Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

Scott's throat choked, as if a red-hot iron rod had sunk into his throat, and kept going.

Unable to say goodbye, he waved desperately until Gerald's small figure on horseback was out of sight.

Vision is getting blurry.

Wives and mothers pretended to be brave to hide their tears, and their husbands and sons also put on smiles.The children who were old enough to know how to keep silent, only the children who were too young could not accept the brave lies of grandpa, father and brothers, and cried their hearts out.

Rhett stroked Scott's hair, handed him his handkerchief and said, "Wipe your eyes and nose and be a brave man, my darling."

Scott, who always forgot to bring his handkerchief, took it over kindly.Although Rhett's consolation was as funny as coaxing a child, he had to admit that these few words of comfort made him feel much better.

He summoned up his courage again, smiled, cheered and said goodbye to all the citizens, and faced the doomed failure.

On a scorching hot evening in July, this group of bearded soldiers and child soldiers who had just set foot on the battlefield 25 days ago poured back to Atlanta in scattered, small groups, and walked hard towards the already overcrowded The hospital moved.

The long summer evenings were burning hot, and Aunt Pitty's lawn was filled with tired and weak wounded, and Scott and Rhett had to load them into their gorgeous buggies and drive them, one by one, to In the hospital, both myself and the horse were exhausted and sweaty.

Ambulance carriages also arrived one after another, full of wounded and dying people, and blood stained the red land redder.

"Go back and take a shower, Rhett." Scott grinned wearily, he could hardly raise his hand, "You are in such a mess for the first time since the war, it's really a joy." He looked at Rhett's arms Stains, sweat and blood stained the sleeves of shirts, shirts and trousers.

"Dirty and exhausted are the highest medals of honor bestowed on us by the war!" Rhett wiped his face indiscriminately, "Come here, I'll give you a shower."

With heavy steps, Scott moved over like a wounded soldier who was seriously wounded and dying. With trembling hands, he slowly unbuttoned the button, and when he reached the second button, he was powerless.

"Little fool." Rhett snorted softly, and roughly unbuttoned him. The pair of powerful hands stayed on his chest for a moment, and then mercilessly tore open his pants.

"Please, Rhett." He fell limply into the brass tub, allowing Rhett to pour a bucket of water on him.

"Shit! Are you going to boil me?!" Scott stood up from the bathtub slowly, looking like he would definitely jump out if he wasn't exhausted.

"You expect me to make you sick with cold water, baby?"

For some reason, Rhett's voice sounded a little hoarse.

"It's your turn to wash, Rhett."

"I don't want to wash it just yet, honey."

"Don't you like the feeling of sweat and dirty blood caked on your body?"

"I'll just rest for a while, go to sleep, honey."

Rhett was indeed tired, and his voice was getting hoarse.

"No, I'm going to the hospital."

It was long after Scott left that Rhett soaked himself in a vat of cold water.

His dark eyes showed no signs of fatigue, shining dangerously in the dark night.

After carrying the wounded all afternoon, Scott's muscles were sore.He walked down Peachtree Street, exhausted, and everything around him felt so unreal, like a nightmare.Thank goodness Scarlett, Melanie, Aunt Pitty and Jr. Wade are all back at Tara!Especially his timid nephew, he didn't want his childhood fears to leave an indelible shadow on Wade.

You must have a good sleep tonight, maybe when you wake up tomorrow morning, you will see the sunshine of the 21st century as soon as you open your eyes.

There are countless wounded lying here and there on the beds and on the ground of the hospital. Their dirty and tired faces look so familiar. Many people barely smiled when they saw Scott, and even waved their hands to pay tribute to the heroes who smuggled the blockade. .

"Please, Dr. Meade, no matter how busy you are, please wipe your hands and scalpels with brandy." Scott begged in a low voice, "Many people would not have died...they didn't die in the north You're gonna die from the infection instead of the guy's gun!"

"Young man, do you think the doctor's hand and the scalpel killed them?" Dr. Meade's beard trembled, "I am a doctor, but you are not!"

"I am from the 21st century and you are not" almost blurted out.He gathered himself together, and said in a serious tone: "I order you, Dr. Meade, to disinfect with brandy." He took a piece of paper from his pocket and put it under Dr. Meade's nose.

This is a charter signed by President Davis.

"The charter that can be used to mobilize the army is only used to order me a doctor?" Dr. Meade wiped his sweat dumbfounded.

"I never thought of commanding the army, and I don't mean to offend, Doctor Meade." Scott stuffed the charter into his trouser pocket as if it were just a dirty handkerchief. "I was originally for the doctors and nurses. Applied to President Davis. Please have every nurse sterilized, Dr. Meade, there's plenty of brandy.

The inability to sterilize was one of the many deficiencies of nineteenth-century medicine.

Washing hands and disinfecting, such simple steps can save many lives.

Despite Sherman's advancing army, life for the citizens of Atlanta continued as usual.Except for the growing shortage of food rations, nothing seemed to have changed.

Rhett and Scott were on their way to dinner at the National when the first Confederate shells fell on Atlanta.

They squeezed their way through the panicked crowd and into the restaurant.Rhett had to fetch the beer and food himself as the waiter disappeared in the panic.

The blown dust swirls and floats outside the window,

Another shell exploded not far away, shaking dust from the ceiling.Someone cried and hid under the table, someone screamed and covered their ears, someone fell on the floor littered with cigarette butts, knocking plates and spittoons flying.

