When they saw Zhang Tie for the first time, the doctors in the field hospital of the Iron-Horn Army didn't even look at him. They only glanced at the broken imperial standard "Sharp Arrow B" light armor for officers before shaking their heads and telling the military officers of the Iron-Blood Camp who had sent Zhang Tie here that he was already dead and didn't need to be rescued anymore.
Finally, the eyes of the military officers of the Iron-Blood Camp turned red, and the doctors of the field hospital started to rescue Zhang Tie by putting their sabers on their necks.
It was a miracle that Zhang Tie was still alive. Afterwards, Zhang Tie was transferred from the field hospital in the frontline to Blapei behind the frontline.
However, Zhang Tie's miracle came to an end. After a broken crock was broken, even if he tried to mend it, it would never be the same crock as before. Neither could it contain what could be contained in the original crock.
At this moment, Zhang Tie's body was like a glued earthen jar. After his bones, organs, muscles, and meridians were all severely and irreversible damages, even though there were no scars on his body, Zhang Tie was actually not the original Zhang Tie anymore. Those invisible damages not only destroyed Zhang Tie's cultivation base, but also left him a lot of painful sequelae in the future. The doctor in the hospital told Zhang Tie that he might feel very uncomfortable when the weather changed and the seasons changed. He would feel pain in many parts of his body, so he had to pay more attention to it. As Zhang Tie grew older, after 40 years old, these sequelae would become more severe.
'Is my body really destroyed? '
Actually, it was very easy to verify this conclusion. When Zhang Tie could barely walk, he only needed to sense and polish his surging points to confirm it.
His two heads were not seriously damaged, and the fact that the spiritual energy swirl in his mind sea still existed made Zhang Tie feel the luckiest.
The Shrine burning point and the three burning points on his spine seemed to have never been lit. Zhang Tie didn't feel anything at all. When Zhang Tie forcibly moved the spiritual energy in his mind towards the burning points in his body, the spiritual energy passing through his body disappeared the moment it left his head. The moment it left Zhang Tie's head, it would disappear in his body no matter how many times he tried. Compared to the feeling when he polished and cultivated his surging points, this feeling of spiritual energy dissipating was so uncomfortable that he almost spat out blood.
Previously, Zhang Tie felt that his body was a water pipe. His spiritual energy was like the water flowing in the pipe while his surging points were like the soil that needed to be irrigated. In the process of cultivation, he only needed to lead the water to the surging points along the water pipe. However, this time, Zhang Tie felt that his body was not a water pipe, but a bamboo basket which was full of holes. No matter how much water was poured onto the basket, all the water would leak out eventually. It was impossible to use a bamboo basket to water the land.
Staying in the hospital for several days, Zhang Tie had exhausted his spiritual energy each time; however, he still could not transfer even a drop of spiritual energy to the surging points of his body.
Zhang Tie's heart gradually turned cold. At this moment, the huge spiritual energy in his mind, which he was proud of, could only be used to cultivate "Mental Arithmetic by Abacus". Even after activating the Trouble-Reappearance Fruit, Zhang Tie was told that his body could not bear the spiritual impact caused by the Trouble-Reappearance Fruit. Therefore, he could not use the Trouble-Reappearance Fruit.
Zhang Tie felt that he had become a beggar who was sitting on hundreds of millions of properties but could not spend a single cent. If his spiritual energy could no longer ignite the Shrine, it would be useless no matter how much spiritual energy he had.
"Is there really no other way?" Zhang Tie asked himself.
"No, it's not the time to be completely hopeless." A ray of hope flashed across Zhang Tie's mind. "I still have the Castle of Black Iron and that miraculous small tree..."
This was the biggest hope for Zhang Tie to keep his spirit from collapsing at this moment.
After a lot of specialists' consultation, the hospital concluded that Zhang Tie's body could only be like that of commoners who had not ignited their burning points. In this age, the other meaning of this conclusion was that Zhang Tie's body would be useless in the future.
A commoner who had not ignited his Shrine burning point could no longer cultivate, fight, run as fast as the wind, wave "Man's Certificate" and "Woman's Beauty", or even do heavy physical work. A LV 2 warrior could easily kill ten Zhang Tie. In the Iron-Horn Army, Zhang Tie was not even qualified to be the lowest cannon fodder.
Because of this, General Schwartz transferred Zhang Tie from the Iron-Blood Camp to the Logistics Department of the Iron-Blood Camp and made him a civilian officer.
On the fifth day since Zhang Tie could walk with crutches, he returned to his ward after taking a walk in the garden of the hospital with the help of a nurse. At the sight of Reinhardt, Guderian, Liu Xing and some other military officers of the Iron-Blood Camp were waiting for him in the ward.
"Boss!" Seeing Reinhardt and the other military officers, Zhang Tie became excited.
At the sight of Zhang Tie, all the commissioned officers in the ward revealed a smile as they surrounded him at once.
"How are you recovering?" Reinhardt patted Zhang Tie's shoulder. At this moment, Reinhardt's eyes and eyebrows seemed to be filled with tiredness.
