Chapter 73 The Heart of Desolation
Most of the members of the several teams that fought side by side went into the military medical tent.
Qi An's wound was large and bleeding a lot, but it was not infected and no vital organs were damaged. In fact, he was fine and would heal quickly with rest.
She was indeed very tired, and even more tired after taking anti-radiation medication, but she did not rest.
After the military doctor, who had given him countless instructions, left, Qi An painfully got up.
First, walk around the tent to check on your teammates.
Zhao Bohan had multiple contusions and bruises all over his body, but fortunately no bones were broken. Yu Shuang had some medicated wine applied to her waist; her external injuries were not serious, and she was lying on the hospital bed, half asleep.
Su Qingran suffered burns in multiple places, and she was in so much pain that she slept very restlessly, but she had medical staff by her side.
Wu Han's eyes were still open, which surprised Qi An. He walked over and asked softly:
"Your injury?"
Wu Han was in a daze when he saw her small figure quietly approaching, and a smile appeared in his eyes:
"He should be able to get out of bed this afternoon."
Qi An was surprised. This person's self-healing enhancement value must also be quite high.
She asked Wu Han to help contact the base and inquire about Zhuang Xiao's situation.
"He's in the operating room," Wu Han said after a long pause, then added somewhat awkwardly, "He'll be alright."
He doesn't often comfort people.
But Qi An felt comforted, silently repeating to himself: "That Zhuang Xiao is a fool with a fool's luck, a fool with a fool's luck..."
"Please accept my condolences," she murmured softly after finishing.
The Southeast No. 1 Squad consisted of 9 people, and two members died.
Wu Han hummed in agreement.
His reaction seemed indifferent; he simply murmured "hmm" and then fell into a daze.
Qi An got up and walked out of the tent.
Wu Han immediately snapped out of his daze, propped himself up, and asked, "Where are you going?"
Qi An was also injured!
Qi An answered "going to the toilet," lifted the heavy isolation curtain, and left the disinfection room.
Most of the team members went into several medical tents to recover from their injuries, but the pair of cloned teenagers did not.
The terrain outside the camp is uneven. On the edge of a gentle slope grows an incredibly thick, large-bellied kapok tree. There are also a few scattered flowers among the high branches of the kapok tree, and a thin layer of fallen flowers on the ground.
The boy sat alone under the tree, one leg bent, silently and intently wiping the dark silver spear in the quiet, deserted place.
Qi An was far away, standing behind a breadfruit tree, waiting.
About three minutes later, the boy under the tree suddenly pressed his right earpiece as if he had been pricked by something.
Qi An took off walking in that direction, but not straight ahead; instead, he walked diagonally, as if he were really going to the camping toilet.
Her injuries and the cumbersome protective suit slowed her down considerably, but as she walked past, she brushed past a boy who was hurrying toward the camp.
Qi An nodded in greeting, then exclaimed in surprise, "Your pollution level..."
The pollution level in the teenagers was at least 55% and was still rising.
"Do you...do you need purification?" Qi An asked with concern.
The boy took a step back.
Does this person also have the strange quirk of not touching strangers?
Qi An remained expressionless, his pupils splitting into countless shapes. Suddenly, he reached out and grasped the boy's right hand, which was hanging by his side.
A sharp blade was clipped between the nano-adhesive hooks of her protective suit in her palm.
The boy clenched his fists together, then jerked them apart as if electrocuted, his gaze shifting from wariness to anger as he stared at Qi An!
But any movement would cause the blade to slice through the boy's protective suit.
Qi An had already cut the tips of her five fingers on her protective suit. When the boy swung his hand, she bent and hooked her fingers, successfully catching the hole.
Her fingertips touched the boy's palm.
Even the palm lines are just like Chen Xi's, and the calluses on his palms are just as numerous as those on Chen Yuezhou, who is more than ten years older.
However, that's not the point. The point is that the moment Qi and An touched, they resonated with each other.
The intrusion, driven by an extremely strong subjective will, was like a storm of spiritual energy; the boy's body immediately went limp, and he staggered backward.
Qi An, who was prepared, grabbed the protective suit on his chest and pulled him into the bushes next to him.
In the depths of winter, the sky is as gray as a blanket, and the earth is an unshielded, pale expanse.
The wind and snow howled between heaven and earth, and people in the midst of it seemed unable to even see their own outstretched hand.
This is the spiritual world of a young person, so barren!
In the midst of a raging blizzard, there was only a smoldering fire, which a ragged, disheveled boy desperately tried to protect.
