Apart from the fractures, the rest were minor skin injuries.

Somo quickly picked up the tweezers and carefully removed the small gravel and debris embedded in the flesh. Then he picked up the suture needle and completed the suture like a dance.

Because there was no anesthetic, Edgar gritted his teeth and was ready at first.

But when Sumo removed the light on his face, he suddenly realized that all the wounds on his body had been treated.

"So fast?" Edgar's eyes widened.

He sat up and touched the stitched area. The stitches were as smooth as if they were not there.

"Otherwise, you will have to go back to the checkpoint to slowly recover from the remaining internal injuries."

Somo raised his head slightly.

It sounds simple, but you can see from the admiring looks in the eyes of other members of the surrounding fire suppression team how awesome they were at cleaning and suturing the wounds just now.

That elegance like arranging flowers can only be achieved by having extreme confidence in one's own abilities.

"Fuck, it's indeed an A-level medical ability, it's too strong!"

Zhao Lei secretly smacked his tongue. His original anxiety about the mission was instantly relieved by Su Mo's presence.

A strong logistical support can indeed increase the mission success rate by 30%.

It was the turn of the remaining two people, and it was not difficult to deal with the fracture. Somo walked to the two of them calmly, gently opened the clothes covering the injured area, and carefully examined the condition of the fracture.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the splint and bandage that had been prepared.

After adjusting the angle, the two men's broken arms were quickly fixed to prevent the parts from shifting without hindering blood circulation and affecting recovery.

"Better treatment requires you to go back. I can only help you maintain your injuries first."

Sumo turned on the emergency light, took off his bloody gloves and threw them into the trash can.

"That's enough, that's enough, thank you Brother Qin!"

The three of them hurriedly stood up and thanked them. Their distracted eyes began to focus, flashing with a hint of joy at being alive.

At this time, the rice on the campfire had once again emitted an attractive aroma, mixed with the mellow taste of the stew, which made everyone's stomach growl.

He Qin first served eight portions with quick hands and feet, and then added three more full portions of food.

Zhao Lei patted the three people who were still in a daze and said with a hearty smile: "Don't just stand and thank me. Come, fill your stomach first. Only when you are full can you regain your strength."

The three of them took the plates, their eyes filled with gratitude, and they choked up for a moment.

In this wilderness, after a near-death experience, a warm meal seemed extremely precious.

The two men with broken arms didn't even care about their appearance. They almost stuck their heads into the bowl and took big mouthfuls of rice. The soft glutinous rice and the delicious aroma of the stew collided on the tip of their tongues, making their taste buds immersed in this rare satisfaction.

middle.

The members of the fire suppression team sat together. Although they didn't say much, everyone was in a gloomy mood.

After dinner, we started to arrange the night watch as usual.

Zhao Lei stood up and cleared his throat: "Brothers, today is a special situation, everyone should be vigilant."

"I'll take care of the first class, Neil, Torres, you two follow me, the others should take time to rest and recharge their batteries."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Since Zhao Lei did not mention returning to the level, it means that the specific arrangements will be made after the mission is announced.

Even if the density of alien patrols increases greatly, continuing to move forward will undoubtedly lead to the tiger's mouth.

But everyone was unwilling to give up. After all, the team had been preparing for a long time. If the mission content was within the team's capabilities, it would be a pity to back down like this.

...

Eastern rear.

The foreign camp is like a dormant giant beast, lying quietly in the wilderness. The lights in the camp are bright, but there is a chilling and depressing atmosphere.

The continuous disastrous defeats have brought the morale of the alien race to a freezing point.

Even the five major royal families have almost no hope of defeating humans in the future.

Together with the members of the Strange War Club who were supposed to be executed for defecting due to rape, they are still sitting in the camp, but their rights have been reduced a lot. Currently, they are only responsible for cleaning up the human spies around the camp, and they are also sent by humans.

Mercenaries on a mission.

"Mr. Song, this is the result of today's raid."

The tent door was opened, and Zayn walked in with his head lowered, holding a stack of compiled battle reports.

In the days after taking over the sweep mission, Mr. Song worked very hard. On the one hand, he reorganized the alien intelligence network in various key areas, deployed a large number of informants, and strived to achieve surveillance without blind spots. On the other hand, he organized

A group of elite raiding teams specialize in ambushing mercenaries based on their movement patterns and locations.

