"Martyr Ernst."

"His Excellency Marshal."

With sounds, all the officers and soldiers stood up and looked at the arrival of Marshal Ernst with the most respectful eyes.

"Everyone rest, my soldiers, have a good rest." Wang Weiyi asked all his soldiers to sit down again.

When they arrived at the battlefield hospital, inside and outside, the doctors and the tigers seemed to have not noticed the arrival of the marshal at all, and were still nervously rescuing the wounded.

These are the most precious wealth of Germany

"Marson, please go out, please do not disturb the doctor." A nurse issued an order to expel the Great Marshal of the German Empire without hesitation.

"Yes, I'm disturbing." Wang Weiyi left here immediately without any argument.

"Doctor, this is how nurses are. In their eyes, patients are above everything else, not you, Marshal." Sophie, who had examined the wounded in the temporary ward, saw Marshal Ernst being driven out and explained in a low voice.

"Ah, yes, I didn't consider these." Wang Weiyi frankly admitted his mistake.

He is the king on the battlefield, and in the hospital, the doctors and doctors are the kings!

He glanced at Sophie: "Isn't it very strange that a French nurse has to take care of German soldiers here?"

"I don't think so." Sophie shook her head: "In my eyes, they are all my patients, that's all."

Wang Weiyi smiled and checked his soldiers in the ward one by one.

Those who were in mild injuries struggled to get up from the hospital bed to pay tribute to the marshal, but were stopped by the marshal.

"Respect your wounds to take care of your heart, this is what I need." Wang Weiyi encouraged these brave and strong soldiers with his smile and voice.

In the ward of the seriously injured, all the soldiers who were lying were fighting tenaciously against death.

Half of their souls had been pulled out of their bodies by the god of death, but they were still struggling to make it difficult for some to heal, but they would never be able to go to the battlefield again. They lost some very important parts on them

"Soldier, what's your name?" Wang Weiyi asked when he saw a soldier who had lost one leg.

"His Marshal, SS Skeleton Division Sergeant Aik." Sergeant Aik became excited when he saw the Marshal talking to him.

Wang Weiyi smiled and said, "How is the situation, my soldier?"

"Ah, I'm fine. Except for missing one leg, I think I can't go to the battlefield anymore and play for Germany anymore." Sergeant Esch looked a little depressed.

"You can at least put a wooden leg on and be a promising career, pirate."

Marshal Ernst's words made everyone laugh

Sergeant Ashke also smiled: "You have to give me a boat, Marshal."

"I will give it to you and will also equip you with many sailors." Wang Weiyi's heart ached, but he had to smile to tell his soldiers that nothing was scary: "I think you and your companions can drive the ship to England and return with a full load. Ah, don't forget to bring me some spoils back."

"I will, I promise." As he said this, Sgt. Ashke's eyes were filled with tears.

"Now you have to recover well, Sergeant." Wang Weiyi said as he turned his eyes to the hospital bed beside him. It was a coma soldier, and a nurse was taking good care of him. Wang Weiyi whispered to Sophie beside him: "What's wrong with him?"

Sophie extended a little dimly: "His brain was injured by the Russian shelling. It has been seven days since today, but there are still no signs of waking up."

"Miss nurse, can he wake up?" Wang Weiyi gave the question to the nurse who was caring for the wounded.

"I don't know, Marshal, God bless him"

Wang Weiyi stared at the soldier in a daze. He suddenly saw a harmonica next to Sergeant Aike's pillow: "Sergeant Aike, can I ask you to borrow it?"

"Of course, Marshal."

Wang Weiyi took the harmonica and sat down next to the unconscious soldier. Then he put the harmonica to his mouth, and the melody that all the German soldiers were extremely familiar with sounded.

Sergeant Ashke and some wounded men couldn't help but sing softly with Marshal Ernst's harmonica:

"On the reefs of the Southwest Pacific Islands, mermaids play beautiful and sad bagpipes. The ancient Melanesians called them Adala; their homes are deep in the sun, along the rainbow, and come to the waters where humans appear, and are usually hidden in the tornadoes on the sea."

