Chapter 1089: Section 683: You Know I Know Who is Who (Part 1)
Rhodes sat on a tree stump chopped down at the entrance of the injured soldiers’ camp. Since hearing from the female doctor who volunteered to work at Carterburg’s injured camp that tobacco would affect Sharpshooters’ lungs and reduce breath-holding time, the young man quit smoking.
What, smoking would lower my efficiency in killing Chaos? Get lost! I don’t have a brother like you.
Despite quitting smoking, Rhodes couldn’t leave the injured camp—even after returning from the forest, Rhodes got shot again in the Merno battle. The bullet pierced his left lung, which was unfortunate. But fortunately, the bullet went straight through, entering and exiting through Rhodes’ chest, leaving him with nothing but a two-month stay in the rear hospital at Svinoitisce.
During this time, Carmen and Halsan visited twice, bringing a letter from Sudel. In the letter, Rhodes’ cousin didn’t say much, which deeply impressed upon Rhodes the hardships of the front line—even elite troops like Malin’s personal guard lacked ink, indicating just how difficult the battles at Merno were for the soldiers.
Moreover, the chocolate that Sudel had Halsan bring to Rhodes... this stuff couldn’t be considered chocolate at all.
Ah, when will Lord Malin return?
Thinking of this, Rhodes took out his last piece of chocolate from the pocket of his hospital gown—though fake, bitter, and astringent, others didn’t even have this.
The saying of not even having dung to eat speaks to such a sad truth.
At this moment, a mobile ambulance appeared from the end of the road, and Rhodes stood up because these rear-wheel-drive four-wheel vehicles were used by the military to transport important wounded to the rear. Rhodes, even as a lieutenant, was not included, just a lieutenant after all.
If it weren’t for the potion Lord Malin left him, the young man would probably have been dead by now—although the enemy’s bullet didn’t cause significant trauma, the Chaos desecration on the bullet was no joke.
Stretching his neck, Rhodes wanted to see which lucky unfortunate it was—calling him unfortunate, of course, because only injuries warranted being transported to the rear. The Crown Prince, though unassertive, at least knew to execute deserters, whether commoners or Nobles, so Rhodes didn’t feel extreme displeasure towards him.
As for luck, well, obviously, being taken down by Chaos and still having the chance to come here is certainly lucky.