Seven Hundred and Eighty-Six Mantis Catching Cicadas

A jeep with a stretcher on the hood was parked in front of the tent of the field hospital. The car was bumpy along the way, and the faces of the wounded lying on the stretcher became ugly.

A nurse supported the recording board with her arm, and shouted loudly to the soldiers driving the car: "The lightly wounded are on the other side, and only seriously wounded are accepted here."

"I don't know whether they were slightly injured or seriously injured. They looked like they were dying, but they are still alive." The soldier driving the car looked strange, jumped out of the car, and pointed to the back seat of his car chair.

At this time, the nurse saw that there was a poor wounded man curled up in the back seat. He didn't even get a stretcher, just curled up in the back of the car, the blood on his body looked very scary.

"My God..." The nurse hurried over, wanting to see if the man who should be dead under normal circumstances was still breathing.

More than 30 hours of chaotic fighting, the wounded of Ireland Hill has never been more than today. The entire frontline field medical system is being tested, and every frontline military doctor is doing his best to rescue the wounded.

It can be said responsibly that in the past day, the number of amputations in Ireland due to war is the sum of the number of amputations in the past 11 months!

This is a huge test for the Irish Field Medical System, which has never been tested like this. However, they withstood the test, saved the lives of hundreds of wounded, and helped these wounded to reduce the pain as much as possible.

"You won't bring back two corpses, will you?" The little nurse was also on the battlefield for the first time. She was able to come here because she was the second daughter of a low-level nobleman with a good education, so she was selected to serve as a nurse on the front line. .

But she was no longer as flustered as she was 30 hours ago, when she saw the wounded for the first time, the wounded covered in blood.

"They are all still alive, although I think they should have died a long time ago... But they are indeed still alive. When I passed by a pothole just now, the one in front was still crying." The soldier who drove to deliver the wounded was sure Said.

He felt that he should be a professional soldier who transported the wounded. It was impossible to transport two corpses back. It was just an insult, so he had to insist on being right!

The female nurse walked to the front of the car and saw a seriously wounded soldier lying on the stretcher fixed on the engine compartment cover of the car. His military rank showed that he was a platoon leader, and he was a platoon leader of a hoplite grenadier depending on the type of troops.

"Are you still conscious?" The nurse walked over motionless,

The man next to the stretcher who seemed to have become a corpse asked while shaking his face with his hands.

"I think I'm dying..." The man lying on the stretcher suddenly said, startling the little nurse too: "You'd better save me quickly."

"Well, you don't look serious." The nurse was relieved to hear that the other party's language for help was clear and there was no shock.

She let go of the hand pinching the other person's face, looked at her clean hand, and walked towards the wounded man in the back row of the car.

The blood on the face of the wounded man in front had dried, so the little nurse didn't get bloody hands. When she walked to the back of the car, she saw the man curled up in the back, sitting up.

His jacket was torn and gone, and his lower body was wearing a pair of tattered trousers, and he couldn't see any military rank.

But this man's naked upper body is full of muscles, as strong as a lion. Those muscles were crawling with wounds, both healing old ones and horrific new ones.

Covering a serious wound on his body, the man glanced at the female nurse: "I can hold on, you go save the one in front first..."

"You can stand it? Brother, are you a bear?" Looking at the burly man in front of her, the female nurse complained in disbelief.

"I'm not a bear..." Burrison retorted subconsciously, always with a guilty conscience.

There is no way, after he turned into a wolf, he has to be strong for a few days before he can return to his original normal figure. This is a kind of sequelae, and it is also a price for him after turning into a wolf.

"He's not a bear, he's a wolf..." The second platoon leader lying on the stretcher laughed out loud, even pulling the wound, his complexion changed due to the pain, and he was still laughing with tears in his eyes.

"Get the two of them down and send them to the tent behind me..." The female nurse ignored the two lunatics and turned to order the soldiers who drove up.

The soldier was also used to being yelled at by nurses or doctors, so he hurried forward and unlocked the lock that fixed the stretcher.

His movements are extremely skilled, after all, he has been doing this kind of work recently. A few soldiers who rushed over to maintain order in the field hospital also came over with light weapons on their backs and helped carry the stretcher off.

Two other people ignored the blood stains and mixed Burison in the back of the car out of the car. A basin of cold water then washed over the wooden seats at the back of the car. The dried black blood and red blood mixed together and dripped onto the floor of the car, leaking out of the car through the cracks.

At this time, the siren of the field hospital suddenly sounded, and several helping soldiers quickly took off the M4 assault rifles they were carrying from their backs, and searched every corner vigilantly.

"It's really interesting here." At this time, a man in a white robe came out from behind the tent, and exclaimed in vague words: "What did I see? The blood of a giant wolf, in a Flows in the veins of mortals?"

"It's really not easy to sneak in. I killed three guards along the way, but we were still discovered." Another vague voice sounded, and the second white-robed man held a blood-dripping sword and came from the other side of the tent. One side came out.

"This is a place to treat the wounded...no one can stop us." The man in white robe who spoke first said proudly with his vague voice.

"Yeah, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and destroy this place, or we won't be able to leave when their people gather around." Another white-robed man swung the long sword in his hand, shaking the blood on it. When he reached the soil under his feet, he had already made a posture ready to charge.

"I just saw you two damn guys when I came here, and thought that no one from us in Alan Hill could stop you, right?" A beautiful voice sounded from above the heads of the two men in white robes: "Speak , Which one of you came up first to lead the death? Or, you can't wait, want to be killed by me together?"

"I was really lucky. After looking around, I felt that something might happen here, but it turned out to be what I waited for. Finally, the trip was not in vain. They should be in a hurry, right? Hurry up and kill you two, I'm fine." Go back, so that no one will worry for me..." A petite female magician in a black robe and a mask hovered in the air, overlooking the two white-robed god servants, flexing her thin wrists: "Eh? ...It's really like that interesting saying...what's it called? The mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind? Yes, that's it!"

The two men in white robes looked at each other, and then rushed towards the female magician of Alan Hill not far away without saying a word.

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The state is not good. I wrote so much after staying up all night. The other one is a little later. Let’s read it in the afternoon.

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