Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 1277 Can you give it all to me?
Sister Livia picked up a piece of wood on the battlefield, and came back with a knife to carve a simple statue of the goddess. She placed it on the shrine of the temporary field hospital, implying that this is a sanctuary blessed by the goddess. All life and hope are under the watchful eye of the great Creator. As long as people have hope in their hearts and never give up the belief in life, they will surely be called by the Lord and feel the beauty of the world again.

But this is just a beautiful wish. Even with this statue, the dead will still die, sometimes wailing and gradually losing their voice, and sometimes dying in their sleep. Here, what can determine whether a person lives or dies is neither the grace of the goddess nor the will of the injured person, but the medicine that will soon run out no matter how much it is replenished, the efficiency of treatment that cannot take care of everyone no matter how busy it is, and the tweezers, bandages or scalpels in Medien's hands.

That's right, the girl has the qualifications to decide the fate of others.

If she likes someone, or that person has a good relationship with her, the girl can give the other person the best medicine, pay attention to the other person's wound 24 hours a day, and try every possible means to save the other person; if she hates someone, or that person treats her badly, then she only needs to be a little rough when using the medicine, a little careless when stopping the bleeding, or even a simpler way is to directly put the other person at the end of the treatment order, and when it is too late to treat the person, she can sadly say "I have tried my best", and she will get everyone's understanding and comfort.

Of course, Metien never had such an idea. When she decided to become a doctor, the first thing she learned from the book was that "a doctor should have a kind heart and treat all lives equally." She was deeply inspired and took it as a warning.

But not having such thoughts did not mean that she could face this fact without any burden. In fact, when she first realized that she could easily decide a person's fate, realized that these hands that had never held a weapon could take the life of others in another way, realized that the cruelty of others would be condemned while the cruelty of doctors would be forgiven by everyone...Metien felt a huge pressure that almost made her breathless.

Because who can guarantee that you won’t do something in the future if you don’t do it now?
Now Metien can guarantee that she treats everyone equally, and will do her best to treat everyone. Sometimes she can't save them, and she will inevitably feel sad and guilty, but that is only because of her lack of ability, not for any other reason; but what if one day, the injured person is her friend? For example, Mitch and Kadora are injured. When they and a stranger are in front of them, how should she choose? Who to save first? Who should be saved? Who not to save? If she chooses the former, she may deceive herself with many reasons: their injuries are lighter and easier to treat; they are younger and should be treated first; their physical fitness is better and their recovery ability is stronger... But can she have a clear conscience?

The more people she saved, the more skilled she became, but she became more and more confused. Later, except when she was saving people, she thought about this matter almost all day long, when she was eating, when she was taking a bath, when she was alone and in a daze, and even in her dreams. She saw those dead people appear in the darkness, saying nothing, just staring at her quietly, as if condemning her weakness and incompetence. And that period happened to be the period when Sister Livia accidentally discovered that she was having a nightmare.

When she woke up in the middle of the night, she would be grateful that she could still breathe, but she would also feel suffocated for those who could no longer breathe.

Metien had also asked Sister Livia and the Countess about this question. But the former told her: Follow the teachings of the goddess, you are the favorite of God, He must have told you what to do a long time ago; while the latter said nothing, but looked at her with a meaningful look, as if it was a hint: You have grown up, and you should learn to make your own choices, even though those choices are sometimes cruel.

Are adults supposed to be so cruel? If you have to learn to be cruel to become an adult, then wouldn’t it be better for you not to grow up?

Metien vaguely felt that both of their statements made sense, but neither was what he wanted.

If only there were no more wars.

If there are no more wars, there will be no more wounded people; if there are no more wounded people, there will be no more doctors; moral choices will no longer be needed, and spiritual satisfaction will also be missing, but what people lose from the former far outweighs what the latter brings to people, so Metien thought that he would probably still choose the former.

Unfortunately, war is impossible to stop. No one in the universe is strong enough to kill all injustice, eliminate all inequality, and restrain all resentment. As long as they exist, war will continue. This has nothing to do with strength or weakness. Survival is the survival of the strong and the death of the weak, and war is a participation of both the strong and the weak. The powerful witch society wants to create a new world, so they started a war; the weak rebels want to liberate their hometown, so they also started a war, and the cycle continues until the end of life and civilization.

Merciful and great goddess, if you know the answer, please tell me.

If you don’t know either, then I will keep searching until I get the answer - or until I never get the answer.

……

When Metien finished his last prayer to the Goddess of the day, the battle to retake the city of Hecate was going on fiercely. The war entered a white-hot state from the beginning. Even in the field hospital far behind, one could hear the sound of artillery fire that came near and far, as well as the occasional shock under their feet.

The flash of the explosion illuminated half the sky. The fierce artillery fire of the rebels suppressed the defenders on the city wall, leaving them no time to spare. The arc-shaped position of Hektel City was crumbling under the repeated attacks of the Mountain Falcon Knights. The mage group from the north occupied the commanding heights and bombarded the towering city walls from above. Although they were all low-sequence transcendents, the might they unleashed when they cast spells together made people feel as if they had the power to tear the sky and the earth apart.

The most eye-catching person is Countess Nevill, who single-handedly held back the enemy's mecha troops, and moved freely among these cold constructed machines and the roaring artillery fire. When she spread her dark bat wings, a bright silver moon slowly rose from the outline of the two wings, echoing with another moon in the sky. The ancient moonlight fell, sweeping across the sky like a tide, leaving only debris everywhere.

The rebels were greatly encouraged and launched an even more fierce attack. No one retreated, and no one was timid, because they knew that the hope of victory was right in front of them - not only victory in this war, not only victory in the next war, but victory in all wars. As long as Hektel, the city of silver sprouts, was conquered, Suare, the city of gray hills, would be within sight; as long as Suare, the city of gray hills, was conquered, peace and freedom in the entire Nasus region would be within reach.

