Recalling the scheming city of the Northern War, as well as the decisive means of killing, Nan Zheng frowned slightly, and suddenly felt worried about Yunluan. He had dealt with Beizhan at banquets, although it was only polite words and polite back-and-forth on the surface, but Beizhan still gave him the feeling that it was leaky.

Although the mayor of Xuan City is a hot potato, with the strength of the Northern War, as long as he is ruthless, he may not be able to sit firmly. What's more, as the eldest son of the Northern Clan, he has the support of the entire Northern Clan behind him, coupled with the network power accumulated for many years, which is far better than today's Yunluan.

"By the way, you know what, the Northern War is going to do something to the 'butterfly'." The military doctor raised his eyes and glanced at the drip bottle hanging above Nan Zheng's head, and said softly as if inadvertently.

Nan Zheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then his eyes widened in disbelief, and he asked again and again: "Northern War wants to do something to the 'butterfly'?" Where did you hear this news, and are you sure it's true? ”

The military doctor stared at the starry eyes of the Southern Expedition, and his demeanor and tone were obviously very serious, not half false: "Of course it is true and reliable, you don't care where I got this news from, but this is the case, I believe that it will not be long before the Northern War will consult his superiors and dispatch troops to clear the underground palace of the butterfly." ”

"It can't be." Nan Zheng was word-by-word, and vetoed the words of the military doctor loudly.

"Why can't it be?" The military doctor asked nonchalantly.

Nan Zheng looked directly at the light brown eyes of the military doctor, and his handsome and extraordinary face was impregnated with solemn and rigorous emotions: "Butterfly has reached some kind of secret deal with Zhang Tu back then, in other words, Butterfly and Zhang Tu are inseparable now, after all, Zhang Tu still relies on Butterfly to get the benefits he wants, how can he approve the request of the Northern War to clear the butterfly." ”

The military doctor smiled faintly when he heard this, and his slender fingers gently stroked the cold and hard edge of the table: "What you said is not wrong, Zhang Tu relies on butterflies in exchange for the benefits he wants, and butterflies rely on Zhang Tu to get the nourishment they want." ”

At this point, the military doctor paused slightly, and his light brown eyes seemed to be deepening as his emotions changed, revealing a kind of breathtaking magic: "But, Nan Zheng, have you ever thought that when Zhang Tu gets enough of the benefits he wants, do you think he will still keep the underground palace of butterflies?" ”

"What do you mean......" Nan Zheng naturally knew the meaning of the military doctor's words, but for a while he couldn't figure out what Zhang Tu's true intention was?

After all, Zhang Tu relied on butterflies in exchange for unknown huge benefits, and the lives of the five hundred soldiers, no, to be precise, the lives of the four hundred and ninety-seven soldiers, were buried forever in the dark underground palace as butterflies.

Such a heinous crime, the truth hidden behind it is definitely not simple, but all the evidence and clues have been erased, if the Northern War in the future to seize the butterfly's underground palace, then Yun Luan, Instructor Luo, and the investigation of the three military doctors will not lose the source of the trace?

One pile at a time, interlocking and intricate.

Nan Zheng lowered his eyes and supported his forehead, and suddenly felt some pain in his head. If Zhang Tu approved the request for the Northern War to clear the butterfly, this is a normal thing, after all, the secret transaction with the butterfly is a monstrous crime that cannot be seen, if the underground palace of the butterfly is destroyed, then the matter of the year will be completely ended.

On the contrary, if Zhang Tu did not approve the request for the Northern War to clear the butterflies, it would also be expected in the Southern Expedition. After all, as a large-scale drug trafficking criminal gang that has been rooted in Xuan City for a long time, the profits obtained by the daily circulation of drugs every month of the year are extremely huge and amazing.

If you want to exchange for benefits for a long time, then Zhang Tu must leave the butterfly and acquiesce to the existence of the butterfly, which is an extremely strange and subtle symbiotic system that coexists with each other. After all, Zhang Tu has the containment of a prestigious family around him, and if he wants to get rid of this restraint, he must establish his own network of influence.

Thinking about this, Nan Zheng rubbed his aching temples, the first camp was an untouchable mysterious event, and the hidden sins and dirtiness in it exceeded the limits of what the world could imagine, and even he himself could not guess the slightest, which shows how difficult it was for the three of Yunluan to investigate the incident.