Rhett didn't move, save for covering his glass with his hand.

"I don't want dust to fall into the precious beer." He said slowly, as if the explosive shells that could take their lives in an instant were nothing more than fireworks lit by children's pranks.

The iconic first shell flattened a townsman's house, killing the townsman and his six-year-old daughter.

A second shell killed a woman who was ironing.

A third shell skimmed by a street lamp and exploded at the feet of a free black barber, who was not spared either.

Scott sneered, "Look, this is what they call a just war."

"Sherman is the most upright general, baby, and he firmly believes in the justice he represents. No matter how ruthless the means are, his belief will not be shaken." Rhett took his hand from the cup and almost destroyed the cup. Dropped beer poured into mouth.

Scott suddenly remembered a passage.In his previous life, when he read this passage from the textbook, he still applauded enthusiastically, but now there is only silence.

General Grant, a famous Civil War general, knew he was waging a people's war.The war will not end until the troops and people of the South are conquered.

The enemy's slaves, munitions, crops, livestock, arms and ammunition—everything necessary for the continuation of the war in the enemy's hands is every enemy's weapon and must be taken.

General Grant ordered Sherman to say that in addition to annihilating the enemy, try your best to go deep into the enemy's territory and do all the damage you can to their war resources... Destroy everything that can be used for support or support The things of the army... Destroying them would produce the same result without bloodshed as destroying the enemy army.

He combined the destruction of the enemy's military power with political and economic struggles, and used terror to destroy the spirit and morale of the enemy's soldiers and civilians in war, forcing them to surrender unconditionally.

William T. Sherman further developed his strategy, combining the destruction of the enemy's economic resources with psychological attacks; using terror as a means of warfare and targeting the enemy's population.

He advocated the use of war violence to destroy the fighting will of the enemy population, making it impossible to continue the war.

He said: "We are not only at war with a hostile army, but with a hostile people. We must make them feel the invisible power of war and organized armies, young and old, rich and poor, so as to deprive them of continuing to carry on. The will to war."

Sherman's famous saying is: war is hell.Those who refuse to obey the laws and authorities should be exterminated without mercy, "only to make them suffer the pain of war so that future generations will never dare to resort to war... We must remove and destroy all obstacles, if necessary, Just kill everyone, take every inch of land, confiscate every property. In a word, destroy everything we think should be destroyed, and never stop until we achieve our goal."

Let them suffer so badly that future generations will never resort to war...Remove and destroy every obstacle, kill every human being if necessary, take every inch of land, confiscate every property...

Sherman certainly did.

Thinking about it, Scott's heart ached.

What is the difference between this "three alls" strategy of killing, burning, and robbing all and the Japanese's inhumanity back then?

How much hatred did the careerists instigate to make the common people of the same country point their weapons at their companions without hesitation?

It's ridiculous and absurd.

By this time, the people's horses and carriages had been requisitioned by Hood's army, and the two returned home on foot.

The sky, which was still blue and pleasant at dawn, was shrouded in smoke from cannons in a blink of an eye, and dark clouds, like thunder and lightning, hung low and covered the whole city.The aroma of honeysuckle and roses in the roiling heat wave suddenly became pungent and unbreathable.Even the tree frogs, weavers, and mockingbirds were too scared to let go of their throats to sing as the night grew darker.

As soon as Scott went back, he locked himself in the bedroom, and Rhett had nothing to do, so he had to go to the casino to play cards.

What a fool he was, a stubborn and cowardly fool.

A ruthless and powerful northern python has surrounded the city on three sides, and the encirclement is constantly tightening, heading towards the last hiding place of the Confederacy

Step by step.

He should have left this wretched city long ago, weeks and months ago.There was absolutely nothing in this noisy, crowded, nervous city worth his stay.

unless... unless...

He played cards casually, chatted slowly, and his slow Charleston accent drove poker players crazy more than gunfire.He lost $500 and won $1000, all worthless Confederate bills that meant nothing to him.

The green-eyed little black cat had a serious temper tantrum today, and Rhett couldn't figure it out for the first time.What is the little guy thinking?

Rhett turned his cards face down, quit the game, and walked toward the red house on Peachtree Street.

The artillery fire fell silent for a while, but there was no peace on Peachtree Street. The gun carriages and ambulance carriages rumbled past, the wounded soldiers who had been evacuated from their bunkers staggered back into the city, and the troops in haste marched quickly to the tight end of the battle. Another fortification reinforcement of...

Miss Petty, Mrs. Hamilton and Mrs. Wilkes were sent back to the country by Scott long ago, but he still stubbornly stayed here.

He was a complete, complete, and complete fool.

They are both.

Laughing at himself like this, a pair of green eyes with upturned corners involuntarily appeared in his mind.

In 1864, the third year of the war, Rhett made many packing trips in Atlanta.

Cleaned up three times in July.

At that time, he thought of the slender neck of the kitten - so strong and so fragile.Or he would think of the faint milky fragrance on that child, and he would feel very happy when he smelled it.For the third time, he saw that black hair fluttering so arrogantly and presumptuously in the wind...

Rhett had to unpack his luggage with a wry smile again and again, and then went to the bar to get drunk.

Rhett Butler felt helpless countless times in 1864.

The last time I felt this kind of helplessness was when my father locked me in a stable many years ago.

He's a self-torturing fool, which he is.

The author has something to say: If you don't confess, Ruite... this article will be over if you don't confess!

I lied to you - drift away~~~~