Today is different from the past. They are the active party, while the invaders can only huddle behind the barriers of city walls and cannons, trembling in fear.

Grayhill Eagle did not go to the battle, because he was hit by the enemy's magic main gun in the last battle while trying to rescue friendly forces, and his injuries have not healed yet. Today, he was just a spectator, standing outside General Franshand's command tent, quietly watching the scene. It was not safe here, and occasionally there were stray bullets passing by, and the downed constructs fell from the sky, smashing huge holes on the ground. But neither he nor the general had any intention of moving the command tent further back, because they knew that as long as the freedom flag of Grayhill was still flying here, the soldiers would never stop moving forward.

As the size of the rebel army grew, someone proposed to Carson Borg that the rebel army should develop its own logo, emblem or flag to achieve the effect of rallying people's hearts. Was he really proposing this suggestion out of righteousness or for some selfish reasons? Carson Borg didn't know, but he finally agreed to the proposal. So someone proposed that the emblem of the kingdom should be used as the flag, but was refuted that the time was not right and the relationship with the kingdom should not be exposed; someone pointed out that the main force of the rebel army was the Northern Army, so the family emblem of the Earl of the North should be used as the flag, but wouldn't this be a denial that the rebel army was the private army of the Earl of the North, and naturally it was rejected; someone else proposed... that the emblem of the Borg family, the defender of the church, should be used as the flag. No one objected anymore.

Because that is the most compromise, most suitable and most impeccable choice.

Only Carson Borg objected.

He defied all odds and used two simple elements to create the rebel army's freedom flag to guide all hope and belief: the shining sun and the black forest illuminated by the sun.

The meaning of the sun needs no explanation, but the dark forest is a metaphor for many complex emotions.

Before the colonists set foot on this land, the people of Gray Hill hated it because the Black Forest took away too much of their land. The ash soil that was nutrient-sucked by the dark tree roots could not be cultivated for planting, let alone raising livestock. Even those who depended on the Black Forest for survival did not necessarily like it very much. Adventurers and mercenaries hated the ash creatures living in it, which could take their lives at any time; farmers and herdsmen hated the beasts that ran out of the Black Forest because they would destroy their fields and hunt their sheep; those who ventured into the Black Forest to collect fruits hated everything about it: it was always so dark, always so depressing, and always so dangerous. If it were not for the pressure of life, they would never want to go here a second time. Therefore, there is a saying that is widely circulated in the land of Gray Hill: The Black Forest feeds the people of Gray Hill, but the people of Gray Hill are not grateful to it.

Later, the colonists set foot on this land and took away more things. The people of Gray Hill decided to resist, so they hid in the Black Forest, hiding in the dark shade of the Cursed Tree, always plotting how to expel the enemy and reclaim their hometown. Those giant trees that used to be gloomy and terrifying suddenly became the only barrier to protect these homeless people. At the most embarrassing time, most resistance organizations, including the Ash Guerrillas, the predecessor of the Liberators Front, were forced into a dead end by the colonists. They had nowhere to go and could only return to this black forest of eternal night. After resisting and failing again and again, even when they began to doubt themselves, it seemed that only the Black Forest would always accept them without reservation, based on their chance to start over.

Perhaps after the war, people's attitude towards the Black Forest will return to what it was before, as the saying goes: Gray Hill people are not grateful for it. But in any case, this complex and subtle emotion always exists, so when the Eagle of Gray Hill painted the Black Forest pattern on the flag of the rebels, it was amazing that no one objected, as if everyone tacitly accepted the symbolic significance of the Black Forest to Gray Hill, but was unwilling to admit that the deepest connection between themselves and their hometown was actually the most disgusting memory in the past.

Human beings themselves are very complex creatures, let alone the emotions that arise from them?

You'll be able to go back soon.

When Carson Borg thought of the Black Forest, he thought of his companions who stayed in the garrison. Although they did not participate in the battle, they also made great contributions. If they heard the news, they would be very happy. There is also Mr. Ling and his sky island, which has been hidden in the depths of the Black Forest. They have contributed a lot to this war, not only in terms of supplies, intelligence and high-end combat power, but even Mr. Ling's sister has come to the front line as a battlefield doctor to treat the wounded.

He had seen the pink-haired girl last time. Compared to the first time they met in Tianxin Church, she was obviously much more mature. If Mr. Ling knew this news, he would definitely be relieved, right?

Although, the girl herself did not seem happy.

Carson Borg can understand that kind of confused mood. Everyone will go through such a stage, and if you don’t get over it, you can’t be considered to have truly grown.

"Quick, send the injured to the hospital! More people to help!"

When Carson Borg was lost in thought, a loud noise woke him up. It was Regina directing the soldiers to send the wounded to the field hospital behind for treatment. She looked very embarrassed, with blood and dirt on her face, as if she had just returned from the battlefield. When she noticed that Grayhill Eagle was not far away, Regina was startled for a moment, but did not come over to say hello. She just nodded to him and continued to stick to her duties.

Everyone has his or her own responsibilities, just like the Grayhill Eagle's responsibility is to stabilize people's hearts, General Fransander's responsibility is to command the battle, and Regina's responsibility is to assist in the operation of the front line. If everyone can faithfully perform their duties, this war will surely be over soon, right?
Carson Borg thought silently.

……

"Metien, there are another group of injured people! The situation is quite serious and the bleeding needs to be stopped in time!" Sister Livia's voice came from downstairs.

The pink-haired girl slowly stood up, put her left index and middle fingers together, tapped her eyebrows, lips, and chest, and after completing the simplest prayer to Her Majesty the Goddess, she turned around and replied calmly, "Yes."

"give it to me."

Give me some meow