Chapter 15 Chapter Fourteen

The bunker was too short of manpower. Even though Leo was on crutches and had a fresh injury, he was immediately sent to the east wall, where the other person guarding there was not a soldier, but Mr. Li, the political officer stationed in Chadara.They just shook hands and greeted, the enemy has launched the first wave of offensive. Leo has no experience in combat, at most he has only acted on the stage.He played Henry V at Eton College, impassionedly reciting St. Crispin's Speech on stage.Obviously, Shakespeare's stage experience is not enough to deal with the guns rumble of modern warfare.

The barrier and the guardhouse on the bridge are each equipped with two machine guns, and the loud rattling sound can be heard endlessly.Thousands of rifles fired simultaneously like a deafening chaotic percussion.Outside the wall, the shouts are like huge waves, passion calls for passion, and fanaticism fuels fanaticism.The heavy sound of war drums pierced through all the sounds, boom, boom, boom, like the pulse of the turmoil in the Swat Valley. In less than a few minutes, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. The weapons of the Indian army were all replaced by smokeless gunpowder, but the rebels who besieged the city still used old-fashioned firearms.The Pashtun rebels successively attacked the Western Wall, the northeast corner of the fort, and the cavalry stable.Officers scurry about the ramparts, deploying soldiers.

There is no time to be afraid.Leo sat by the gun holes in the rampart, reloading the ammunition for the bespectacled Mr. Li, and he would mutter from time to time, oh my god, I can see their faces. During the brief lull in the fighting, someone brought coffee up the rampart.Mr. Lee and Leo share a cup. They really caught us off guard, Mr. Li said.I never thought it would actually happen.I thought that even if there was a war, it would be only a small-scale exchange of fire. You are not alone in thinking this way. Alas, at least not for long.At daybreak, the Swats will decide to retreat when they find that there are heavy casualties.

Really?Leo asked, his tone half questioning, half expecting. The Swats are not very warlike, and other Pashtuns look down on them.Moreover, the tribes in the upper and lower reaches of the river often fight each other, and the rebels are like a mess. Leo recalled the silent mob he met on the road, desperately trying to stop Leo and Bernie from being caught in the ambush.They are not loosely organized at all.Although other Pashtuns looked down upon the Swats, they traveled long distances to fight.According to Imran's report, some even came from as far away as Bajur. He didn't voice these thoughts.He is just a traveler, and no amount of words can change Mr. Li's belief.Whether the Swats and Pashtuns are independent or united will soon be proved.

The end of that night was coming soon. Leo asked Mr. Lee how many men were in the bunker, and he replied, twenty Lancers, one hundred and eighty Riflemen, three officers, one medical assistant, myself, and the entourage.The political officer leaned against the wall, the coffee he just drank was not enough to resist his fatigue.Look, we stood all night with few casualties. The sun came out, and the darkness gradually receded. Leo watched the sun rise above the Swat River in awe. The wide rapids reflected fiery red and copper yellow, and the sky above still had a little deep purple.If you are not at war, you can enjoy it to your heart's content.If you are not at war, you can enjoy it to your heart's content.

Before he could answer, exclamations came from all around the barrier.Indian soldiers and cavalry pointed to the north. Below the high hills where the bunker stood, hundreds of colorful military flags fluttered in the morning wind.A large number of people stood side by side, not only thousands, but tens of thousands, stretching east and west to an invisible distance, and the white clothes were as dazzling as fresh snow in the morning sun. God has mercy, Mr. Li stared blankly and said.People from all over Swat came, and the tribe of Bajors.The Bonnavo and Otmankai also joined. With bursts of warning and panic shouts, bullets rained into the bunker.The bunker itself seemed impenetrable, standing majestic on the hill, but in fact the towering cliffs to the north towered over it, and at this time the hill was full of snipers trying to kill every soldier defending the fort.

The officer ordered a group of Indian soldiers to move sandbags and stones to raise the fence to defend against snipers.Mr. Li hurried to help.Leo stared blankly at the chaotic scene. He was sorry for Bernie.He was supposed to keep her safe, but instead he brought her to battle and plunged her into the worst rebellion in decades.Even if it was she who was clamoring to hurry at the beginning.He should have stayed and waited despite her insistence, but he didn't. Now she is very likely to die.If the bunker is breached, although they are just two unlucky travelers caught in a war at the wrong time and place, they will inevitably go to hell with others.

