Chapter 137 You Can't, But I Can

Without speaking or responding, the expressionless Claire pulled out the gun from her waist and pointed it at the forehead of a wounded companion.

"Captain..." Iyeta whispered, her voice full of unbearable.

Claire still didn't answer, and there was no expression other than indifference on her cold face. Her finger was on the trigger, slowly pushing hard. Everyone turned their heads away, unable to bear to look directly.

However, just a second before the bullet was about to be fired, a hand stretched out, pressed the muzzle of the gun, and then snatched it away.

"What are you doing?" Tang Fang's slightly hoarse voice came. He never imagined that the girl with such a fresh, graceful, elegant and orchid face would be so hard-hearted. In the face of familiar and pale faces, how could she do anything.

"Let them go." Claire's voice was so weak that it made people feel icy cold, as if standing in front of them was not a flesh and blood person, but a machine.

"If it was me lying there, I would hope so."

"But they're not you." Tang Fang roared angrily. Even though he subconsciously knew that Claire's words made sense, he still couldn't accept that as a girl, she would be so hard-hearted.

Think about Little Sam's bravado, Grant's integrity, Stilwell's loyalty, Montgomery's good temper, and then look at this cold woman in front of him who he repulsed from the bottom of his heart. She is too calm, too rational, so calm. Shocked, rational and frightening.

These people are all her companions, how could she shoot a brother in the trenches!

Tang Fang thought of Zhou Ai, who was also a woman and a soldier. Although Zhou Ai was as cold as a blade, she was against the enemy. She would never give up lightly when facing her companions.

"Based on the medical conditions of the Alliance Army. We can't save them. Delay will only make them suffer more..." Iyeta walked to his side and said in a slightly choked voice. if it is possible. How could she give up on her companions who had fought side by side. Sometimes a choice is like a sharp knife poking at one's own heart. When making a decision, it will also stab oneself.

"You can't, but I can." Tang Fang's voice was not loud, but everyone listened to it verbatim. he can? Can radiation sickness be treated?

For a moment, almost everyone's eyes gathered on him, most of them were full of puzzlement and suspicion. And some are overwhelmed.

He didn't explain, but quickly opened the storage box on his shoulder, and pulled out a large pile of syringes filled with dark green solution.

Throwing a few of them into Iyeta's hand, Tang Fang frowned unknowingly when she saw her staring at him in a daze: "Why are you still standing there. If you want to save them, then act quickly."

"Oh...oh!" Iyeta came back to her senses, looked at the syringes in her palm, turned around, and walked towards a wounded person. Although she didn't know what was inside, it was out of trust in Tang Fang. She still chose to obey.

Roll up the wounded man's sleeve, find the blood vessel, insert the syringe, and slowly inject the liquid medicine.

As the liquid volume slowly decreased, the face of the wounded on the stretcher began to turn red, and even his shortness of breath gradually stabilized.

Complete an injection. Iyeta looked at the wounded man whose complexion was gradually improving, and then looked at the syringe in his hand, a bright and honest smile quickly bloomed on his face.

"Medical soldier, hurry... hurry up, give everyone an injection."

One syringe after another was handed out. And it was injected into the body of the wounded. In just a few minutes, they who had lost their movements miraculously stood up one by one, crying, laughing, or praising the Father loudly to the brothers next to them.

"Brother, I'm back."

"Robinson, put away your tears, I'm not dead yet."

"Bruno, don't hold me so tight, you'll strangle me."

"..."

The stretcher had already been thrown on the ground, and everyone embraced one place, with tears in their joyful eyes.

It's great to be alive...

Tang Fang looked at them quietly. For the first time, he felt that besides war, oppression, and exploitation, there are many things worth cherishing in this world. They are sometimes around us, but there are more things that we need to work hard to discover. .

"Stand at attention, salute!" Nijekt's majestic voice came, and at the end of his line of sight was a neat line of special service soldiers. Sincere smiles, solemn military salutes, and grateful eyes.

A recovered riot miner walked over, hugged the cold power armor tightly, and kept muttering: "Thank you...thank you..."

Although there is a thick armor in the middle, Tang Fang seems to be able to feel his heartbeat, "Plop, plop", calm and powerful, glowing with blood and youth.

Iyeta came back to him at some point, and looked at him in amazement: "How could you have such a miraculous drug? As far as I know, even the most advanced medical technology in the empire cannot An injection can cure their radiation sickness."

Tang Fang chuckled, still using the ridiculous excuse: "The secret recipe passed down from the ancestors, I'm sorry to tell you."

"Ancestral secret recipe?" Iyeta was sweating profusely. This is simply ridiculous. Can the ancestral secret recipe cure radiation sickness? What about cheating ghosts? Also, she noticed that several soldiers not only recovered from radiation sickness, but also healed the wounds left on their bodies during the battle, as if they had regained their lives.

With such a miraculous drug, he dismissed himself with a single ancestral secret recipe? However, after carefully recalling the deeds he learned from Nehemiah, he felt relieved.

With the power of only 38 people, they defeated nearly 1,500 elite government troops and destroyed an entire submarine-ship mixed formation by unknown means. After arriving at the air force base, he even tore open the "heavy warrior" with his own hands. Now that he can produce such a universal injection, what's the fuss about it?

Having said that, no matter what their origins are and how many secrets they have, as long as they stand on the same front with the rebel army, they are comrades-in-arms and brothers!

While Iyeta was thinking wildly, Tang Fang glanced around, Claire left without knowing when, and the others also nodded goodbye to him, and went to deal with the post-war affairs.

With the sound of sirens on the horizon, the barricades in front of the base slowly rose, and Nehemiah, Brad, Xia Yuanhua and others drove in in armored vehicles, heading straight for the radar control center.

On the other side, Grant, Aros, and Howson also completed the final cleaning task and walked towards where Tang Fang stood.