Evil Orcs, Command Center.

"Brother, if we continue fighting like this, not only will we not train our troops, but we'll also lose tens of thousands of men for nothing." Kilgadan's heart was bleeding, his voice choked with emotion. "Let them come back, and we'll think of another way, okay?"

The one-eyed, spotted rooster frowned, sighed, and said, "Fine, whatever!"

The messenger took off running.

"Second brother!" He patted Kilgadan heavily on the shoulder. "Do you know why, after being the chieftain for so long, the tribe has not only failed to grow stronger, but it has continued to decline?"

"I don't know." He shook his head.

“You’re too soft here.” The one-eyed, spotted man poked his chest. “Those who achieve great things must not be bound by trivialities. Today you see heavy casualties, but one day you will thank me for my decision today.”

Furthermore, one should have a long-term perspective, considering things like a game of chess, thinking dozens, even hundreds of moves ahead.

Kilgam sensed something and tried to grasp it, but it quickly vanished.

"These things can't be rushed." He patted him heavily on the shoulder. "Just remember my advice."

"Understood, brother." Kilgadan carefully noted it down, then suddenly asked, "The men have been evacuated; I want to go see them."

"Go! Use appeasement and guidance to make them hate the Dragon Kingdom people in their hearts, so that they can unleash their amazing fighting power next time we fight."

"Understood!" Kilgadan was completely convinced, bowed slightly, and turned to leave.

Shortly after, a temporary medical treatment point was established at the front line.

The wounded were everywhere, their cries of pain and curses filling the air.

Kilga walked slowly to the group of wounded men and asked softly, "Brother, are you alright?"

The injured man was furious and was about to start cursing when the sword was pointed at his face. He was so frightened that he cried out, "Clan, clan chief!"

"Don't get excited, just focus on recovering!" He patted his arm. "Once you're fully healed, you'll lead a small squad."

He could hardly believe his ears. In his past memories, defeat meant losing all honor. Even if he wasn't killed, he would never be given important responsibilities again.

Who would have thought that the clan chief would not only not blame him, but would also promote him?

The wounded man was moved to tears and kept kowtowing, saying, "Don't worry, Chieftain, as long as I don't die in battle, I will always be at the forefront."

"We're the same," said the wounded soldiers.

This sentiment quickly spread throughout the temporary treatment center, with everyone harboring a burning desire for revenge.

Even worse, some people wanted to be discharged from the hospital immediately and wanted to kill the Chinese.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Kilga rushed to a high place and roared, "My people, I understand your desire for revenge. However, you are currently injured and need to rest and recuperate. Once you have recovered, I will immediately give the order to attack the Dragon Kingdom."

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Morale was visibly rising rapidly, and soon reached its peak.

It shows no sign of stopping and continues to rise rapidly.

It kept rising until it reached twice the usual price before it stopped.

It was only then that Kilga realized how vast the gap was between himself and the One-Eyed Marked Roar. He sighed deeply, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "Luckily, my elder brother reminded me in time, which made me understand that a leader needs to balance both firmness and flexibility to manage all sides."

My mindset is changing subtly...

On the other side.

Dragon Kingdom, Shennongjia, field hospital.

Several Dragon Soul members are receiving emergency treatment, and the doctors are extremely busy.

Li Tianyi paced back and forth anxiously.

At the same time, Luo Shan was also walking anxiously, and the two bumped into each other.

Suddenly, a nurse rushed out anxiously, shouting, "Who has type O blood? Who has type O blood?"

"Yes, yes!" Luo Shan rushed over, rolled up his sleeves, and shouted, "Draw it, draw it quickly!"

The nurse shook her head. "Your body is too weak; you are not suitable to donate blood."

Before he finished speaking, he rushed off into the distance, shouting.

Li Tianyi also realized what was happening and immediately shouted in the command channel: "Send some soldiers with type O blood, strong ones."

"yes!"

The commanders of the major military regions were unaware of the actual situation at the field hospitals and assumed the situation was extremely serious, so they ordered multiple units to send personnel there.

After they gathered, Luo Shan was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his head. "Holy crap, how come there are several thousand people?"

Li Tianyi was at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

Only the nurses were happy and immediately drew blood to save the wounded.

Thanks to everyone's efforts, none of the wounded died. Only two people suffered severe aftereffects due to the severity of their injuries and had to leave Dragon Soul.

Upon receiving the news, the two were instantly drained of all their energy and lay helplessly on the hospital bed, their eyes lifeless.

Suddenly, the man on the left-hand hospital bed struggled to sit up, his gaze becoming extremely resolute. "Once a Dragon Soul, always a Dragon Soul."

“That’s right!” Another person also got up. “There are no useless people in the Dragon Soul. I’d rather die in battle against the enemy.”

The two were very weak, and supporting each other, they laboriously stretched out their feet and walked outside.

They finally reached the door, where the nurse on rounds saw them. "What are you doing? Go back to bed right now, or you'll reopen your wounds."

The slightly taller man gave a bitter smile. "We're fine, we've been discharged."

