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, and there are many people who fainted from the pain during the forced wound cleaning process.

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

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

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 clots were constantly discharged from the wound under the soft light, and new tender pink flesh filled the gaps, and the bones wrapped with blood were reunited at the broken parts.

The crusaders wearing white heavy armor stretched out their hands, just like they judged the prisoners of the magic empire who walked out of the ruins, allowing the glory of divine arts to cross countless worlds and show here.

They did not come to spread faith.

They were just completing part of the work within their ability, that's all.

Treatment.

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

After all, they were the ones who had seen the infantry with only half of their bodies left being dragged to the outpost core, and the flashing light stream built the whole body from nothing in a few seconds.

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

The popularization of healing magic/spells can reduce the number of times the system assistance is used, and the precious recovery times are reserved for the seriously injured. This is also the role of the medical team in the future.

So far, the postoperative wound cleaning of the wounded soldiers in this area has been settled, and they don't have to endure the difficult infection stage.

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

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

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

"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 placing the wounded with the officers. After confirming the ability of the cathar, Tokas took it to another direction where painful wails were still coming out.

They are responsible for the same work.

There are still many wounded soldiers who need to be rescued, and we know that we can complete all the medical tasks before the sun rises.

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

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

Ji Lin also had to rescue the wounded privately.

He would teach them how to fight and then send these experienced wounded soldiers 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 in the territory, as well as a large number of arcane focus generators.

Ji Lin needed so much infantry equipment, although these were his spoils of war, which were recognized by the system and brought back to the territory.

The territory only needs a part of the magic equipment for reverse research as a technical reserve.

The remaining infantry equipment is like arming the locals, giving the invaders a little surprise.

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

Human corpses, troll corpses, elf corpses.

All organic matter was carbonized at high temperature, and all turned into ashes and rose into the sky in the burning heat flow, disappearing forever in the night.

Some soldiers have already set up temporary pots, poured seasonings and food into them and mixed them - in the distance behind them was a pile of debris being cremated and incinerated.

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

He was hungry.

It was late at night.

The soldiers on this battlefield were still continuing their work tasks. This camp was a good place to rest. The terrain was 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.

After the outpost core was deployed, it used the rapid construction capability of the system projection to build a residential area suitable for temporary rest on the ground-the territory troops could rest in the narrow cabins on the airship, and these hundreds of wounded soldiers might sleep on the ground.

Of course, sleeping in the big bunk bed on the airship was definitely a good experience.

Compared to the commander who had been formulating battle plans for several days without a break, the infantrymen were much more comfortable. They needed to think about which direction to attack from, what kind of offensive to form, and how to complete the coordination of multiple arms.

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

The infantrymen 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 they had not completed all the combat tasks before the night arrived.

They spent the entire second half of the night cleaning the battlefield, burning the bodies with efficient fuel made from hand crystal ore to avoid the outbreak of possible plague.

There will always be a lack of work on the battlefield.

Before the war is over, they will always be prepared for the next possible battle.

Until the dawn arrives.