When Qi An appeared beside the firelight, the boy was startled, immediately widened his eyes and bared his teeth, grabbing a rusty spear from the side and pointing it at Qi An.
Even when folded, the gun was taller than the boy, making it difficult for him to hold, yet he insisted on bluffing, thus rejecting any intrusion into his mind.
But Qi An had to break in; she simply stood still in the wind and snow, and the wind and snow stopped on their own.
The sky turned a clear, mirror-like blue, and the flames suddenly expanded, burning into a cluster of golden-red bonfires taller than a person, leaping and blazing!
Once the pollution was cleared, the scene beneath Qi An's feet instantly changed.
It was still a snowy day, the sky and earth were gray and white, and everything was blurry, but the sound of several gunshots was clear.
When the gunshot rang out, Qi An... a boy who seemed to be only 11 or 12 years old, immediately turned around and saw a figure lying on the snow behind him.
The shriek of the fallen insect and the gunshot came almost simultaneously. It swooped in, and another figure fell down, right next to the boy.
That person was born with a face exactly like his.
A huge hole was ripped into their chests, and their pupils split open, splitting to the extreme only to slowly merge back together before dissipating.
A faint, regretful murmur came through the earpiece: "Tsk, another one dead."
"It's alright, that one didn't even inherit super healing."
"These wisdom insects are quite strong. Let's stop their training and bring them back." Someone replied, their tone not heavy.
The boy's heart should have relaxed because of the "training interruption," but instead it clenched sharply at the previous sentence.
He stared at the dead man on the ground, and even as the worms rushed up behind him, he kept looking at him, unable to look away for a long time.
The scene changes, but it's still snowy.
The boy was still short, barely tall enough to be called a stick, and stood barefoot in the heavy snow wearing only a single layer of clothing.
A bamboo stick, as thick as a finger, was repeatedly whipped into his tender palm until it was bloody and mangled.
"If all you can eat for breakfast today is coarse flour steamed buns, then you can only eat this and can only think about eating this."
If your task today is to do 100 push-ups, you should do them with a smile.
What the base gives you is what you want, and what the base requires you to do is your greatest pursuit!
"From now on, all the people and things you encounter in this dazzling world, even if you add them all up, will not amount to even one ten-thousandth of the survival of this base, or the survival of humanity!"
The bamboo stick was pressed against the boy's forehead, and the instructor, whose face was blurred, spoke earnestly:
"Chen Ji, you need to understand, you are very lucky."
To know clearly who you are, what you want to do, and what you want to do is the greatest thing in the world!
Your birth and your life are both incredibly fortunate!
Stop being naughty, stop wasting your energy on meaningless play and thinking. Be grateful, and faithfully follow orders—that's who you are. Understand?
The child's response was confused, but gradually became more and more determined.
A moment of confusion could not break his resolve. By the time he grew to be a 16 or 17-year-old boy warrior who had killed countless insects, this belief was as firm as if it were engraved in his heart!
Qi An guided the changing scenes, bringing the memory to this day.
Early this morning, a large number of mutated worms also invaded the camp of the New Life and North 1 Joint Squad.
In the midst of the chaotic and brutal battle, the young Chen Ji was indeed a powerful warrior, his spear swift as a dragon, charging straight into the depths of the insect swarm.
But the remote communication device suddenly disconnected. He turned around and saw the clone girl who was resonating with him remotely being held in the arms of the White Priest!
Lin Ruyue has no special abilities, so her death wouldn't be a big loss... This thought naturally came to Chen Ji's mind.
A moment of bewilderment and a melancholic sense of loss swept through him, but the feeling quickly faded. He swallowed a red pill and continued his killing spree.
After the battle, both teams suffered heavy losses, with the new base's 8-person team suffering 3 deaths and 1 serious injury.
However, the command center issued a rescue order.
Command was unaware that they had just survived a major battle and killed a White Priest! But the leader of the North 1st Squad spat at the rescue order, angrily saying:
"Let whoever wants to go go! My team is already out of slots for sacrifice!"
However, the four remaining combat-capable members of the new base rushed to the rescue.
That timely rescue saved several lives of the Stars Squad!
However, when the memory returned to the time when the sky brightened, Qi An was purifying the wind and almost fell over, but Chen Ji caught them in time.
Hidden in the hand that held the two of them firmly was a miniature magnet.
Qi An was Chen Ji at this moment, and he clearly felt the cold, slender metal tube in his hand, and saw the blood seeping from her back flowing into the small glass bottle connected to the metal tube.
Chen Ji helped her steady herself, and when he let go, he also put the glass bottle into his protective suit.
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