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　Just as he was about to move, a wave of artillery fire from the deep sea not far away accurately hit the ammunition boxes temporarily stored in the tunnel. Several American soldiers who were replenishing ammunition nearby were killed.

　Burnt, roasted, and half-cooked limbs, broken arms, minced meat, and internal organs fell with the dust. One piece of broken intestine fell directly on Walker's leg.

　Because of the lack of light, Walker didn't know what it was at first, so he subconsciously swatted it away. When he felt something was wrong with his hand, he held it up to the light to take a look.

　Wow, it was a mass of large intestines. It was just large intestines, but it was also constantly leaving behind something that I couldn't tell whether it was food scraps or half-finished feces, giving people an extremely strong visual impact.

　"Shit! Oh my God!" Walker immediately threw the indescribable object in his hand away as if it were a conditioned reflex.

　He tried hard to suppress the urge to vomit, gasping for air, and couldn't help but sigh, "This is simply hell on earth!"

　When Walker was drafted into the US Army, his instructors and superiors often talked about the awesomeness of the deep sea and showed him numerous instructional videos to help the recruits understand the depths of the ocean. But no matter how much he learned, nothing could compare to the thrill of actual combat.

　He had just thrown away the rotten intestines when he heard someone in the team shouting, "The Deep Sea Armored Cavalry is coming! It's bad! The Deep Sea Armored Cavalry is coming! Quick... quick...!"

　"No, what is Deep Sea doing? Why did they send motorized infantry first and then armored forces to attack?" Walker was puzzled.

　No matter how confused he was, now was not the time to figure it out. Walker simply wiped the dirt off his hands and quickly picked up the AT4 rocket launcher, ready to shoot at the deep-sea tanks and cavalry.

　The Deep Sea Cavalry has always been a nightmare for the US ground forces. Whenever the ghost of the Deep Sea Cavalry appears on the battlefield, it always has varying degrees of impact on the morale of the US troops on the front line.

　If the Deep Sea Cavalry simply charged, they wouldn't be that formidable, as they were armed with cannons and large-caliber machine guns. But the problem was that the Deep Sea Cavalry employed more harassment tactics. They'd shoot you from a distance and then immediately run away.

　Due to this time difference, not many bullets hit the warhorse or the deep sea, and they can recover in just ten minutes. Then they will attack you repeatedly in the same way, which is very troublesome.

　In addition, the Deep Sea Cavalry is very good at taking advantage of the terrain to offset their greater disadvantage on the battlefield; then, combined with the three-three system they learned when fighting the People's Liberation Army in the last world, as well as the cooperation of other friendly forces, they often beat the US military into a state of confusion.

　Then, when they're only a few dozen meters away from you, using a three-by-three system, they'll all draw their swords or spears for a final charge. At this distance, even machine guns can only take down a small number of cavalrymen at best; most of the cavalrymen will have already rushed over and cut you down.

　When a large number of deep-sea cavalry and tanks appeared on the battlefield, the US tanks changed their targets and gave priority to attacking the tanks. Infantry fighting vehicles and flat-fire machine guns gave priority to dealing with the

　Deep sea cavalry in impact.

　Calling for support when encountering a tough enemy is a nearly century-old tradition in the US military. When the Deep Sea Cavalry appeared on the battlefield, the communication lines to the artillery and rocket launcher positions in the rear were almost overwhelmed by the calls.

　In addition to artillery, air force is naturally indispensable for fire support, especially in the United States.

　"Hello, hey, hey! Section X of the defense line is encountering a fierce attack from the main force of the enemy's armored cavalry! We need air support! Repeat, we need air support." Faced with the main force of the deep-sea armored cavalry that is surging like a tide, the front line frantically requested air support.

　Even though the air supremacy on the battlefield has always been shared equally with the deep sea, the US Air Force is still working hard to cooperate with the ground forces. If the ground forces tell them to attack east, they will never attack west.

　The front-line commander asked the Air Force to blow up those tanks that were large targets so that the tanks could be free to use their excellent fire control performance to snipe the more flexible and difficult deep-sea cavalry.

　Due to some shielding systems of deep-sea vehicles themselves, active homing will be seriously interfered with, and the Air Force can only drop iron bombs, ordinary rockets or non-active homing guided missiles. This puts high demands on the pilots' own skills or the guidance of ground forces.

　Shen Hai saw this clearly and specifically ordered the scouts to keep an eye on it. If there were any guiding laser beams or the like, they should directly shoot the American soldiers operating the laser beams.

