape, and they even paused for a moment.

How is this possible?
How could any of those pampered soldiers who drink soda, enjoy air conditioning, and are too lazy to even get out of their vehicles during patrols do such a thing?

How could they possibly use their own bodies to suppress a grenade, how could they possibly risk their lives to protect others?
When they were enjoying a comfortable life there, shouldn't they have run away as soon as the gun went off when faced with such danger?

How could they possibly sacrifice themselves for others? Shouldn't they be a group of selfish people?

The reason they had this idea, or rather, the reason they had such a deep-rooted thought, was because they believed that those pampered soldiers should be like this.

After all, those pampered soldiers had never suffered hardship or torment.

But now?
Now all their understanding has been overturned.

In that instant, they seemed to realize that all their perceptions were wrong.

Those people don't just sit there enjoying the air conditioning and drinking Fanta.

They don't just sit in the control room and remotely control drones to launch attacks against the enemy.

They were actually a group of brave warriors.

In the front row seat, Fang Kangjie's brows were already furrowed into a tight knot, and he kept muttering to himself:

"Will he survive? He absolutely has to survive!..."

Chen Zaidao, who was driving the car, said this when he heard Fang Kangjie say it:

"Who knows? He was transported from Beirut by transport plane. Damn military, it's been several months, why haven't they established a high-level medical center in Beirut yet?"

They actually need to transfer him here for emergency treatment. Will he be able to hold out until we get here?

At this moment, Chen Zaidao was concerned about whether the soldier could hold on, which is why he was complaining about the military.

"No matter where he was, what he did was extremely dangerous. You have to understand that it was a grenade. He was using his body to block the grenade... with only his pectoral muscles and bulletproof vest protecting him."

When Fang Kangjie said these words, his voice was choked with suppressed emotion. He said:
"The grenade exploded right under his chest... God thank goodness that Kevlar body armor and his muscles could withstand the shrapnel."

Chen Zaidao nodded silently, slightly turning the steering wheel. The military medical center was already visible in the distance. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said:

"I hope so."

He whispered:

"God help him, he must survive."

Hearing them say this, both Yang Song and Wang Jianguo felt extremely complicated. They could hear the worry in their words; although they had never met the soldier before, their concern was undeniable.

What makes them so concerned?

This question couldn't help but pop into Yang Song's mind.

The car continued driving forward, and when it stopped in front of the medical center, the operating room lights illuminated the operating table.

The electrocardiogram monitor emitted a regular "beep" sound, each beep sending a shiver down my spine.

Lying on the operating table, Wang Changde was covered in various instruments. The emergency bandage wrapped around his chest was soaked with blood, and his exposed skin was covered with hideous shrapnel marks.

Several military doctors in surgical gowns were busy bending over, untying the bandages on Wang Changde's chest. The moment the bandages were cut open, everyone was stunned by the wound on his chest.

The wounds were densely packed, and blood was still seeping from them.

"Quick, hemostats..."

The crisp clanging of hemostats, the heavy hum of the ventilator, and the steady movements of the surgeon intertwined as everyone focused intently on the operation.

"Blood pressure is dropping!"

The nurse's urgent voice rang out.

"Increase the dosage of the vasopressor!"

The surgeon, without looking up, precisely sliced ​​through the flesh with his scalpel and said:

"The shrapnel is still in my chest cavity, and there's more shrapnel near my heart..."

Inside the operating room, the doctors are battling against death.

This is their battlefield.

At the medical center, many people had heard about the soldier in the operating room, and people were praying for him there.

The operating room lights were still on.

The jeep finally stopped in front of the medical center.

After the car stopped, Wang Jianguo and Yang Song opened the car door. The evening breeze carried a cool breeze to their faces. They looked at each other and saw complex emotions in each other's eyes—their feelings were extremely complicated at that moment.

How should I describe it?
The area in front of the medical center was already packed with live broadcast vans, where journalists and broadcasters from many countries waited anxiously.

"Can you believe it? In the nick of time, to protect his comrades, he rushed forward and used his own chest to hold down the grenade."

"My God, who gave him such courage?"

"Have you forgotten? When we interviewed those soldiers before, they said—they were willing to die for each other!"

The reporters' words reached Wang Jianguo's ears, while Yang Song, standing beside him, fell completely silent.

"Actually, I've always thought they were a bunch of pampered soldiers."

Wang Jianguo didn't know why he said that, but as he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on the medical center.

"They spend all day there enjoying air conditioning, drinking beverages, eating their fill, and having plenty of meat. They're not fighting a war; they're clearly just enjoying themselves. But, but—"

"But when danger struck, their performance far exceeded our expectations. The qualities they displayed in battle and the courage they showed proved it all."

Yang Song paused slightly, pondering for a moment, as if trying to convince himself that everything was real, even though he was unwilling to believe it to some extent.

But that's an undeniable fact.

Then he added:

"Their courage... We've all witnessed how they fought on the battlefield. They weren't afraid of the enemy's increased numbers. They fought tenaciously and defeated an enemy with overwhelming numerical superiority... And now?"

When faced with the imminent danger of death alongside their comrades, they still chose to sacrifice themselves. They pressed the grenade down on their own chests—are these pampered soldiers? Absolutely not.

At the moment this judgment was made, the label of "spoiled brat soldier" completely disappeared.

Because those people were not pampered soldiers; they were indeed a group of brave warriors.

On this day, all stubborn opinions and all deep-rooted influences vanished like bubbles.

Although they didn't know if the soldier would survive, his performance defied everyone's expectations.

Over the next dozen hours, the medical center’s best surgeons performed operations on the critically wounded soldier.

Outside the military medical center, a number of reporters had gathered. They had received the news and, while marveling at Wang Changde's bravery, were all hoping for good news.

"He will definitely survive."

As journalists in Baghdad prayed for the soldier, the news was being reported in many countries around the world.

At this time, the whole world knew about Wang Changde's heroic act. When his helmet, which had been blown to pieces, appeared on the television screen, everyone in the world was deeply shocked by his heroic act.

(End of this chapter)