Chapter 41: God of War

  The whole rest process was spent in the endless questioning of Major Beck seeking truth and Liu Qi's helpless answers. Liu Qi was fed up with being a "one-rest brother" to answer these boring but existing questions. However, the doctor and the party guard officer who drove the car were listening with relish. Even other officers from other cars gathered around Liu Qi's jeep, intently listening to Liu Qi's unique ideas and concepts from 70 years later. Seeing that there were many people, Liu Qi couldn't pretend to be afraid to answer, so he patiently answered Major Beck's questions one by one.

  "I see, Hauptmann," interrupted a Waffen-SS lieutenant. "You're talking about that country."

  Everyone's eyes turned to the lieutenant. Liu Qi was also very interested and asked, "Oh, do you know which country? Ah, your name is...?"

  "I am Lieutenant Stri, Walker. If I'm not mistaken, the country you're talking about is China. And in China, there's an army called the Red Army. But what puzzles me is that this army only belongs to a small local armed force in China. Colonel, how do you know their story? And also some local ethnic songs."

  At that time, Liu Qi was asked to stay. Ah, how did I know that in the distant China there was a small army called the Red Army, and also knew some songs describing the Red Army? Can't tell you that I am from the country where the Red Army fought and sacrificed 70 years ago?

  In 1942, Einstein's theory of relativity had already been around for many years. However, there were still very few people in the world who could truly understand E=MC^2. Not to mention the various physical studies on time and space that were born based on Einstein, the father of modern physics.

  It would be the same if Einstein himself heard that a person had traveled from 70 years in the future to 1942 and successfully entered the body of another native-born person in 1942. Of course, Einstein would scientifically point out that this person was a liar, except for the fact that what the liar said sounded very real, everything else was a lie. From this, we can see how Galileo and Copernicus were treated centuries ago.

  Science and superstition are opposites, but when superstition is dressed in the cloak of science, even science itself can exude an eerie aura.

  But Liu Qi was someone who could think on his feet. He quickly said, "This is a very complicated matter, and I don't have the ability to tell you everything completely. You can just take it as God telling me these things." The shield of God was indeed very effective, and everyone looked at Liu Qi with stars in their eyes and reverence on their faces. In everyone's eyes, being able to hear God's words as a messenger of God was truly a blissful thing.

  "Now you know how I knew about this army, but I'm also curious, Lieutenant Walker, how did you know about this troop? Did God tell you too?" Liu Qi said with a mischievous face.

  "No, no, sir. How would God communicate with a humble mortal like me? I know of this army because of one man. That man is my father. His name is Laurence Walker." said Lieutenant Striker Walker.

  "Oh, is it about the Red Army that your father told you?" Liu Qi asked curiously.

  "Heh, can be said or cannot be said." Lieutenant Walker smiled and said.

  "What's going on? Can you tell me?" Liu Qi asked again.

  "It's like this..." Lieutenant Walker began slowly to recount the events.

  Streeter, Lieutenant Walker had lived in China for a long time when he was young. He went to China with his father Lawrence Walker. At that time, Germany had just lost the First World War and had to pay a huge amount of war reparations, which could only keep an army of one million people, and the domestic economy was depressed, the currency depreciated, and various problems made more than half of the people unemployed and lost their source of income.

  As a military surgeon, Lawrence Walker also joined the ranks of the unemployed. Every day, as a professional doctor, what Lawrence Walker considered was no longer how to relieve patients' pain, but how to fill his family's stomachs became the top priority. The economic plight left Lawrence Walker with no choice but to leave home and set sail on a distant ship with his family.

  In 1921, the Lawrence-Walker family came to China. Here, Lawrence-Walker had an old friend who was well-connected with a local warlord. With his help, Lawrence-Walker resumed his medical career and set up his own clinic. Due to the Chinese people's fear of foreigners, the clinic opened smoothly. There were no other Western doctors' hospitals or clinics in the area, and Western medicine handled some emergency symptoms better than traditional Chinese medicine. So soon, Lawrence-Walker became a well-known surgeon in the local area. Of course, his life also became more prosperous.

