Chapter 78 Torture
It was indeed a rare and wonderful day. The sky was a clear, deep blue, without a trace of impurity, and the sunlight was just the right intensity, warming the entire forest.
After watching the last troop carrier drive away, everyone walked back lazily and casually.
"Did you guys see Zhao Lang's last look? It was like he'd really been scummed by us."
"With his legs and Wu Han's back, what good would it do to keep those two seriously injured players from their team who couldn't get out of bed for a week?" Yu Shuang complained.
"Wu Han's eyes looked more like he'd been dumped... no, more like he'd dumped Xiao Qi." Su Qingran couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.
It is said that love is about constantly feeling indebted.
Qi An thought of the rather senior purifier from the Southeast Squad and called out "Hanyu" when urging Wu Han to get in the car.
It turns out that Wu Han's real name, or rather his former name, was "Wu Hanyu".
Like cutting and polishing jade, like carving and grinding stone, this name suits him perfectly!
Yu Shuang used her newly acquired tablet to make a video call to the base hospital.
On the other end of the phone, Zhuang Xiao was wrapped up like a ghost, but she still slowly raised her right hand and gave a thumbs up to the camera.
"I'm tough, I'll be fine!" he said with a chuckle.
"It's alright here. Xiao Shi has already spoken to a doctor she knows, and they will take extra care of you."
"Eat and drink well, take as much as you can. When we get back, you must be able to get out of bed and greet us!" Yu Shuang said.
Zhuang Xiao's hand then formed an "OK" sign.
The doctor was holding the phone. He tiptoed out of the ward, his voice calm.
"His right ankle Achilles tendon, anterior talofibular ligament, and deltoid ligament were completely ruptured."
The wound has been further damaged by corrosive toxins, making it difficult to suture completely. In addition, the posterior tibial nerve is compressed, so he is very likely to develop a lameness after recovery.
The severity of his disability cannot be determined at this time, but he needs to prepare mentally for retirement.
After a moment of silence on the other end of the video call, Zhao Bohan said, "I understand. Thank you, doctor. Thank you for your hard work."
After the phone call ended, everyone's steps became heavy.
Su Qingran mentioned this.
There was a thick layer of flesh and humus under the tree, but there were also nano-blades between the trees that were covered with the blood and body fluids of fallen insects.
Zhuang Xiao was injured, as were the rest of the group. After wandering around, they went into the tent to eat and change their bandages.
Qi An's back was covered with thick scabs, and her healing ability was also increasing.
But when Su Qingran took off her clothes, a large, gruesome burn scar was revealed on her snow-white, beautiful chest...
"It's pointless to compete for first place or the top spot. The highest-ranked person often bears the most responsibility." Su Qingran tilted her head back.
Perhaps because of the intense pain, her tone was wistful and indifferent.
The Ash Priest in the mutated forest had already been clearly captured by reconnaissance aircraft.
It's unclear whether it's permanently stationed here or just occasionally on patrol.
It didn't appear for the first two days of the operation, so it's pretty much certain that it wasn't there.
This was incredibly lucky for the first combat squad.
But that might not be the case for the squad.
They were chosen long ago to carry the "Weaver Girl," and their frantic bombing of the insect nest was to lure out the Ash Priests.
However, the Ash Priests did not arrive, and the large number of mutated insects and mutated white priests also caused them heavy casualties.
They still carry the "Weaver Girl" with them, awaiting the possible return and possible retribution of the Ash Priests despite their injuries and illnesses.
Perhaps Zhuang Xiao is the luckiest one among them?
Su Qingran's complaints went unanswered for a moment. Yu Shuang silently applied the medicine, while Qi An sat silently to the side, turning his head to look outside.
Actually, the wind today is from the north, and the little bit of air that seeps through the gaps in the tent is cool.
But I don't know who was so bored as to start a fire in the open space in broad daylight.
Qi An lifted the curtain and went outside, where he saw Qiao Zheng sitting cross-legged by the fire.
"You can't eat the animals in this forest!" Shi Qingqing shouted from afar to warn them.
Qiao Zheng rolled his eyes: "Who doesn't know that? The fire is obviously for roasting meat, right?"
Things done in one's spare time, regardless of purpose or benefit, and without regard to the opinions of others.
A person only exists in this moment.
With everything empty and danger lurking in some unknown corner of time, his composure was infectious to many.