This song is very familiar with not only German soldiers, but also Wang Weiyi.

It was during World War I, when Wang Weiyi heard this song for the first time and learned it.

He blew over and over again, and the soldiers sang over and over again

Finally, Wang Weiyi put down the harmonica in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on the wounded man who was still sleeping: "Sergeant Aike, I ask you something to do, please play this song several times a day and listen to him."

"Okay, Marshal." Although Sergeant Ashke didn't know what the Marshal wanted to do, he agreed immediately.

Wang Weiyi stood up: "The sooner the person in a coma is exposed to music, the more it can make his brain react, which may make him wake up."

"Marson, you are such a kind person." The nurse said gratefully.

"Marson, you are really a kind man." Sergeant Ashke said the same way, his eyes red: "Even if he will never wake up, I think he can hear your songs. It is the honor of all of us to die for you!"

It is an honor for all of us to die for you!

Sophie looked at the Marshal silently, and now she began to understand why Marshal Ernst was supported by so many Germans.

He is a demon on the battlefield, but he is an angel here!

Sophie can't imagine how a person combines demons and angels so perfectly

Wang Weiyi quietly walked out of the ward and did not disturb his soldiers anymore.

These cute soldiers, they paid too much for victory

Outside the ward, several reporters from the warfield reporters were already waiting for the marshal.

Before the reporters could speak, Wang Weiyi said: "I think you are here to ask me what I think about the victory in the Kharkov battle, right?"

The marshal asked the question he wanted to ask in advance, and the reporters smiled

"I suggest you go in and see why we won such a victory." Wang Weiyi pointed to the hospital: "In the Battle of Kharkov, we had 18,000 soldiers killed, and many others were injured. Some of them would die in the hospital bed, and some even if they were discharged, they lost their hands or feet and could no longer go to the battlefield. They did not regret it. Just now, a sergeant named Aike told me something. Judging from his eyes, I know that as long as it is possible, he is still willing to fight for Germany."

He was silent there: "So I wonder, should we celebrate me or cheer for the soldiers? My answer is that the latter should be respected by Germany more than I do, and this respect is much more important than me. So I think the scale of our Disabled Soldiers Committee must be expanded, the funds must be increased, and the staff must be enhanced. But, as we all know, it is a war time and what should we do if we are very tight?"

He sighed softly: "So I decided to set up the Ernst Disability Fund to serve these soldiers. I will personally invest three million marks to maintain the development of the fund. If anyone is willing to donate, I will express my gratitude to him on behalf of the German government and all the soldiers."

A reporter took the lead in applause, and then there was a burst of applause around him.

Perhaps, this is exactly the charm of Baron Alexander in the eyes of the Germans. He is so cruel and ruthless on the battlefield, but in normal times, he is so compassionate.

"Mr. Marshal, I will donate two hundred marks." The reporter of "Photo" was the first to call out.

"Hey, Baron, I think my personal donation of 500 marks has reached my limit."

"Ah, I don't have that much money, but I can take out three hundred marks."

Here, the reporters began to donate first

"Thank you, thank you." Wang Weiyi expressed his gratitude as much as possible: "Someone may ask, with a Germany, why do we have the courage to challenge the whole of Europe? We can now tell them that because of our unity and our spirit. Each of us is a warrior, and each of us is willing to sacrifice all Germany for our country, and we will surely be invincible!"

The applause of the reporters sounded again

The news of the establishment of the Ernst Disabled Soldiers Fund quickly spread throughout Germany.

Baron Alexanderson donated three million marks, which deeply touched all the Germans.

This does not mean how rich the Baron is, but after the victory, what the Baron thinks of is not personal honor, but all the soldiers who have lost their normal ability to live. This is the most important thing

In a short time, the Ernst Disabled Soldiers Fund received a large amount of donations and quickly started to work.

This fund cannot solve the problems of all disabled soldiers, but it clearly conveys a confidence to the whole of Germany:

When you fight for your country, the country will never forget you! (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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