  At this time, Lawrence and Walker also had a certain understanding of local politics and military affairs. He knew that this was a very complex place, with an area several dozen times larger than Germany's. However, there were hundreds of large and small local forces ruling here. Many places were still at war, so this was a dangerous and unknown place. Practicing medicine here must be done with caution.

  One day in 1924, a patient came to the clinic, a local Chinese. Dr. Walker simply registered the visitor and began examining his injuries. Dr. Walker stood up and skillfully opened the bandage on the patient's right eye. He was stunned, with a look of surprise flashing in his blue eyes. He re-examined the person in front of him, coldly asking "What do you do?"

  "Post office clerk."

  "You're a soldier!" Dr. Hua Ke said with a piercing gaze, "I used to be an army doctor, such severe injuries can only be calmly endured by soldiers like you!"

  The patient smiled slightly and said: "Dr. Walker, you say I'm a soldier, so I'll be a soldier."

  Dr. Walker's gaze softened and he instructed the nurse: "Prepare for surgery."

  Walker was changing into surgical scrubs when a nurse came running in, whispering to him that the patient had refused anesthesia. Dr. Walker's eyebrows shot up as he strode into the operating room, saying angrily, "Young man, around here we follow doctor's orders!"

  "The patient replied calmly: 'Dr. Walker, the eyes are too close to the brain, I'm worried that anesthesia will affect the cranial nerves. And I need a very clear mind from now on!'"

  Walker was stunned again, stuttering a bit: "Y-you can bear it? Your right eye needs to have the dead eyeball removed, and all the rotten flesh and newly grown polyps cut away!"

  "Give it a try." Still replied calmly.

  On the operating table, Dr. Walker, who was usually calm and composed, had trembling hands this time, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, which the nurse kept wiping away for him. Finally, he couldn't help but say to the patient, "You can hum if it hurts."

  The patient didn't make a sound, his hands grasped the white quilt tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulged out, and sweat poured down like rain. He exerted himself more and more, and the brand new white quilt was actually torn apart.

  Dr. Walker, wiping sweat as he walked over in his scrub clothes, said sincerely, "Young man, I was worried you were going to pass out."

  The patient's face was pale. He forced a smile and said: "I've been counting the number of knives you have. There's no way I can faint."

  Dr. Walker was startled and muttered "scalpel" repeatedly, but couldn't help asking with a mix of curiosity and skepticism, "How many knives did I cut?"

  "Hehe, a total of 72 knives." The pale patient's face faintly broke into a smile as he said this.

  Walker was stunned, truly stunned. This matter had exceeded all his knowledge since he studied medicine. In his mind, it was normal for humans to have muscle or skeletal spasms due to pain. But the person in front of him didn't move at all without anesthesia, which completely overturned Dr. Walker's understanding of human physiology. However, the surgery was done by himself, and there was no other possibility. Moreover, the patient was silently counting the contact between his surgical knife and wound during the operation.

  If it weren't for the patient still lying alive on the operating table talking to himself, Walker would have sworn he was back in the dissecting room of the German Medical College practicing surgery on a cadaver. "You're a regular guy, a talking steel plate!" Walker exclaimed. "You're a goddamn hero!"

  "You're overpraising me." The patient still said calmly and briefly without losing his humility.

  Dr. Walker's face showed a benevolent expression. He wanted to say something but held back, waved his hand for the nurse to leave, then closed the operating room door, gazing at the patient and saying, "Tell me, what is your real name?"

  Liu Bocheng

  That night, Dr. Old Wok brought 6-year-old Stri and Walk to the ward outside the clinic and pointed at the ward, saying to Stri and Walk: "The patient lying here now is a god, a military god."

  Young Stri and Walker listened quietly as Old Walker slowly told the story. Upon hearing it, he couldn't help but say to Old Walker, "Dad, I also want to be a god, a military god."

  Old Walker gently covered Stri, Walker's head and said, "Being a god is not something that everyone can do. I just hope you can be happy and peaceful for the rest of your life. A god is really too difficult for us ordinary people."

  Since then, Old Walker began to pay attention to the affairs of this god-like man. Including after Old Walker returned home, he did not interrupt his attention to this god. He later learned that this man had joined a team fighting for the poor, called the Red Army.

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  Two more are presented. Also presented is a pair of snuff bottles as the highest respect for the Chinese military god.