The military doctor left Nan Zheng enough space to think, and sat on the chair and waited quietly for a long time before he slowly spoke: "I mean, when Zhang Tu establishes his own network of influence and draws enough benefits from the butterfly, then he will not hesitate to erase the existence of the butterfly." ”

At this point, the military doctor lowered his eyes and took a sip of water, moistening his chapped and pale lips: "Actually, this is also very understandable, after all, the butterfly has the evidence of Zhang Tu's transaction with them, and the evidence is related to the elite soldiers of the first battalion back then, if they are exposed to public view......

"What's interesting, you say? Southern Expedition. Before the words fell, the military doctor glanced at Nan Zheng with a smile, and the water cup made a sound that was not light or heavy when it was resting on the table, but it was dull as if it was about to smash into Nan Zheng's heart.

Nan Zheng stared at the military doctor's face as warm as jade, and his voice was as cold and clear as a metal collision: "If he is exposed to the public eye, Zhang Tu's future will come to an end, and he will be torn apart alive by the citizens and the families of the first battalion back then." ”

"That's right, torn alive." The military doctor sighed softly when he heard this, and then leaned back on the back of the leather chair: "None of the soldiers who died tragically in the first battalion back then will be truly rested, only the blood of Zhang Tu and those butchers can completely repay the heinous sins of that year." ”

Immediately afterwards, the military doctor gently pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a strange smile that seemed to be a smile but not a smile: "Zhang Tu thought that he got the most desired benefits and power from it, but he didn't know that the praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches were behind, and the eyes of Miss Yun and the families were no longer staring at him all the time, and the day when blood debts and blood would be paid is not far away, only the ancient and cruel blood sacrifice can comfort the souls of the martyrs in the sky." ”

Butchers will one day pay a hundredfold heavier.

This is something that military doctors have always been deeply convinced of.

Whenever he dreams back in the middle of the night, when he returns to the dark passage of the past, he will inevitably see the torn bodies of his comrades, the rusty and sticky blood, the broken bones, and the blood-drenched minced flesh.

Frightened, screaming, screaming. When all the light was completely annihilated in the darkness, the military doctor could only hear the painful cries and heart-rending screams of his comrades all the time around him, the warm and viscous blood splashed on his skin, and even the corpses of his comrades were still warm all over his feet.

All kinds of scientific and technological weapons took turns to strafe the first battalion of the year, and when there were only more than a hundred soldiers left, Yun Luan immediately lit the flares, and forcibly opened his eyes to observe the surroundings, looking for a breakthrough where he could escape.

On the way to retreat, there were still comrades-in-arms who were falling one after another, and behind them were fiercely chased, heavily armed criminal thugs. Until in the end, only a few people remained, and when they were killed by stray bullets when they came to the entrance of the cave, the military doctor clearly saw Yun Luan shedding tears of bitterness and resentment through the faint light coming from the entrance of the cave.

It's ridiculous that the comrades-in-arms in the first battalion are loved and commemorated by the citizens of Xuanguo with the halo of martyrs, but they don't know that what pushes them to the road to hell behind them is precisely Zhang Tu, who spent a huge amount of money to build a martyr's cemetery.

The corpses of the soldiers rotted in the tunnels, and the cold tombstones were engraved with lies.

Blood debt and blood repayment, this word was engraved in the bones of the military doctor. He couldn't wait to eat Zhang Tu's flesh, drink Zhang Tu's blood, and then break the bones of Zhang Tu's body one by one, and then sprinkle the other party's bones and ashes on the dirtiest and smelliest place in the world.

The lives of those four hundred and ninety-seven soldiers, even if Zhang Tu was cut with a thousand knives, would not be enough to repay! There are also those selfish butchers and devils who help and abet the abuse, sooner or later they will suffer bloody and cruel retribution, and their souls will be torn apart by the souls of the soldiers, and they will fall into the abyss of eternal suffering.

If there really are souls in the world, the military doctor really wants to resurrect all the people who died because of the implication of the first battalion. The murder created by Zhang Tu and those devils is enough to shock the world, and they wiped out one of the country's most elite troops, which is a completely unforgivable crime.

But...... Is there really a soul in the world?

If so, why hasn't it been discovered until now? Thinking of this, the military doctor raised his hand to hide his face, and while chuckling, a choked sobs flowed from his throat.