The nurse quickly pulled them aside, her face stern. "Are you alright? If it weren't for War God Li finding blood donors in time, you would already be corpses." She rolled her eyes at them. "Don't be stubborn. Don't let down War God Li and the soldiers' deep affection."

The two of them froze on the spot, their minds blank.

He had no idea how he got back to his hospital bed.

The nurses were worried that they might do something foolish again, so they didn't dare leave the room and secretly sent a message to the head nurse.

The head nurse immediately relayed the message.

Li Tianyi happened to be in the dean's office when he learned of this news.

"I'll go check on them!"

With a heavy heart and a furrowed brow, he hurriedly ran to the ward.

Gently push open the door and enter the room.

Gesture: Go do other things, leave this to me.

Gesture: Okay!

When he came to the bedside and saw the two men looking utterly hopeless, his heart ached, his eyes reddened, and his voice choked with emotion: "Brothers, it's my fault for not taking good care of you."

The two remained motionless.

As time passed, the man on the left turned his gaze to Li Tianyi, his eyes widening in surprise. "War God Li?"

The other person also looked over.

"War God Li, sob sob..."

The two of them cried their hearts out, deeply moved.

"Calm down, calm down, don't reopen the wound!" Li Tianyi tried his best to soften his tone.

"It's good that it's crumbling; death would be the end of everything." The tall man was in tears.

The other person reacted instantly, grabbing Li Tianyi's arm with the IV drip, "You can make us better, right? Right?"

Looking into his expectant eyes, my heart felt like it was being pierced by needles.

Seeing that Li Tianyi did not answer, his newly ignited belief in 'living' vanished instantly, his gaze became unfocused again, and he smiled bitterly, "I know my situation. Most of my meridians are ruined. Even if I recover, I will not be as good as an ordinary person. Rather than living like this, it would be better to die."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a scalpel appeared in his hand, and he plunged it into his own heart.

Just as the needle was about to pierce his clothes, Li Tianyi finally came to his senses, grabbed his hand, and shouted, "How can you do this to the comrades who risked their lives to save you? How can you do this to the doctors and nurses? How can you do this to the comrades who brought you blood from afar?"

Each time they were asked, their expressions grew increasingly grim, until finally they broke down in tears.

Li Tianyi gently patted their arms, "I didn't answer just now not because I didn't hear you, but because I was thinking about what method I could use to help you recover."

The two of them stared intently at each other like drowning people grasping at their last straw.

"There's a rather risky method. Would you be willing to try it?" he asked with a serious expression.

"Yes!" they answered in unison.

Li Tian nodded and looked at the person on his left, "What's your name?"

"Kuang Hu, 27 years old, Dragon Soul Squad Leader."

"Sikong Bayern, 27 years old, deputy squad leader of Dragon Soul."

He patted their arms hard. "From your positions, I can imagine how brutal the battlefield must have been. You two must have been covering your comrades to get injured like this."

The two nodded silently. "Our comrades have entrusted their backs to us. As long as we have a breath left, we will never let the enemy hurt them."

"Well done." He gave a thumbs up. "You've all heard of the mechs from Dafeng Mountain, right?"

Kuang Hu and Sikong Bairen's eyes lit up, and they nodded.

“The first generation was produced, but its capabilities and stability were unsatisfactory, so production was discontinued.” Li Tianyi took one out of his spatial ring. “However, it has a function that is very suitable for you: bio-currents to nourish your meridians.”

"If we wear it, will we be able to return to our prime?" The two were very hopeful.

"No!" Li Tianyi quickly patted them on the shoulder. "However, the second-generation mecha is already in the final testing phase, it definitely can."

"How long will it take to build?"

"It will take at least a month, and at most three months." Li Tianyi pointed to their injuries. "You should recover first, and then report to me when you are healed."

"Huh?" The two were completely rekindled in their belief in 'living well'. "Is Li Zhanshen planning to form a mecha squad?"

"Yes!" He smiled faintly, then became serious. "Appointment: Kuang Hu as captain of the mecha squad. Sikong Bairen as vice captain of the mecha squad, to take office upon recovery from his injuries."

The two men, with tears streaming down their faces, solemnly saluted.

Li Tianyi returned the gift and handed over two sets of first-generation mechs and their instruction manuals.

"Before the wound heals, carefully study the instruction manual. After it heals, put on the first-generation mecha, familiarize yourself with its various capabilities, and prepare to operate the second-generation mecha."

"Mission accomplished!"

He nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, I have other things to do. You guys get some rest. Remember: health is the foundation of everything, don't overdo it."

"clear."

The smiles on their faces grew wider and wider; if they hadn't been trying to hold it in, they would have burst out laughing long ago.

Li Tianyi walked out of the ward and said to the nurse outside the door, "Keep them under control. If anyone disobeys, tell me and I'll beat him up."

"Hehe, okay!" The nurse smiled sweetly.

Upon entering the ward, he immediately put on a stern face. "You all heard what War God Li just said, right? Why aren't you lying down and resting? Do you want me to call him back?"

The two were quite frightened and quickly put away the instruction manual, forcing a smile, "Lie down right away, lie down right away."

The young nurse smiled, glared at them, and turned to leave...