He instinctively dodged the images that came to mind, but a few fragments still stuck in his heart.Her hands were slumped to the ground.Her cheeks were pale as marble.Her blouse was stained with blood. He couldn't breathe.For the first time, he experienced this kind of feeling, not just losing her, but being separated from her forever. He couldn't bear it.He is not that strong. Bei Ni was worried, and with the rumble of gunfire outside, she thought she would never be able to sleep at night, but unexpectedly she fell asleep lying on Doctor Qi's desk. spread out on the table.She dreamed of the circus setting off cannons, and of the detailed steps involved in healing a shattered knee.

The clamor of battle becomes an eerie lullaby.She almost woke up when the gunfire died down a little, but as the gunfight raged again, she slept more deeply than before.Gunshots, shouts, and footsteps running on the rampart all merged into one. She woke up shortly after sunrise.There was almost no sound in the bunker.She opened the window panel slightly, and saw the cook running up the barrier carrying a large pot of hot tea and a large amount of food.At least Leo won't starve. She brushed her teeth, rebraided her hair, and rummaged through Leo's saddlebags to see if there was anything to eat.Sure enough, she found a few dried apricots, which tasted extremely sweet.

There is a knock on the door.She hurried to open the door.The person outside was not Leo, but Dr. Xin Langji.madam, someone has been shot Isn't it Mr. Mo? no ma'am.Is a chef.Can you operate on him? She hesitated for a moment, she was not very familiar with the surgical techniques needed on the battlefield, and she only had one experience in treating gunshot wounds. It was the last time she went back to Pinewood Manor. Someone had an accident while hunting, and the doctor in the village happened to be away on vacation. . no problem. Thank you, madam.Please be very careful when you're out and about, ma'am.There are Pashtun snipers on the mountain. Although they are in the bunker, they may still be hit.

