Chapter 349 Saints?

Aiwen came to the residential area on the island and stopped in front of a wooden house with a strong local style completed in advance by the advance personnel of Donglunzhi Company.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lean less.

A young soldier heard the sound and opened the door, and saw Aiwen outside the door and immediately saluted:

"Your Captain, you are here."

"How is the chief mate?"

Aiwen walked into the room and asked casually about Borg's current situation.

"After taking your potion, Mr. Chief Mister has recovered pretty well. The most important thing is that the wound is not infected.

After arriving at the port of Hattrafa, the conditions were much better than on the ship, and it is almost healed now. "

The soldier's eyes on Aiwen almost overflowed with substantive reverence.

With all kinds of legends in itself, he can also lead his men to victory after victory, and even the invincible Hilius naval fleet is completely annihilated!

Now they have saved their lives from illness. Among some soldiers with firm beliefs, this is simply the incarnation of "saints"!

This view is extremely marketable on "Storm Horn" and is definitely not an exception.

In fact, the soldiers' thoughts are not exaggerated.

In this era, modern medicine has just started, and bloodletting therapy is still popular. For those pirates living in poor conditions, the best medicine or the only medicine after injury is high rum.

No matter how good the conditions are, it is just a bottle of inferior "holy water" that does not know how much water is mixed.

Aiwen not only has sufficient high-end munitions holy water, but also a variety of "healing agents" prepared by himself, especially for trauma and large-area bleeding.

Thanks to Ivan's proficiency in "magic potions", they obtained excess drug protection and saved the lives of most of the wounded on board.

It is important to know that the number of indirect deaths on the battlefield (not timely treatment, infection, and excessive bleeding) is higher than the number of direct deaths.

If it weren't for these potions, the final total number of deaths would definitely exceed half!

But Aiwen felt that sooner or later he should go to a sufficiently good doctor.

From the "living chemistry school"'s understanding of the human body, although he can temporarily act as a doctor, there are too many strange diseases in the tropical environment of the "Golden Sea".

Far from being as simple as an ordinary trauma.

If you are in this environment all the year round, no one can guarantee that you will never get sick, even those who are extraordinary are suitable.

Knock on the door and walk into Borg's bedroom.

Although on the island of the New World, as the highest-ranking officer among the wounded, Borg's living conditions here are still very good.

Silk quilts, pajamas, ceramic tableware, top-grade black tea... everything should be high-end daily necessities.

Before Borg got up when he heard the movement, he stepped forward to support him.

"Just lie down. My first officer, do you feel better?

When will it be able to re-enter the list, "Storm Horn" can't do without you! "

Hear the words.

The middle-aged first mate in pajamas showed a smile on his face, raised his right arm to show him, and the elbow under his upper arm had completely disappeared.

In fact, there is a more serious wound under the right rib, almost touching the internal organs.

That was during the melee on the "Stellenbosch", the first mate who was also wearing the "living animal skin" was injured by the sword of the senior knight Stanley, the captain of the enemy ship.

Given the medical conditions of this era, death has basically been declared.

But now the wound on the arm has stopped bleeding and scabs, leaving only a terrible scar.

It was a residue of rapid healing under the action of the potion. As long as a period of time passed, the skin there would be no different from other places.

"Thank you Captain for the potion! My wound has almost completely healed.

but..."

Borg first solemnly thanked Ivan for his treatment, and then looked straight into his eyes and said the decision he had been thinking about for a long time in bed these days:

"Please allow me to apply for retirement from you, Captain!"

"Retired? If you are worried about your hands, you don't have to. I will find a way for you."

Although this chief mate is not particularly outstanding, he has been conscientiously assisting him in managing the ship ever since Ivan boarded the "Conch", at least not having any major logistical errors.

In any case, there is hard work.

At least Irvine had never thought of changing him.

"Your Captain, you don't need to persuade me.

So long after the battle, I have considered it very clearly. Compared with the old folks on the ship who have gone to heaven, this is already a gift from the goddess.

I know that with your strength, this broken arm will not affect my work.

But no one knows my own abilities better than me. In fact, apart from logistics, I am not qualified for the position of chief officer of a battleship.

The chief mate of "Storm Horn" should be left to the later wise men! "

Alvin was about to say something, but he was interrupted by a wave.

