The half-human girl knelt to the left of the wounded, and she turned to Rhodes: "Rhodes, co over here."
"What am I here for?" Rhodes looked puzzled, unable to comprehend fully, as the young man had never thought himself part of a spectacle while watching one.
"Give a hand, my sisters are all working inside, you’re the most stable-handed guy here, I just found out last night." The half-human girl spoke while diverting the attention of the gendars and the non-coms to a dangerous topic.
Rhodes looked puzzled: "Last night, wait, how did I not know?"
"I saw you training your arm strength with a tree branch gun last night, you tied weights to the branch end, can you claim you trembled then?" The girl said as she took scissors to cut open the wounded’s coat.
Rhodes scratched his face... well, indeed that happened.
He had no choice but to walk over to the half-elf girl’s side, squatting down under the approving gazes of the gendars and non-coms.
"Hold his legs, if things turn to chaos in a bit, you need to give ti to escape." The girl said, sticking out her tongue.
Rhodes grimaced as he held the unlucky guy’s legs under the gendars’ laughter.
The non-coms didn’t know whether to be angry or laugh, their captain could only squat facing the girl: "Honorable dical officer miss, do you need my help?"
"Just in ti, put your hand under his body, help feel up his back, see if these gunshot wounds have penetrated through, co, the first gunshot." The girl pointed to the wound above the left chest near the shoulder blade.
"There, can feel the bone at the back."
"Lucky, no need to treat the wound, just apply the healing spell when needed, second wound." The girl pointed to the wound in the lower right part of the chest.
"There, a thumb-sized hole at the back, no bleeding." The captain said, frowning.
"Noticed he isn’t bleeding, if his muscle didn’t still look human, I’d advise you all to drag him away and burn him quickly." The girl said, pointing at the sharp wound in the middle of the abdon.
The captain felt: "None."
Hence, the girl’s finger pierced there, stirring, then extracting a bullet: "Lucky, the bullet likely penetrated soone before entering the cavity, losing montum then stopping here, however, seems to have hit an intestinal hole, need an open-surgery next."
She noticed the wounded seed waking.
"Gendar Quinn, please draw your gun at his head."
The gendar captain already aid the gun at the wounded: "My apologies, brother, but here many transford into chaos before."
This ti the sergeant major did not resist—he recognized the dical officer girl genuinely wanted to assist their young master, no lie, on the battlefield often seen wounded soldiers mutating into chaotic forms.
However, the terrifying event Rhodes feared hadn’t occurred, the wounded opened his eyes, assessed himself: "Ah, am I alive, Thuringian Sergeant Major?"
"Yes, lad, you’re alive, severely injured, per your orders, fed you potion from your pocket, also cleansed wounds steps ago."
Upon hearing this, the girl extended her hand: "The bottle still here?"
"Yes, still here." The sergeant major turned, his subordinate ran to the dical vehicle, the crew handed a small bottle.
Rhodes recognized the potion imdiately—it was Lord Malin’s potion, World Tree fruit potion.
Able to drink without being purified indicated this guy likely fine.
The elf girl received the bottle, slled it: "Ah, it’s World Tree fruit potion, should’ve ntioned earlier, everyone, release his limbs."
The gendars, sergeant major, and Rhodes released their grips.
The unlucky wounded sighed: "Finally felt my limbs, so dear dical officer miss, can my wounds heal?"
"Given ti, sure heal, since you’re fine, imdiately arrange surgery, the potion drank much utilized sealing and purifying toxins, while abdominal wound needs better handling, else infection truly deadly." She signaled the non-coms to carry him into the surgical theater.
Rhodes readied to leave, when stayed non-com captain stopped him, extending a cigarette pack: "Hey, young man, want a smoke?"
"Uh, I’m a sharpshooter, dics advice, sharpshooters shouldn’t smoke, harms eyes, lungs." Rhodes regretfully sighed—this truly fine stuff, Carterburg’s exclusive cigars, even Rhodes’ cousin hadn’t chance smoked these fine cigars.
Yet as a man standing tall, saying no to smoking ant no smoking.
Also ntioning Sudel, anxiety lood—cousin hadn’t co, while Halsan and Carn kept visiting, could it... could Sudel, idiot cousin of Hades played himself dead front lines, whereas Halsan and Carn didn’t dare truth tell.
Damn it, Sudel lineage one and only sapling left, cousin, you must survive!
......
Sudel felt near death, cursed rno defense line, each soldier ten bullets daily, two iron-hard bread slices water wouldn’t soften, water not guaranteed boiled hot.
Yet damn nobles had wine rations, and warm food.
Chaos roar omnipresent, first line breached, now he and four infantry regints hold the wall’s second line, hearing chaos roar outside, where chaos congregates troops.
Yet harbor artillery position ran out of shells, those damned nobles, preferred extra wine case rather shell.
"What shells solve, soldiers can also solve."
Alright, dying weren’t your house’s bastards.
Sudel first grew madly resentful, cursed the noble bullet, since the day facing defeat till today, at least seven regints shed last drop blood in chaos at grinder lacking shells.
Now Sudel squatted on third floor window cover, no chance peeking gun out killing chaos gathering officers—only seven bullets left, hoped killing more chaos officers to lessen defensive pressure.
Where was Lord Malin?
Recently, this question old veteran regints most asked.
No commander reply.
Every so often vented such confusion, resentnt at Sudel, unhappiness felt like pity.
Sudel heard a whistle sound—chaos infantry regint attack whistle, representing death, and death’s bell.
Damn nobles... how long and how ever shall they ruin us.
Why... won’t they die already.
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