Chapter 327 Post-War Rest and Preparation

If you feel pain, biting something can also distract you.

Removing the bandage from the wound is also a painful process.

There are many people who fainted from the pain during the surgery without anesthesia. People who fainted from the pain during the forced wound cleaning process outside fell to the ground.

If you don't treat the wound, you will definitely die. If you treat the wound, there is still a glimmer of hope for survival/saving your body.

Resisting the pain, he removed the bandage and peeled off the bandage that had already formed a blood scab. He watched the Skitarii kneel on one knee and cover the wound that looked tragic.

The recruit was immediately shocked.

He was shocked by the miracle that happened to him.

A miracle of flesh and blood healing and bones reconnecting.

Cohesion, construction, growth.

There was no pain, just itchy.

It took an hour for the wound, which was one finger wide, to heal before the naked eye.

Dead blood and lumps were constantly discharged from the wound under the soft light, and new tender pink new flesh filled the gap that was cut, and the bones wrapped with blood threads reunited at the cut.

The Skitarians wearing heavy white armor stretched out their hands, just like they judged the prisoners of the Magic Empire who walked out of the ruins, and let the glory of the divine arts cross countless worlds and show here.

They did not come here to spread faith.

They were just completing part of the work within their ability, nothing more.

Treatment.

This scene was still within the range of what the two sub-humans could accept, and they quickly came to their senses.

After all, they were the ones who had seen the half-lived infantry dragged to the core of the outpost, and the whole body was built from scratch by the flashing light stream in a few seconds.

As long as you are not completely dead, the system can make you complete in a very short time through the outpost core.

The popularization of healing divine arts/spells can reduce the number of times the system support is used, leaving the precious recovery times for the seriously injured. This is also the role of the medical class in the future.

At least the postoperative wounds of the wounded soldiers in this area are cleaned, and they don’t have to endure the difficult infection stage.

The recruit gently swung his arm, raised his arm in the firelight, and removed the long pink mark on it. He seemed to have never been injured.

The Skitarii stood up from the ground, held down the arm of the recruit who wanted to wave, and pointed to the bandage next to him.

Hackett immediately understood what it meant. The serious wound healed by divine magic still needed bandages to fix it.

"Okay, the healing work is done. I'll take you to rest near the camp."

Tokas nodded to Hackett and asked him to be responsible for arranging the wounded with the officers. After confirming the ability of the Skitarii, Tokas took it to another direction where painful wails were still coming out.

They are responsible for different tasks.

There are still many wounded soldiers who need to be rescued. I don't know if all medical tasks can be completed before the sun rises.

The recruits and veterans followed Hackett's footsteps and watched each other greet the gray-clothed soldiers who passed by them. Both sides nodded to say hello.

Most of these gray-clothed soldiers who were sweepers on the battlefield were putting out fires and setting up new torches after the fires were put out.

Ji Lin also had his own selfish motives in rescuing the wounded.

He would teach them how to fight and then send these experienced wounded back.

Then let these wounded soldiers put the combat experience they brought back on the other two fronts, delaying and sticking to the other two advance teams.

The destruction of the two advance teams left a large amount of infantry equipment and a small number of arcane focus generators in the territory.

Ji Lin did not need so many infantry equipment, although these were his spoils of war, which were recognized by the system and brought back to the territory.

The territory only needed a part of the magic equipment for reverse research and technical reserves.

The remaining infantry equipment was not as good as arming the local natives to give the invaders a little surprise.

The recruit didn't know anything yet, he just followed Hackett cautiously. Watching the soldiers on the roadside dragging corpses into piles, and then sprinkled with fuel that he didn't know what it was, the corpses and the wood blocks removed from the surrounding houses burned together.

Human corpses, troll corpses, elf corpses.

Organic matter was carbonized at high temperatures, and all turned into ashes together, rising into the sky in the burning heat, and disappeared forever in the night.

Some soldiers have set up a makeshift pot, poured seasonings and staple food into it and mixed them - not far from them is a pile of debris being cremated and incinerated.

Smelling the aroma of food wafting from afar, he suddenly realized that he had not eaten a full meal for a long time, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

He was hungry.

Late at night, midnight.

The soldiers on this battlefield are still continuing their work tasks. This camp is a good place to rest. The terrain is flat and close to the water source.

They used mud to extinguish the burning wooden buildings, and then cleared a large enough area with the constructs.

The outpost core was deployed, and the rapid construction capability of the system projection was used to build a residential area suitable for temporary rest on the ground - the territory troops can rest in the narrow cabins on the airship, and these hundreds of wounded soldiers cannot sleep on the ground.

Of course, sleeping in the large bunk bed of the airship is definitely not a good experience.

Compared with the commander who had not rested for several days while formulating the battle plan, the infantrymen were much more comfortable. They did not need to think about which direction to attack from, what kind of offensive to form, or how to coordinate multiple arms.

That was the job of the squad leader/company commander/commander, the soldiers just had to obey orders.

The infantry had rested well before the action, and their energy was enough for them to complete a whole night of continuous fighting under the night sky.

The enemy was more fragile than they imagined, so much more fragile that all combat tasks were completed before midnight.

They had the entire second half of the night to clean up the battlefield, burning the bodies with the efficient fuel made from the crystal ore in their hands to avoid the outbreak of possible plague.

There was never a lack of work on the battlefield.

Before the war was over, they would always be preparing for the next possible battle.

Until tomorrow arrived.