"Your Excellency Captain! You see that I have already received so many trophy dividends. Do you still expect such an old man to have ambitions and go to the sea to charge into battle?"

Looking at this "old" officer with gray hair and wind and frost, especially his firm and relieved eyes.

Ivan paused.

Knowing that he had made up his mind, he finally stopped trying to dissuade him.

Compared with a dangerous career at sea, which is better than a happy and prosperous old age? I really don't have the right to make decisions for others.

Especially an ordinary person who is not even an extraordinary person.

"Well! I respect your decision and choice, Mr. Borg.

I agree in principle to the application for retirement.

I will always remember those years of fighting together.

After you recover from your injury, I will arrange for the warship to return to Falitis to send you back as soon as possible.

You have a good rest, just like before, you can come to me as the captain at any time for anything in the future! "

Snapped--

A military salute was solemnly respected, and Ivan turned and left the room without interrupting him.

Behind him, Borg lay on the bed and solemnly returned his salute, watching Ivan's fading back outside the window, and hadn't put down his only left hand intact for a long time.

After a long time there was a deep sigh:

"Major Boris will be a good mate!"

...

In terms of Aiwen's current abilities, the potion formula for "Break Limb Rebirth" is readily available in "Sacrifice of Flesh", and even the raw materials can be obtained from the New World sooner or later as long as they are willing to pay.

But Borg’s true thoughts, Iwen, can also be seen.

Obviously he did not want to occupy the second most important position on this warship based on his seniority, especially after Boris, who was far above him in terms of ability, experience, strength, and military rank, got on the ship. This tendency has become more obvious. .

Maybe even if the "accident" of this broken arm did not happen, after a period of running-in, he would take the initiative to abdicate and let the wise.

However, it is impossible for Irving to let Borg leave the field sadly with his remains:

"Well, a little bit of work, this time the credit should be enough to allow Borg to return to the Third Fleet as a civilian major.

In any case, in this era, even a named navy lieutenant is much better than a rich man with a huge amount of money, or much safer! "

Leaving Borg’s residence, Ivan went to visit other soldiers wounded in the battle.

After taking the potion that Ivan carefully formulated.

After recuperating on the return route and on the island, most of the wounded have recovered and should be able to return to work within three to five days.

Moreover, these blood-hardened soldiers will be the real backbone of "Storm Horn"!

As for the severely wounded with physical disabilities like Borg, it is difficult to return to the battle sequence even if the injury is recovered.

Fortunately, some time ago, the "Storm Horn" was not short of trophies. Returning to Falettis with the credits and dividends this time, at least the life is still guaranteed, and it is not unreasonable to even be a part-time official in the local garrison. may.

After such a long time, Aiwen has already adjusted his mentality. As long as he is still on the ocean or does not become the strongest one day, this kind of thing will always be inevitable.

Even today of the "Stellenbosch" may not become its own tomorrow.

Self-pity is of no use, the only thing you can do is to become stronger! A stronger force, a stronger force, and then get the qualification to control your own destiny!

Therefore, he has another important task to do today.

After finishing the overall inspection work on the island, the time has come to the evening.

Aiwen came to the embryonic port, where a merchant ship belonging to the East Lundz Company was waiting for him.

In addition to the merchant ship, there is another person here, that is the artillery chief on the ship now-Lieutenant Colonel Boris.

at this time.

This tall officer with light blond hair and messy beard, changed his former calmness, and walked repeatedly beside the ship. From time to time, he raised his head and looked inland. Obviously, there was something that made him think.

When I saw Aiwen appearing, his eyes lit up and he walked a few steps forward:

"Your Captain, you are finally here!"

"Lieutenant Colonel Boris, how could I forget what UU reading www.uukanshu.com promised you?

I wasted some time arranging work on the island these days. Now it’s time to go. Let’s go see Calvin together. "

Calvin is the seriously ill son of Boris.

After the war, Boris could not help but rekindle hope for his son's strange illness after the war, having seen Ivan's magical ability. Maybe ordinary doctors and church priests can't solve the problems, maybe using wizards?

For a father, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, it is impossible to give up his son. So take the initiative to plead for Aiwen's help, and have to try anyway.

This is in the arms of Irving.

Everything happens because of people, and now excellent talents are by my side.

Especially when this kind of personnel loss is serious, how can Ivan watch Boris retiring and waste talents in vain?

(End of this chapter)