Six Hundred and Fifty

"There are people here! There are still people alive here! Come help! Come here!" A soldier excavating the ruins knelt on the ground excitedly and yelled loudly. The nearby soldiers dropped the broken bricks in their hands and ran to His kneeling position.

Several people worked together to lift a stone slab, and then saw the old general Medias whose face was covered in mud mixed with blood and ashes.

"Oh my god! General, you're all right...that's great!" Seeing that Medias could stand up by himself, the leading officer was so excited that he was about to fly.

"What are you talking about? My ears are buzzing now, and I can't hear clearly." Medias waved his hand, squinted his eyes and shouted loudly to the officer who stepped forward to help him: "I want to wash my face! If I can If so, I would like to change clothes."

Instead of meeting those who came to help, he lowered his head and muttered words that others could not understand: "Where is my saber? Damn it, did I lose it?"

Soon, medical soldiers came up and surrounded Medias to help clean his wounds. Then these skilled medical soldiers discovered a fact that made them breathe a sigh of relief.

Medias was uninjured, he had no fractures or wound-like wounds on his body, and he was in very good health.

"The blood on your face is mainly from the abrasion on your forehead... The wound here is a bit deep, and at least three stitches are required." The attending physician in charge of Medias saw Medias walking over as if nothing had happened. Si, said with ease.

He had also rescued a group of wounded before, and that group of wounded were all sent from the parking lot. They were hit by a demonic missile and lost a lot of equipment. The casualties were really not high.

Some of those people had their entire thighs amputated, and some had several broken ribs. The doctor had been doing rescue work before he came, and he didn't come here until the wounded of Alan Hill were properly settled.

"Don't hang around me...I'm fine." Medias, who had returned to normal speaking, had no buzzing in his ears.

Alan Hill's luck seemed to be rotten to the extreme at that moment, and then gradually returned to the Alan Hill Empire.

Medias survived the catastrophe, and only suffered some skin trauma, and his command team did not suffer as much loss as imagined.

Most of them were crushed under the stone slabs, but because of the short construction period, the barracks built with these slate slabs have low defense and are very cheap. Most importantly, the people in the room will not be killed after they collapse. .

Lightweight materials save most lives. Medias' adjutant had a broken arm, and some of the other generals had broken bones of their own, bleeding a lot.

Those commanders, as well as some non-commissioned officers, school officers, etc., were rescued from the ruins one after another.

Not everyone had such good luck. In the end, a major general and two lieutenant colonels were killed in this headquarters. Counting the dead guards, this devil missile killed 7 guards of Alan Hill in an instant.

"Where is the enemy's position?" Looking at the damaged computers sorted out next to the ruins, as well as the technical equipment that had been completely scrapped, Medias asked worriedly the person in charge of excavating the scene standing in front of him. officer.

Data terminals, including dozens of computers, and many important command devices were destroyed in the devastation. The actual value of these equipment alone is as high as several "hundred million"!

"General! What you need most now is a good rest." The officer in charge of the excavation, Alan Hill, asked with a serious expression: "Please cooperate with the doctor's order and actively treat..."

"I'm fine." Interrupting his words, Medias waved his hand, indicating that he was fine now, and then continued to ask a second time: "Where is the enemy's position? Our troops How's the counterattack going?"

"The enemy is already approaching the beachhead, the news was sent a few minutes ago, let us continue to search for you..." The leading officer immediately replied with his chin raised.

"Arrange a jeep! I'm going to a royal command car..." Medias knew that Princess Vivienne's command ability was actually very mediocre, and he had to regain his command as soon as possible so that he could take over those people more effectively. Fighting troops.

"Call Her Royal Highness and report the situation on our side... Tell her that everything is fine and there is nothing wrong!" The old general stood up and moved around while speaking. Then he walked to the huge crater, observing with interest the fragments of the demonic missile that nearly killed him.

The missile exploded very thoroughly, and only a few fragments of the shell were scattered nearby. The large crater on the ground was shocking, and one could tell at a glance that the explosion just now was quite powerful.

...

In the royal command car, Vivian grabbed the phone in front of her and heard the report inside. In the next second, she widened her beautiful eyes and smiled on her face: "Really? That's great."

She hung up the phone, then looked at Queen Andrea beside her, and said, "I just got the news that General Medias was not killed in battle, and he is on his way here."

"Just injured?" the queen asked a little uncertainly.

"Yes, it's only a minor injury. He doesn't even need to rest, he's ready to come here to take over our command." Vivienne let out a sigh of relief when she said this.

She is not very good at directing such things. What she would rather do is to fly out by herself and fight the demon army for 300 rounds...

However, as her status became more and more special, she no longer had the means to enjoy this kind of battle. If Her Royal Highness Princess Alan Hill were to go to the front to participate in the battle, the general in charge of commanding the battle would probably be ashamed to death.

Queen Andrea, who was standing beside Vivienne, was in a dark mood when she heard that someone was coming to take away the "consultant rights" she had obtained so hard. She still wanted to stand here. feeling too!

In the end, before she could experience that feeling, her power was taken away by someone who survived the catastrophe... So she could only give up her position resentfully, with an expression of unwillingness written all over her face.

Vivian was in a good mood, and instead comforted Her Majesty, she said, "Are you worried about our defense? Don't worry, nothing will happen. General Medias will be here soon, and we don't need to intervene in command!"

"That's what I care about! I still want to have fun!" Andrea shouted in her heart...