The Ringhilang Peak Battlefield Command Headquarters is built in the mid-western section of the border zone between Nepal and Sino-Asia. It is a certain distance from Xilang Peak.
Because it is a temporary setup, the main body consists of a large number of military tents of varying sizes. There was no time to build an airport runway, so only a large safe space on the edge of the cliff on the back was used for helicopters to take off and land.
That night, because elite teams continued to come from the direction of Mount Xilang for reinforcements and participate in subsequent battlefield clearing missions, the entire headquarters and nearby areas were always lively.
Helicopters were taking off and landing, cars were coming and going, and there was a lot of noise.
Team 1777 is located on the outskirts of the headquarters. Because there are too many wounded, a total of six military tents are occupied.
It was 4 o'clock in the morning, and it was still dark. The same starlight and moonlight as on the grassland illuminated hundreds of dark green military tents on the field, and dazzling searchlights swept back and forth.
Wu Shi, who was well-equipped, had several circles of bandages wrapped around him from his left shoulder to his right rib. There were blood stains on the bandages.
Holding the sick gun in his arms, Wu Shi sat silently and vigilantly outside one of the small military tents.
Among them, in terms of recovery speed from injuries, Shen Yixiu should be the fastest now. The jade bone they got from the Dajian main ship is only effective for Xi Mei for the time being.
Then the second one should be Han Qingyu. On the one hand, this is because his current physical fitness is so strong that it is difficult to understand, and his endurance and recovery are extremely strong. On the other hand, it is because he can shed his skin.
Wu Shi is different from Shen Yixiu and Han Qingyu. Perhaps because of his past experiences, he does not feel or care about ordinary injuries, and even so, he can always recover smoothly in the end.
The sound of "chacha" footsteps sounded not far away.
Wu Shi turned his head, looked at Wen Jifei walking over, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yes." Wen Jifei used his left hand to hold up his tightly wrapped right arm and said, "Actually, I only took one knife. To be precise, half of the knife was taken, and my right arm was injured. There was nothing wrong with anything else. .”
After speaking, he gestured toward the tent and asked, "Is there any movement?"
Wu Shi shook his head.
"That's good."
Wen Jifei sat down, lit a cigarette and smoked, looking up at the night sky. After a while, my nose felt sore and tears flowed silently from the corners of my eyes uncontrollably.
Because of a brief separation.
He Tangtang is gone.
Master Shiheng is gone too.
The team lost seven people at once, seven comrades they had been with day and night.
Almost all were injured.
They say the battlefield is ruthless, but all this happened too suddenly. And they all know very well why these people got into trouble. As a result, there is more anger and grievance in the sadness, which increases the pain countless times.
"I just went to find someone to find out. Mira is in Indedu. She is fine, but her arm..."
"The left arm was completely torn due to continuous shooting after being penetrated by the sword. It is not yet known whether it can be saved in the end."
"I'm afraid she won't be able to use a gun anymore."
Wu Shi was a very suitable person to talk to. Wen Jifei spoke to him in a low voice and slowly. When he said this, there seemed to be a slight noise in the tent behind him.
Wen Jifei turned his head.
"Qingzi?"
"Aoko, are you awake?"
Not daring to ask too loudly, Wen Jifei listened carefully for a while. There was no response or subsequent movement from the tent. He could only think that he had heard wrongly and sat down again.
After a while, a series of clear footsteps sounded.
What appeared in front of them was a team of seven officers, including some from the alliance headquarters, others from other front armies, and a translator.
Wen Jifei and Wu Shi stood up and blocked the intruder.
"What's wrong with you?" Wen Jifei asked.
The leading alliance major general on the opposite side spoke some English, and the translator relayed:
"Yes. We want to go in and visit Major Han Qingyu, and also ask him to understand the specific situation on the plateau battlefield, because the follow-up troops are about to enter..."
"You can just ask me about this." Wen Jifei pointed at himself.
The translator muttered a few words to the officer, then turned around and relayed with a polite smile:
"We still hope to communicate directly with Major Han Qingyu. After all, he is the strongest combatant who has ever penetrated that battlefield, and he has rich combat experience."
Wen Jifei's expression turned a little bad. He was 100% sure that at least one of the seven people in front of him was someone sent by Alfons to inquire about the situation... His tone then dropped, and Wen Jifei shook his head and said:
"he got hurt."
"Yes, but we just consulted the medical staff and they said that Major Qing left without much treatment." The major general spread his hands and explained: "So, we thought his injury was not serious. "
The translator relayed.
Chaotic and rapid footsteps came from all directions.
Including Shen Yixiu and Qin Guowen, all members of the 1777 team who could still move ran out of the camp, shouting loudly as they came:
"What? What do you want to do?!"
The major general officer looked around, his eyes blank for a moment, as if he was very puzzled by the intense emotional reaction of the 1777 team members.
In fact, as things have developed now, the members of the 1777 team, as people who have personally experienced this killing scene, have survived... Although it is not yet known whether the Alphonse family was behind the whole incident, it is inevitable that they all have some suspicions. and guessing that something is not quite right.
Among them, Aoko and the others were in very wrong moods.
In addition, after the labor team came back, they did not report the situation to the headquarters here first, but ran to Mount Hilang overnight with injuries, which seems to indicate that the problem is serious.
Also, in the past two days and two nights, the headquarters here, except for sending people to inquire and investigate again and again, never came up with an explanation and no specific actions. This also made the soldiers feel very uncomfortable.
In short, the current mood and state of the entire 1777 team is very depressed and uneasy. Under such circumstances, it is naturally very difficult for them to communicate normally.
"What do you mean?! You treat us as prisoners, right?"
"What the hell do you want to do?"
"...Qingzi is injured!"
The angry 1777 didn't care about the other party's background or military rank.
Pushing and heated arguments soon broke out at the tent door.
"We just came to visit Major Qing, and at the same time understand some situations for the follow-up troops to enter the battlefield." The translator explained a few words, raised his voice, and shouted loudly: "Please pay attention to your behavior and understand what you are doing..."
"Hey...hoo!"
The tent door opened from the inside out.
The comrades in 1777 fell silent and turned around.
Han Qingyu came out with a bandage on his body and said, "It's okay. Let's go back first... It's really okay. Let's all have a good rest."
After saying that, he smiled at them and turned to the officer opposite.
"The tent is too small, let's just sit here and talk."
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