As if to prove what Xin Langji said was true, two bullets hit him less than five meters behind him.They all jumped up in fright.Bernie swallowed, she didn't expect to be so dangerous in the bunker. They ran to the infirmary.The cook was shot in the shoulder.Beni took him under general anesthesia and took out the bullet, and then the doctor called a laundryman to help, and they worked together to carry the injured to the next ward on a stretcher. Bernie washed her hands thoroughly.The assistant scrubbed the operating table, and she was in charge of disinfecting gloves and used instruments, and preparing more anesthetics. Another cook braved the hail of bullets to bring Bernie breakfast, which she gratefully accepted.But she had only taken two bites when the door of the infirmary opened, and outside stood two soaked Indian cavalrymen, one of whom was profusely bleeding from his thigh. After stopping the bleeding, she took out the bullet, sent the wounded to the ward, and then went back to always have breakfast.The door of the infirmary opened again, and this time an officer came in, like the cavalry just now, the lower part of his uniform was completely wet. Ma'am, are you a doctor? I am a temporary doctor.Is there something wrong? I am Captain Luo of the 11th Division of the Bengal Lancers.The cavalryman who came for treatment just now is my subordinate, I want to know how his injury is. The cavalry may not be able to fight for the time being.However, as long as the wound is not inflamed, it should not cause long-term sequelae.She repeatedly assured Capt. Lo that she was taking all precautions against inflammation. Captain Luo shook hands with her.Thank you, ma'am. He was about to leave after he finished speaking, but she couldn't hold back her curiosity anymore, so she called him to stop.Captain, may I ask why your clothes and those of your two subordinates are soaked through? Because we're wading across the Swat, madam. Wading across the Swat River?Why? To get here, ma'am.We are from Malacan. Oh great!She was so happy that she almost jumped up.Reinforcements are coming, and the Chadara bunker will soon be released.You should be just the vanguard of the slow army, right? The captain shook his head solemnly.Unfortunately, we are the only reinforcements.Forty cavalrymen, another officer, and myself.The Malakan camp was nearly breached last night when Pashtun rebels took over an ammunition depot.Because we were worried that Chadara would be seriously trapped, we decided to send troops to support this morning.It seemed likely to be a drop in the bucket, the hills between Malacan and the river were full of rebels, the first time in my life I saw so many people.We've had a hard time getting here. Bernie's heart sank.In other words, Malakan could not send more reinforcements. We have to wait for Nao Xuewei to send troops to rescue Malakan before we can rush to help.But the Noshera Army has no troops now, because the army sent to suppress the Tozi Valley has not yet returned to camp. That's it, she said feebly. I'm sorry, ma'am.I should say something to comfort you.I'm not used to discussing military affairs with women. It's all right, Captain, she said.Rather than being kept in the dark, I'd rather know the truth. Maybe it's better not to know. As long as reinforcements arrive soon, she can pretend that her stupid mistake won't cause any damage.But now even Malakan is under siege, it is impossible to send troops to support When I become an old Cambridge professor with goose skin and gray hair, and I can hardly even go to the podium, I will think about the border of India, and recall how the wonderful journey of life brought me here, and it became the end of my wandering in my youth. He will never turn into a goofy old Cambridge professor.He can never leave the Indian border.Once the bunker falls, the wandering of his youth will end with his young life. Blame her for losing her mind.It's all because she was too eager to stay away from him, even disregarding their safety.She was stupid enough to think that a week of heartache in a safe place would be worse than death. It was all her fault. They were like an island cut off indefinitely from the safety of the Indian plains, but it was still hot and everyone on the ramparts was sweating.The Pashtun rebels continued to attack the bunker.Their strength and courage seemed to be inexhaustible, and seeing their comrades dragged down like dominoes in the bunker made them even more determined.When the exchange of fire paused for a while, the defenders hurriedly raised the fence to prevent snipers on the mountain from firing cold shots. At nine o'clock in the evening, Captain Ba came to find Leo.Mrs. Mo has something to tell me.She wants you to go down and change the dressing, and then sleep for a few hours. If you don't, she will refuse to remove the bullets for my men. Leo shook his head.Women's tricks. I'm feeling it too.But now I can't be alone, so you'd better listen to her. Before going to the infirmary, Leo went back to the room to clean. He didn't want to see her dirty and smelly.He washed with his uninjured arm, unceremoniously used a lot of Doctor Qi's soap, and sweated all day because of the extreme heat and fear. The cold water felt very comfortable on his body, and he also used a lot of water when rinsing. When he came out of the bathroom, she was already waiting for him outside.They stood looking at each other for a long time.She was as pale and terrified as they had been when they first encountered the Pashtun mob.It's just that now he is also uneasy because he is worried about what will happen next. Bernie, he said softly. You wet the dressing, she said.Fortunately, the dressing will be changed soon. She washed his hands, sat him down on the table, and removed his bandages.Kneeling on one knee, she pushed aside the towel wrapped around his body and cleaned the wound on his leg.He gasped as the carbolic acid solution tingled coolly on his skin. He was very tired, and he hadn't closed his eyes for nearly forty hours.After the anesthesia wore off, the sutured wound began to hurt sharply, as if bitten by a rabid dog.His head was throbbing from drinking too much coffee and not eating much.However, when she knelt in front of him, her fingers caressed his legs, and her soft breath teased his skin mercilessly, all the pain became vague, and she could only feel her more and more sharply. Her long hair mixed with white silk was smoothly and neatly tied into a braid.Her pretty earlobes.Her collar was crepe from the heat. She stood up and treated the wound on his side for him.She tilted her head to see clearly: her blouse was buttoned tightly to her chin, and the light of the oil lamp traced a small section of quilt neck exposed.He really wanted to undo some