　As the saying goes, the devil is one foot high, and the road is ten feet higher. In order to save their lives, the US military turned the laser guide into a periscope, allowing soldiers to guide missiles or bombs to the target without showing their heads.

　Of course, if the opponent's deep-sea shooting skills are at the lock-and-hang level, and Wanjunzhong shoots out your guide, then there is nothing you can do. Unless you use the "cunning rabbit has three burrows" to trick the opponent like a groundhog, there is a possibility of breaking the deadlock.

　After a day and a night of continuous attacks from the Deep Sea, a flawed defense was discovered. Walker's defenses gave way, and the Deep Sea's armored cavalry tore through the defenses and poured in.

　With a loud "boom", at the moment when it was hopeless to hold the defense line, Walker and a large group of comrades followed the orders of their superiors and retreated to the second line of defense.

　Just as he was about to run away, a Mark V tank (Deep Sea) fired a shot near him. Although the shock wave of the explosion was not enough to kill Walker, it still shook him severely.

　Immediately afterwards, a thing that was lifted up by the shock wave... a piece of metal that looked like a mechanical part fell from the sky and hit Walker on the head, causing him to faint on the spot.

　Thanks to the protection of the thick ECH helmet, otherwise Walker’s head would have been gone directly, and it would not have been just a matter of fainting.

　Until... he vaguely felt as if someone was holding him up. Because Walker was in great pain, this slight sense of regaining consciousness lasted only a few seconds, and before he could see anything clearly, he passed out again.

　Chapter 417 Old Friend

　After Walker fainted, he didn't know how much time had passed. He felt like he had a long dream. In the dream, it was a world without deep-sea invasions, Biden was still in power in the United States, and yet all the social problems remained unchanged.

　Suddenly, the sound of a baseball game commentary woke Walker from his dream. He slowly opened his eyes and felt a tightness in his head.

　"Hiss...ah..." He subconsciously touched his head, and probably touched some painful spot, and couldn't help but cry out in pain.

　However, what he felt was not a wound, but a circle of gauze, which made him feel relieved. At least he was rescued and his injuries were treated.

　"Where...is this...am I in the field hospital in the rear?" After waking up completely, Walker looked towards the place where the broadcast had just come from. This sight almost scared Walker to death.

　Sitting at the table over there was a girl with flowing silver hair. She was wearing a World War I British army training uniform on the upper body and a pleated skirt and black stockings of the same color on the lower body. She was carrying a shoulder bag with a round red cross medical symbol on it on a white background.

　It was obvious that this was a genuine deep-sea medic. At this moment, this deep-sea medic was eating Buffalo spicy chicken wings while watching a baseball game on the laptop on the table.

　(PS: After the Deep Sea attacked the United States, the army uniforms changed, mainly in the lower body; the bulky and cumbersome military pants and leggings were changed to a smart army green pleated skirt, with various black stockings, and some with bare legs.)

　Walker now has no leisure to appreciate the short skirt and black stockings. He just wants to escape from this place as soon as possible.

　Although he knew that Shen Hai might not be a bad guy, they had just fought against each other not long ago, and the instinct of survival and self-preservation still made him feel uneasy.

　"Hmm?" The Deep Sea noticed the movement behind her and turned half her head to see what was going on.

　Seeing Walker wake up, she slowly turned her chair 180 degrees and greeted him with a familiar smile: "Hey, you're awake? How was your rest?"

　Walker's breathing quickened, his words becoming incoherent with nervousness as he stammered, "You, you, you... Deep Sea... Where am I? What are you going to do to me?! I'm warning... I'm warning... you... you must abide by the Geneva Convention!"

　"Brother, don't be nervous. I won't do anything to you." The deep-sea medic said kindly, "You are in the military hospital in the rear now. I am just treating your injuries. That's all. Relax."

　"You guys didn't build a realistic stage and create an environment to deceive me, did you? Was that baseball game you watched live?"

　This scene reminded Walker of the ending of a Marvel movie, and he couldn't help but ask.

　The Deep Sea chuckled and said, "Brother, have you watched too many Captain America movies? This is a real scene, not a set. As expected, after all these years, you are still a fan of Captain America."

　"Wait... Miss... Deep Sea, do you know me?" Walker looked at the Deep Sea in front of him, as if he was talking to an old friend, and they started to call each other brothers.

　More importantly, this deep sea seems to know its own hobbies, which is really incredible.

　As soon as Walker said this, the deep-sea medic suddenly burst into laughter. "Walker, Walker, I know you better than anyone else. Who was it that got drunk and vomited all over me? Who did you play Call of Duty with every day in the dorm? Who saved your life during the shooting?"

