When the German convoy turned and drove away, I took people to the wounded who had gathered in the open space. Although I've been on the battlefield for quite a long time, I've seen thousands of wounded people, and I've been injured several times, when I saw these wounded people who just broke away from the German army, I felt a deep sadness. On the ground lay more than ten stretchers, on which lay the severely wounded who could not move. Even the wounded standing, the situation is not much better. It can be seen from the bandages on their bodies that their injuries are not light. Many of them are still short of arms and legs. People who are short of one arm are OK. Soldiers who are short of one leg can't even stand alone. I saw us walking towards them, but still standing in a neat line with the help of crutches and the help of people around us. Every wounded man straightened his waist and stood in line without saying a word. No one hummed because of the pain of the injury. The eyes of all of us here are attracted by the unyielding wounded. Seeing a wounded man standing in the front row with one leg missing, Yushchenko, who was walking beside me, quickened his pace and planned to help him, but I raised my hand and stopped him. Seeing Yushchenko looking at me with puzzled eyes, I said softly, "Captain, don't help for the time being. They are brave soldiers and heroes of our motherland. Let them finish the last assembly before they come back to us. " Although my voice was not big, it was heard by all the soldiers around me. In addition to Yushchenko, there were other people who wanted to help, but after hearing what I said, they stopped and stood in the same place, looking at the wounded opposite with admiration, waiting for them to complete the final assembly“ Comrade commander, "a heartrending cry suddenly came out from the wounded line opposite," we are all traitors of our motherland. Why do you want to change us back? We are all so miserable. Are you going to send us to Siberia to live and die? " With this sudden cry, the square array of wounded soldiers, which had been standing neatly, suddenly became chaotic. Except for a few of the wounded, who were still standing in the same place, the rest of them were crowded together, talking loudly and talking about their unknown fate“ Be quiet, everyone I yelled at the team, trying to calm everyone down, but my voice was soon drowned by the cries of the wounded, and no one heard me at all“ Pa Pa Just then, a few clear shots rang out in my ear. I turned around and saw that it was captain Yushchenko who had fired. He might have fired at the sky because he saw that I couldn't stop the wounded soldiers. With the gunshot, the wounded all shut their mouths and looked nervously at the location of the gunshot. Seeing that the scene was temporarily under control, I took another two steps forward and said aloud to the wounded in front of me, "comrades, who told you that I would send you to the labor camp in Siberia?" After that, I stopped for a moment. Seeing that no one spoke, I continued, "you are not traitors. On the contrary, you are heroes of our motherland. You fought tenaciously against the Communist aggressors on the battlefield. You were honored and injured for the sake of the motherland and the people, and even some people were disabled for life. However, even though you were in prison, you did not yield to the enemy and were still fighting. Is there such a traitor in the world? As soon as my voice fell, someone in the wounded line could not help crying. Although it's a bit shameless for men to cry in public, I understand them very well in my heart. After all, people's psychology is relatively fragile after being injured. In addition, it's inevitable to cry with joy just after they get out of the tiger's mouth. I didn't think much about it. I just waved and ordered the commanders and fighters standing around me: "go up and help!" With my order, the long irresistible commanders and fighters rushed forward to help carry stretchers and help the wounded who had difficulty walking. When I saw that our number seemed to be more than that of the wounded, I knew that the commanders and fighters who had been waiting in the trenches had quietly come behind us at any time. As soon as I heard my order, they rushed up to help. As he walked back, Yushchenko whispered in my ear, "Comrade commander, even if many of the wounded are cured, they can no longer serve as soldiers. How can we arrange for them?" When I heard his question, I sighed and said helplessly, "first send them to the health camp for treatment. As for the wounded who are too seriously injured or unable to return to the team, I will arrange them in the residents' homes. So even if our troops withdraw, they will have a place to live. "“ Yes, I'll do it right away Yushchenko said, called on two soldiers, then ran away.