buttons for her just out of humanity.The room was getting hotter and hotter. The window panels were all tightly closed to prevent stray bullets from flying in, and the walls were still releasing the heat accumulated during the day. Have you ever taken a nap since we got here? Everyone didn't have to sleep, and it didn't matter if I didn't sleep.and you?Can you get some sleep? The sudden sound of war drums shook the walls.The sporadic gunshots just now immediately became as dense as a hailstorm.The Pashtun rebels charged towards the fort with a cry that was always so single-minded, so savage. She stopped and listened for a while, then gritted her teeth and continued changing the dressing.After finishing work, she was busy cleaning up the soiled bandages.Only then did he notice that her hands were shaking, almost imperceptibly, but they were shaking. He held her hands, and her fear pierced his heart like a knife.benny. Go to sleep, she didn't look at him.You need to supplement the stare. He pulls her over.Bernie, listen to me.We're not at the end of the road yet.The fort is well stocked with ammunition.Our officers and soldiers have strict military discipline and precise grabbing methods.We can definitely hold out until reinforcements arrive. It's a pity that even he himself felt that these words were empty. He wasn't lying, he was just picking out the most motivating facts.He didn't mention the sea of ​​Pashtuns he'd seen this morning, or the exhaustion of the defenders, or the hypnotic determination to die on the faces of the mob rushing towards the fort.The Swats and neighboring tribes wanted the British out, and they were more than happy to die for that purpose. She lifted her eyelashes, and her dark green eyes were frantic.If you want to make me feel better, it's actually very simple.let me apologize.Let me pull my hair on the ground.Let me humbly and painfully apologize.Let me apologize now before it will most likely be too late. well, he said.Speak. She looked at him hesitantly.Say it? Yes, speak up. I'm sorry, she said.My behavior was very childish and thoughtless, please forgive me. He kissed her ear lightly.I forgive you. There are no more beautiful words in the world than these.She cupped his face, and kisses rained down on his cheeks, lower head and lips.Finally she stopped on his lips and kissed him tenderly.His mouth smells of fennel seeds, a spice that Indians chew after meals to get rid of bad breath.She wanted to savor him slowly, like a connoisseur of centuries-old wine; she wanted to gulp him like an alcoholic trembling down his first glass of wine in the morning. Her hands ran down his arms.He had just taken a shower, and his skin was cool and smooth.His whole body was strong and toned, with strong musculature and leanness.He smells so good, he smells like Doctor Qi's soap all over his body. She backs away.I help you to bed.You only have a few hours to rest. She put her arms around his waist, used it as a crutch to support him to the edge of the bed, and then helped him sit on the edge of the bed.She was about to stand up when he grabbed her shirt.She dared not move.The fighting outside the house intensified, but inside the house she could only hear her disordered breathing and violent heartbeat. He kissed the top of her chin, the tip of her nose, and the corners of her eyes, and then lightly bit the edge of her earlobe.She trembled all over. He let her go.anything else? She nods. He moved back on the bed until his back was against the wall.Come on then. I'm afraid of getting your wound. Then we don't do things that will touch the wound. She sat beside him with her back against the wall.With a low laugh, he put his uninjured arm around her waist and pulled her over.She screamed, for fear of accidentally pressing on his wound.Fortunately, she straddled and knelt on both sides of his body in the end. She kissed his lips again, urgently and indecently.But he didn't seem to mind, and there was a pleasant and excited sound in his throat.He stroked her arm first, then the outer thigh.He pulled the skirt and petticoat out of her knees and lifted it up out of the way.She was still wearing a jumpsuit under her skirt, and his hand was crawling very, very slowly towards the opening between her legs. She choked up.Where he stroked her, the most, the wildest caresses mixed with the lightest, almost harmless touches.The pleasure hits warmly and densely like a summer rainstorm.She wanted to hold him tightly, wanting to blend into his body, but she only dared to press against the rough wall, her fingers spread out, desperately seeking support.Anything will do. Pleasure stretched her to the limit, tugged and shook her.Her thighs trembled as she struggled to hold herself in her kneeling position. All the while he kissed her as if she were air, water, fire, everything he needed to survive.It seems that she is sweet and sweet, like the taste of the first snow in the Himalayas melting on the tip of the tongue.It was as if he had wanted to kiss her for years and years and couldn't wait to make up for the long wait. He kissed her as she gasped for breath at the peak of her orgasm.Kiss her as she moans and hisses from the intensity of her orgasm.When she kept calling his name, again and again, praying for everything that could not be expected, he still kissed her densely. Can I do the same to you?she asked, still breathing. He trembled.Well, if you don't do it, I'll have to do it myself. She moved and knelt beside him, put her left arm around his neck, and kissed his shoulder.Little kisses turned into moist bites, then parted lips worshiping his skin and body. He hummed, the heat made his lower body throb. I guess, my movements should be very gentle, right?She asked, lifting the towel around his waist with her right hand. In fact, I hope you are very hard, that is not an antique vase. God, she murmured.Can you demonstrate? He took her hand and held his firm.Hold it as hard as you can. you sure? I do that myself. She whimpered.Immediately afterwards, she hummed vigorously, holding him firmly with one hand, like warm and tender pliers.Her hands are strong.He was so hyperactive that he would almost be liberated at the touch of a button. He leads her hands in mischievous movements.Yes, there it is.That's it. She did that.His heart was beating wildly.The breathing was so rapid that even to him it sounded like a bellows manipulated by a lunatic.He grabbed her skirt. She shifted her focus and kissed him again, her mouth warm and her tongue hungry.He loses all control.He kissed back like an avalanche.Although she repeatedly told him not to move, he couldn't help but puff up his stomach.He came to a hot, endless orgasm as he babbled and kept whispering words of relief and gratitude while kissing her again and again.