Ren Xiaosu's current status in the Pyro Company was indeed special. After all, he could read the newspaper together with P5. Who knew what kind of relationship the two of them had?
Therefore, the Pyro Company soldiers who saw the harmonious scene in the morning were all very polite to Ren Xiaosu. Those who did not see it had also heard that this escapee had a good relationship with their commanding officer, so they should not offend him.
To be honest, the Pyro Company soldiers were also very curious about the relationship between their commanding officer, P5092, and this young man.
As a result, when Ren Xiaosu returned to the Trinity Institute's truck, the three soldiers who had taken his watch ran over and offered to return it to Ren Xiaosu. However, Ren Xiaosu refused to take it back and even comforted the three soldiers, "Just keep it. Don't worry, I'm thanking you for your help on the way here. You can't say that I'm not thanking you just because I'm your commanding officer's good brother. That's not right!"
The three soldiers were persuaded to go back by Ren Xiaosu. However, news of Ren Xiaosu and P5 becoming good brothers spread like wildfire. The next morning, when they were getting their meals, the cooks were extremely enthusiastic. They even asked Ren Xiaosu what he wanted to eat for lunch.
The other escapees around them could not accept this reality. They could not even get to eat, yet this young man could actually order food from the Pyro Company!
How could the difference between two people be so great?!
On the same day, the Pyro Company's advance suddenly sped up. Ren Xiaosu could clearly feel the vehicle speeding up. He leaned against the guardrail in front of the back of the truck and asked the soldier driving, "Why did they suddenly speed up?"
The three soldiers said, "The higher-ups have ordered us to get to the front lines within two days. It's not only Stronghold 176 that's been attacked, but the northern tribe has also appeared to the north of our Pyro Company. They've slaughtered the people from two factories, so we have to drive them away. We have to establish a defensive line north of the Pyro Company before their main forces arrive in the Central Plains."
Ren Xiaosu thought about it. It looked like the northern tribe had launched an all-out attack on the Central Plains. They were actually going to attack the Wang Clan and the Pyro Company together?!
Was he too confident, or did he not understand the situation in the Chinese server at all?
Ren Xiaosu sat back in the back of the truck and watched the long convoy cross the mountains and rivers. At this moment, he suddenly felt like he was fighting alongside the Pyro Company to overcome the difficulties of the times. This was a very strange feeling. Ren Xiaosu could not explain why the originally opposing sides had suddenly joined forces for the sake of a common foreign enemy.
Spring had arrived, and the mountains and plains were beginning to turn green. The mountain streams had already broken through the ice, and the melted snow flowed down from the mountains, converging into a rapid river. When the river crashed into the rocks, it would even create white waves.
If the fire seed succeeded, then everything here would be preserved. If the fire seed failed, then the mountain stream would be dyed red with blood.
On the third day, the Pyro Company's troops finally arrived at the last forward operating base at the rear of the front line. But to Ren Xiaosu's surprise, the entire forward operating base was in chaos. The veterans who had retreated from the front line were leaning against the wall and hugging their guns as they slept. They were covered in dirt and looked pathetic.
Ren Xiaosu and the others also saw many wounded people being carried from the North into the base's medical center.
Outside the medical center, someone had built a drying area with hundreds of wooden stakes and iron wires. Bedsheets, clothes, and gauze were hung on it.
The clothes that had been washed and hung out to dry were still stained with blood. It was a ghastly sight.
Ren Xiaosu suddenly realized the war in the North was far crueler than he had imagined during the few days they had been rushing to the front line!
Someone was carrying the wounded outside the three-story building of the temporary medical center and crying, "Who can save my platoon commander!"
Ren Xiaosu looked at this scene from afar. This was the first time he had seen a Pyro Company member cry. So it turned out these people also had normal emotions and would grieve for their comrades.
Ren Xiaosu had never seen such a scene before. In his impression, those people would not show any emotions even if their comrades died.
Whether it was Midnight or Dusk, it was the same for them.
Yang Xiaojin seemed to sense his puzzlement. "The intelligence agency is different from the fighting forces. The people in the intelligence agency don't get along with each other all the time. Some of them only become temporary partners when they carry out missions. Moreover, intelligence agents have always had to abandon useless emotions."
At this moment, the crying Pyro Company soldier was accompanied by his comrades. There was a stretcher on the ground with a Pyro Company soldier lying on it. It was unknown if he was dead or alive.
Someone from the medical center ran out to receive the patient. However, he said in a troubled tone, "There aren't enough doctors in the medical center right now. They're all treating the patients who were sent here earlier. Carry him inside and wait for a while!"
Several of the Pyro Company soldiers who had brought the wounded over were unwilling. They pulled the nurse back and said, "Save him! He's been struck in the abdomen by an axe. If you don't save him now, it'll be too late!"
The Pyro Company soldiers were physically stronger than the average person, so they managed to hold on for nearly half an hour after being struck in the abdomen by an axe. However, no matter how strong their physical fitness was, they would still die eventually.
"Quick, go and save him!" Wang Jing called for everyone to get out of the car.
These doctors from the Trinity Institute had complained a lot along the way and felt a lot of disappointment and frustration. But when they saw a life about to be lost in front of their eyes, the first thing they thought of was to save him. Everything else could wait.
Ren Xiaosu helped Wang Jing out of the car. Wang Jing said to the nurse, "I'm Wang Jing from the Wang Clan's Trinity Institute. Get me ready for surgery!"
When the nurse heard Wang Jing's name, she was pleasantly surprised. "You're Mr. Wang Jing?"
Only then did Ren Xiaosu realize how useful Wang Jing's name was in the medical industry. The other party had absolute trust in him just by hearing his name.
However, the nurse said awkwardly, "The operating theaters are all occupied. It's not that we're not letting you use them, but there are too many patients. All the doctors in the medical center who can perform surgeries are busy saving lives. Some of them haven't slept for an entire day and night."
Wang Jing was in a dilemma. What should he do now that there were no operating theaters left? How could he perform surgery on a patient when there was not even a sterile environment?
Off to the side, Ren Xiaosu suddenly said to Wang Jing, "Nurse, bring the suture needle and thread over. Elder, you can suture him up. I still have some ancestral ointment with me. It should be able to save him."
With that, the nurse turned around and went back to the medical center. She brought out a tray with hemostatic forceps, sutures, and other medical equipment. Wang Jing glanced at Ren Xiaosu. "You should know how serious the consequences will be if the bacteria and viruses remain in his body without careful disinfection. Are you confident you can save him?"
Ren Xiaosu grinned. "Don't worry, Elder."
After that, Wang Jing really started suturing the patient's wounds. The intestines in the Pyro Company's abdomen had been severed, and he was in a state of shock due to blood loss. According to the nurse's opinion, this person should be hopeless. However, Wang Jing seemed to trust the young man next to him very much.
Every time Wang Jing stitched up a wound, Ren Xiaosu would apply a little of the black medicine on it. He did not care if the black medicine would have the same effect when it was applied to the abdomen. Right now, he had to keep the patient alive first.
The Pyro Company soldiers at the side were still in despair. But they suddenly realized their platoon leader's pale face regained some color when the black medicine was applied to the first wound. They looked at one another. What kind of medicine was this? How could it be so miraculous?!
Nearby, P5092 was watching this scene with interest. His adjutant next to him wanted to say something, but he stopped him. "Let's wait and see."
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