"Singing! This is the perfect time for storytelling or singing!" A crowd quickly gathered around the fire, and Shi Qingqing slapped her thigh and asked, "Where's the brigade headquarters?"
The head of the headquarters wasn't there, but someone cleared their throat and started singing:
There is a beautiful flower in the world, it is the bloom of youth.
Its unyielding spirit blossoms, stained crimson with blood.
The singing was melodious and pleasant, but Shi Qingqing abruptly stopped it:
"Wait a minute! This song doesn't sound very auspicious. Can't you sing something cheerful?"
The female singer raised her eyebrows, straightened her back, and flashed a standard eight-tooth smile before launching into a loud voice:
"Unforgettable tonight, unforgettable tonight~ no matter where you are in the world..."
This immediately drew a burst of laughter.
Amidst the laughter, the usually languid Qiao Zheng straightened up and looked at Qi An beside him in surprise:
"Dr. Qi sings very well!"
The first song, in particular, is melodious and gentle, with a touch of sadness. Sung in Qi An's delicate and clear voice, it is extremely beautiful!
Qiao Zheng's previously listless and languid expression brightened as he moved closer to Qi An:
"Dr. Qi, let me tell you, our team sings really well too!"
Not only can he sing, but he can also play the guitar!
"Qing, don't you have a photo?" Qiao Zheng pulled Shi Qingqing, who was happily clapping along, to the other side.
"Show Dr. Qi the photo of him playing guitar on the rooftop of the headquarters."
Shi Qingqing was taken aback, but immediately understood the intention, and pulled out the photo from her phone and held it up in front of Qi An:
"A photo from 3 years ago, a superb snapshot!"
It's hard to take a snapshot like this now, because many people know that when our brigade is bored, we like to play music and sing on the roof of dormitory building number 3. There are always people staking out there, so the brigade doesn't go anymore.
The photo is a panoramic view, with the sky as a blue mirror background. A man in a light-colored t-shirt is casually leaning against a red plastic chair, and the yellow of the wooden guitar in his arms is mottled and intense.
I wonder if Feng Xu's song has an ordinary melody, and if it can dilute the charm that leaps off the screen in this photo.
Just then, Feng Xu walked over from a distance. Qi An looked up and suddenly had a strong desire in her mind to have him take off his protective suit, put on a t-shirt, pick up a guitar, and sing a song for her face to face!
But this is a battlefield, so no one would bring musical instruments.
When Feng Xu sat down, he was surprised by Qi An's blank stare and felt a little embarrassed.
“A duet! We absolutely have to sing a duet!” Qiao Zheng said.
Qi An got up and tried to run, but Shi Qingqing grabbed him.
"Why can't people in this apocalyptic world appreciate real art even once? Please, God An'an!"
A noisy commotion broke out around the campfire, while a few members of the team sat in a row near the tent entrance a little further away.
"When the Ash Priest sees the insect hive destroyed like this, he will definitely retaliate against Base 1 in South China to the death."
The people from South China stayed behind to guard the base, but what about us? Tang Long was writing a will. After finishing it, he read it through and asked this question in a low voice.
Su Qingran remained silent and looked at the two captains.
Just when everyone thought there would be no more conversation, Zhao Bohan said, "We were chosen because we once killed an Ash Priest at the old base."
Although it was the "Weaver Girl" weapon that killed them, they were indeed deeply involved in that great battle and received medals for it, becoming famous far and wide.
"It was our own choice to give up running away and go to activate the Weaver Girl."
Once a choice is made, the consequences must be borne. Zhao Bohan is always calm, sometimes appearing cold.
"Actually, we still have a choice now. We are all injured, especially Xiao Su."
"If we worsen the injury, we can use that as grounds to request evacuation from the forest from command; there's a very high chance it will be approved."
The only cost is having to walk back to the base, and they don't lack supplies right now.
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
Yu Shuang suddenly recalled the feelings that had swept through her mind during the previous battle.
In just one year, she went from being a fairly elite special forces captain to one of the top elite soldiers on the entire continent. Her squad also became the top special forces team.
In fact, there is still a huge gap in combat power between them and those S-level superhumans, such as Feng Xu and Chen Xi.
Their transformation and rise to such a position are due to Qi An.
"Will you resent Xiao Qi?" Yu Shuang suddenly asked.
Faced with such danger and pressure, faced with "injustice," and with the possibility of more "unfair" tasks in the future, will they resent that person? The person who suddenly made them extraordinary.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com