"Not bad. You can walk now?" Zhang Tie glanced at the military officers in the ward and found that some familiar faces were missing, especially that bold, bald tough man. Zhang Tie's heart slightly sank. "Where's Officer Freo?"
After asking this question, Zhang Tie glanced at everybody else and found that all the military officers of the Iron-Blood Camp had lost their usual bold and passionate smiles. The moment Zhang Tie mentioned Freo, everybody's smile disappeared.
"Freo sacrificed himself that night!" Major Guderian answered Zhang Tie in a muffled voice.
"How could that be?" Zhang Tie didn't believe it. How could the first lieutenant of the Iron-Blood Camp who wielded his double axes like a windmill be sacrificed? Zhang Tie remembered that after he threw out the last javelin and killed the guy playing the flute, Freo's roar could still be heard across the battlefield. At that time, Black Feathers Regiment was already in chaos. Freo was still alive, how could he die at this moment?
"When you were seriously injured and couldn't get up. In order to save you, Lieutenant Fei Lei Ao killed his way into the Black Feathers Regiment. Because there were too many of them, in order to cover you, Fei Lei Ao carried you and wanted to retreat. I blocked many attacks for you with my body... "First Lieutenant Liu Xing briefly described the scene at that time in a hoarse voice. Reinhardt, who wanted to rescue Zhang Tie, was stalled by some powerhouses of the opponent. Additionally, there were a lot of soldiers of the Black Feathers Regiment in the surroundings, so Reinhardt could not rush over. Those people of the Black Feathers Regiment were determined to kill Zhang Tie, while the other members of the Iron-Blood Camp could not break in. Without Freo's help, Zhang Tie would have definitely been chopped into meat paste by those people.
Freo had used his own life in exchange for his own.
Zhang Tie's tears dropped off one after another...
"Don't be sad. Since the moment you caught up with the train in Blackhot City, everybody in the Iron-Blood Camp would like to risk their lives for you. Each member of the Iron-Blood Camp would like to risk his life for you like how you did for each member of the Iron-Blood Camp that night! "
After hearing Reinhardt's words, Zhang Tie burst out into tears like a kid.
...
After being visited by the military officers of the Iron-Blood Camp, Zhang Tie finally understood the conspiracy of the enemy that day. On that day, all the booties of the Iron-Blood Camp had been sprayed with a special medicament by the people of the Sun Dynasty, including weapons, armors, and money. Humans could neither smell nor see it, but a small animal called black raccoon raised by the Sun Dynasty could. The Brilliant Feathers used a great number of common soldiers as bait, which enabled the Iron-Blood Camp to seize a great number of booties and expose the location of their wolf's lair. After figuring out the location of the wolf's lair of the Iron-Blood Camp, the enemy mobilized the most terrifying Black Feathers Regiment, which was several times more than that of the Iron-Blood Camp. They wanted to raid the Iron-Blood Camp in the middle of the night and completely wipe out the Iron-Blood Camp from that battle zone.
The sneak attack of the Black Feathers Regiment failed. Therefore, the sneak attack turned into a fierce attack. Finally, it evolved into a bloody battle between the elite troops of the Iron-Horn Army and the Brilliant Feathers. After this bloody battle, the Iron-Blood Camp lost over 600 people. After the collapse and retreat of the Black Feathers Regiment, the Iron-Blood Camp chased after them for over 20 km and finally killed over 1,700 people of the Black Feathers Regiment.
Given the number of people, the final winner of that bloody battle was the Iron-Blood Camp. The soldiers of the Black Feathers Regiment, who were trained with secret medicines and other special methods, had less than 10,000 people in the entire Brilliant Feathers. That night, the Iron-Blood Camp almost reduced the number of the undead corps which was the trump card of the Brilliant Feathers by 1/5. From the perspective of the war between corps, this was certainly a great victory.
If Zhang Tie had not killed that Double Moons Muling in a black robe who commanded the Black Feathers Regiment that night, the number of soldiers of the Brilliant Feathers would definitely be over 1,700. The final result might be that over 1,700 people of the Black Feathers Regiment would die and the Iron-Blood Camp of No. 39 Division would not exist anymore.
Zhang Tie became the first lieutenant through his military exploits step by step. Nobody in the entire Iron-Horn Army could find fault with him.
If Zhang Tie was the youngest second lieutenant in the Iron-Horn Army before, he was now the youngest first lieutenant in the entire Iron-Horn Army.
At this moment, the Iron-Blood Camp had almost been crippled and suffered a great loss. If they wanted to return to the battlefield, it would take at least 3-4 months to recover their full strength. If an elite troop like the Iron-Blood Camp wanted to recover its battle strength, it could not be done only by putting together a bunch of people.
...
"No matter what, you have to live well. Even if you could not return to the battlefield, you have to live well for the sake of Freo!" Reinhardt told Zhang Tie before leaving.
Zhang Tie knew that his life also belonged to Freo. Therefore, no matter what, even if he was completely disabled, he would live on in a splendid way. Not only for himself, but also for Freo's life...
In the first month since he came to the Kalur Theater of Operations, Zhang Tie had experienced four things: becoming a 100-man killer, being promoted to first lieutenant, being disabled and being transferred away from the Iron-Blood Camp of No. 39 Division...
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