　The deep-sea medic's words completely frustrate Walker. His pupils trembled and he stammered, "You...you...you are...are you? This...this..."

　Walker began to observe the Deep Sea medic carefully, not with a lecherous gaze, but with a serious look. He found that the Deep Sea's temperament, words and deeds were very similar to his best friend.

　"No, this must be a trick of your deep sea! You used your incredible intelligence capabilities to investigate me, and then performed this in front of me..." Walker still couldn't believe it in the end.

　The Deep Sea Medic sighed, she stood up, crossed her arms over her chest and said, "No, buddy, are you really going to force me to use my ultimate move? Okay, don't blame me."

　Then, the deep-sea medical soldier blurted out all the dark history and little secrets between the two of them that only Walker and his best friend knew.

　"Enough, enough! Kenneth, it's really you, my good brother..." Walker blushed and waved his hands quickly, begging Kenneth to stop pouring out his dark history.

　At this moment, the deep-sea medic smiled knowingly, returned to his seat, and said humorously yet seriously, "Although I now have the number 985211, I'm Kenneth and I'm not changing my name. If it's fake, I'll compensate you tenfold. Guaranteed."

　"Brother, you..." Walker swallowed and looked Kenneth up and down, looking thoughtful. After a while, he asked, "Why are you like this? Why did you choose Shen Hai to do this?"

　"You know I have esophageal cancer, right?" Kenneth said. "It's mid-stage, heading towards the late stage. There's nothing I can do."

　"So you're okay now?"

　"Of course, and it's the kind that will never relapse. Otherwise, why would I be so obsessed with spicy chicken wings now? Oh, by the way, do you want one too?" Kenneth picked up a chicken wing and handed it to Walker.

　Walker quickly declined, "Forget it. The spiciness of the food you usually eat is not something most people can handle. Just enjoy your meal."

　Seeing that Walker didn't take it, Kenneth put the spicy chicken wing in his mouth and chewed it for a dozen times, bone and all, without changing his expression. He swallowed it down calmly, as if the chicken wing was not spicy at all.

　With the current level of human medical technology, it is impossible to completely prevent cancer from recurring. It is better to say that this is a limitation of carbon-based organisms.

　After millions and millions of cell divisions, there are always a few problem cells, and a few of them will eventually develop into large tumors that threaten the entire body.

　In this light, it is not difficult for Walker to understand why his good brother chose to become the deep sea. The pain and incurability of cancer, and the permanent solution of becoming the deep sea, this temptation is really... too great.

　Walker asked again, "Did you take care of all the bandages and stuff?"

　"Yes, what's wrong?"

　"how did you make it?"

　Kenneth didn't hide it: "They were treated at the front line, and then transported to the rear for further treatment, that's all."

　"So you found me on the front lines?" Walker's eyes widened.

　"Yes, I was at the front line checking if there were any survivors. Then I found you. I couldn't believe it when I saw you for the first time," said Kenneth.

　Walker quickly asked, "Maybe this is fate... So how am I doing now?"

　Kenneth said, "It's a concussion and some skin injuries on the head. Just bandage it up and rest for a few days. To be honest, your helmet saved your life. If you didn't have the helmet, you wouldn't be alive even if God came."

　Then Kenneth opened the photos of the scene, and Walker saw the damage to his helmet. He was immediately frightened and thanked God for his protection and his good luck.

　Walker pondered for a long time before speaking. "You chose to become a member of the Deep Sea in order to heal your illness. Are the things you told me true? Is America under Deep Sea rule like what the battlefield pamphlets describe?"

　It is not surprising that Walker has such doubts. Before, he was willing to believe his brother's description, but now his brother has become the deep sea. He wants to rule out the suspicion that Kenneth is doing propaganda work and the possibility that it is deliberate.

　"Hearing is believing, seeing is believing." Kenneth crossed his legs in a very masculine way and said, "I've said so much online before, why don't you go and see it in person? How about I get a wheelchair and take you for a walk?"

　"Tsk..." At this moment, from the perspective of Kenneth, a deep-sea medical soldier, he suddenly noticed that something was bulging under his good brother.

　She teased directly: "What? Are you fascinated by my black stockings? I treat you as a brother, and you still want to have sex with me? You

　If you really can't hold it back, I can give you a masturbation cup to play with. But don't think about it, I'm not gay."

　At this point, Walker awkwardly smoothed things over, saying, "It's just a normal male reaction. Your Deep Sea figure is really... there's nothing I can do about it. Of course, I don't have any such feelings for you, so don't worry."