Hard work pays off, and the actions taken during this period have achieved remarkable results.

As expected, the mercenary teams that were active on the front lines and causing trouble for the aliens suffered heavy losses one after another.

"Has today's one come out?"

Mr. Song took the battle report and began to read it. When he saw the news that several A-level teams were successfully surrounded and killed, a trace of imperceptible satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

These A-level teams are the elite force among frontline mercenaries. They are not only well-equipped, but also have rich combat experience. In the past, they have always been able to complete some seemingly impossible tasks under the eyes of the patrols, and they are like loaches.

Slippery and giving me a headache.

Now, under his arrangements and plans, more and more mercenary teams are sinking into the sand, or the whole army is annihilated, or they are fleeing in all directions.

I believe it won't be long before Curse Tiger will again delegate power.

"Yes, we will continue to increase the frequency of sweeps and strive to prevent any team from traveling beyond a thousand kilometers."

After saying that, Mr. Song put down the battle report and began to check the information obtained by the frontline spies.

At present, many spies from the Demon Soul Clan have successfully penetrated into the front lines and sneaked into the human level. A large amount of information is transmitted back through special channels every day.

There are no abnormalities in the regular troop mobilization. Human beings are still mainly shrinking, and it is clear that they will wait until the second gambling battle begins.

But in the mercenary area, Mr. Song's fingers suddenly stopped while he was flipping through the pages.

"The first person to come from Tianyuan Territory? Interesting..."

Intelligence showed that a high-level route leader from Tianyuan Territory had joined the ranks of mercenaries.

This is rare, especially for Mr. Song who checks intelligence every day, and it feels refreshing.

But soon, Mr. Song's face became more confused.

I saw detailed records at the back of the intelligence. As soon as this person showed up, he showed overwhelming strength during the test of joining the team. He could defeat high-level ability users in person. Such skills are definitely not for ordinary people.

What makes Mr. Song even more concerned is that this person has actually obtained an A-level medical ability certification. In a group of mercenaries with extremely limited medical resources, having such an ability is simply an added advantage.

"No, there's something wrong with this guy..."

It would be fine if it were other territories, but this Tianyuan territory made Mr. Song's doubts even more intense.

He instinctively tried to piece together this person's identity information based on the intelligence from Tianyuan Territory, but the clues were too scattered and it was difficult to figure out a clue for a while.

"Is there such a skilled master in Tianyuan Territory who also possesses medical abilities?"

The answer is not certain.

But having said that, it is indeed worth noting that such people join mercenaries.

"Zain, please take this person's information to find Cursed Tiger and ask him to help us detect the specific location information. If this person has entered the east with a mission, arrange a team to arrest him.

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"Okay, I'll go right away."

Zeen nodded, and after taking the information file recording 'Qin Yuan', he quickly stood up and walked towards the depths of the camp.

Since some traitors defected, almost all the remaining traitors have put their lives at risk.

Including meeting the cursed tiger, something that used to be a headache and could lead to death if the slightest mistake was made, has become insignificant now.

Soon, Zain arrived in front of the tent where Cursed Tiger was, but before he could speak, the tent door was automatically lifted by a breeze.

A half-human-tall cursed tiger statue stood on the altar table. At this time, the statue's eyes slowly opened, and its cold gaze looked directly at Zayn, as if to penetrate his soul.

"Is something wrong?"

The voice of the cursed tiger seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, cold and hollow.

"Lord Cursed Tiger, a strong man from Tianyuan Territory has come to the frontline mercenaries. Mr. Song would like to ask you to help divine this person's information, which may be of some help to the battle situation."

Zain hurriedly bowed, with a respectful tone, and presented the paper with key information in both hands.

"Light the paper and I will receive it."

Following Curse Tiger's instructions, Zeen stepped forward, and with trembling hands, he dropped the paper recording the information into the brazier in front of the statue.

In an instant, a handful of flames suddenly rose, the orange-red flames greedily devoured the paper, and instantly turned into curls of green smoke rising into the air.

In a foreign palace thousands of kilometers away from the camp.

Cursed Tiger was sitting on a huge stone chair practicing, the surroundings were silent, only the auxiliary training runes on the wall were shining with a faint dark light.
To be continued...