　Then Walker went on to say, "There's no need for a wheelchair. I think I can get out of bed and walk."

　Kenneth used his deep-sea medical abilities to scan Walker, shook his head, and said, "Given your current level of recovery, I don't recommend walking. A wheelchair is a better option."

　Kenneth walked out of the ward and came back in half a minute later with a wheelchair. He opened the door, helped Walker sit in the wheelchair, and then pushed the wheelchair out of the room.

　The moment he left the room, Walker knocked on the wall with his hand, muttering, "It seems I'm not just a background."

　"Kid, please watch Captain America less..." If Walker wasn't a patient, Kenneth would have patted Walker on the head.

　Chapter 418 Old Friend (2)

　"By the way, which city is this specifically?"

　Walker was in a wheelchair and felt he needed to know which city he was in so that he would have some idea of ​​where he was.

　"North Carolina, Rocky Mountain City, it's said to be the rear hospital." Kenneth pushed the wheelchair and took Walker into the elevator, then pressed the [1F] button.

　There were still some patients and Shen Hai in the elevator. These patients looked like ordinary people, not soldiers. After the elevator door opened, everyone got out one after another and went their separate ways.

　Walker noticed the people queuing and coming and going in the hospital lobby. He finally saw some soldiers, but most of them were ordinary people.

　Puzzled, he asked, "Why are there so many people who look like civilians? We are in a civilian hospital?"

　Kenneth replied, "No, this is a military hospital."

　"Then why are there so many civilians?" Walker was curious and puzzled about the presence of civilian patients in military hospitals. (U.S. military hospitals generally do not accept civilians.)

　"This is the rule of the new America. Military hospitals can provide medical treatment to civilians, but military personnel can be given priority with certificates according to the law," Kenneth explained.

　Walker thought it was good, but it was even more strange. "Wait a minute, do you deep-sea people need to go to the hospital?"

　"New America also has a small number of human troops. These hospitals are for them to watch and are open to the public at the same time." Kenneth returned.

　"Do you also need medical staff in the deep sea?" Walker asked, looking at Kenneth, the medic's attire.

　Kenneth tilted his head, looking at Walker with a bit of surprise, and said, "Of course it's necessary. How can a living thing not have problems? It's just that we (deep-sea medics) are responsible for the deep sea on the one hand, and humans on the other."

　"Responsible for humans?" Walker was puzzled. "Don't humans have their own doctors?"

　"We're mostly responsible for places like civilian community clinics, aid stations, prisoner-of-war camps, prisons, and drug rehabilitation centers. Most human doctors think their lives are precious and rarely work in these places, so we take over."

　(Marx once said that the value of the labor commodity is determined by the socially necessary labor time required to produce and reproduce this special commodity. Doctors have high incomes because their training costs are high, so the value of their labor commodity is correspondingly high.

　But this leads to a problem: doctors benefit the public at a disadvantage, while the public at a disadvantage suffers from the doctors. Therefore, if Shenhai wants to establish a medical system that benefits the general public, it will inevitably intensify the conflict between the US government, the US doctor community, and the pharmaceutical industry.

　If China's universal health care system were directly copied here, these American doctors, spoiled by high salaries and leisure time, would probably force the government to step down like their Korean counterparts.

　Therefore, until these troublesome contradictions are resolved and a mechanism is found that can make both doctors and patients feel comfortable, the deep sea can only use medical soldiers to replace the public medical position.)

　When Kenneth mentioned the prisoner-of-war camp, Walker realized that he seemed to be in the city, so he asked again: "By the way, shouldn't I be in the prisoner-of-war camp?"

　Kenneth said, "According to regulations, you should be in a prisoner-of-war camp, and in fact, you are in a prisoner-of-war camp. The reason you are here now is because you are on medical parole."

　"There's no hospital in the prisoner-of-war camp?"

　"Yes, but the conditions aren't as good as outside. You're my good brother, so I must provide you with the best medical conditions possible. I had a hard time getting this medical parole application. There aren't any private rooms in the prisoner-of-war camp."

　"This..." Walker felt that this process seemed to be taking a long time. He realized that he seemed not to have checked the time, so he hurriedly asked, "What month and date is it now?"

　“你昏了9天，现在是5月3日。准确来说，是2024年5月3日下午4点15分。”

　"..." For the first time, Walker felt as if he were in another world. He felt like he had only slept for a whole day, but in fact, nine days had passed.

　This situation where the objective passage of time is so different from the subjective feeling of time always gives people an indescribable sense of subtlety.