Nan Zheng felt the sadness of the military doctor, and couldn't help but redden his eyes, in order to alleviate the other party's emotional turmoil, he had to try to change the topic: "If the Northern War clears the butterflies, then ...... I'm afraid that the next Xuan City will be in turmoil again. ”

Hearing Nan Zheng say this, the military doctor paused and chuckled, he slowly calmed down his overly sad emotions, and replied softly after a moment of silence: "The turmoil is only temporary, but the underground palace of the butterfly is not so easy to clear, on the contrary, if the Northern War acts rashly, it will definitely suffer from the crazy revenge of the butterfly." ”

"Crazy revenge...... Nan Zheng curled his fingers slightly, as if he had thought of something.

The military doctor slowly lowered his hand to hide his face, he raised his eyes to look at the fading sunlight outside the window, and asked a very thought-provoking question: "If you are the leader of the butterfly, you have been developing your career in the underground kingdom, but suddenly there is a new official who has taken office, and he has to send troops to clear the underground kingdom you have worked so hard to build, and your partner has also approved the request for liquidation, what will you do?" ”

The 'partner' naturally refers to Zhang Tu.

"What will I do......" Nan Zheng lowered his eyes and stared at the back of his hand that was being injected, and a slightly cool liquid was flowing in the pale cyan veins.

"yes, what are you going to do?" The military doctor raised his hand to cover the wisps of sunlight shining into the room, and observed the scenery outside the window through the fingers between his fingers: "The butterfly's nest contains all your hard work...... Isn't it still the same partner? ”

Speaking of this, the military doctor smiled, then picked up a ballpoint pen and drew messy and tangled lines on the paper: "But then again, who knows that the intention of the Northern War to clear the butterfly was not secretly guided by Zhang Tu?" Man...... It's such a complex creature, true and false, false and real, ......"

The black lines were messily wound around the white paper, and the doctor's hand became more and more pressing, followed by a 'stab' sound, and the whole paper was cut by the tip of the pen with a deep crack.

The medic threw away the ballpoint pen in his hand and snorted lightly.

"Okay, you don't have to think too much, I'm just telling you some superficial things, as for the truth hidden in the depths, it's up to Miss Yun to tell you." He got up from his leather chair and came to the door, smiling at the recruits who were walking into the infirmary.

Nan Zheng looked at the military doctor's instantly changing expression, and pursed his thin lips in silence.

Several recruits in gray-green camouflage uniforms supported the wounded in the middle, and when they looked at the military doctor standing at the door of the infirmary and smiling at them, their eyes suddenly lit up as if they had seen a savior: "Doctor Nan, Doctor Nan, this kid's shoulder bone seems to be misaligned, please straighten his bones, otherwise he will cry wolf all the way." ”

Although the tone of the recruits sounded quite disgusted, their concerned eyes were genuinely expressed. They helped the wounded man in the middle, and after cautiously walking into the infirmary, they were obviously startled when their eyes touched Nan Zheng, who was sitting on the bed with an intravenous infusion.

"Alas, isn't this a battalion's southern crusade? Why did you come to the infirmary for injections and medicines? One of the recruits looked at Nan Zheng in surprise, but he didn't forget to place his wounded teammate on the chair first, and then quickly poured a glass of water for his teammate to moisten his dry throat.

"He's hurt, and he's not badly wounded." The medic replied succinctly, then raised his hand and gently touched the recruit with a misplaced bone, not surprisingly in exchange for a series of ghost crying wolf howls.

"Oh mother, are you howling lightly?" The recruits said with disgust, but they gathered around with worried eyes to check on the injuries of their teammates.

"Good boy, how far have you been thrown off in a wrestling match? It's going to hurt like this. The military doctor removed the gray-green camouflage uniform worn by the wounded man, and saw that the shoulders and shoulder blades on his back were covered with bruises and purple bruises, and dark red blood was faintly oozing.

"God, it's so serious!" Several recruits gathered around the wounded probed their brains and gasped. The wounded recruit had long since lost the strength to cry wolf, and after he raised his head and drank the warm water handed by his comrades, he leaned against the wall with cold sweat on his forehead.

Seeing such a hideous and terrifying bruise, the recruits were inevitably a little flustered, and they looked at the military doctor who was checking the injuries worriedly, and asked in a low voice: "Military doctor, what is the situation, can it be cured?" Before the words fell, they took out a tissue from the paper drawer very intimately and wiped the dense cold sweat on the foreheads of their teammates.

"It's okay, although it looks scary, it's good to rest for a while after the bones." After slowly checking the surrounding injuries, the military doctor stood up and took out gauze, alcohol, cotton balls and other disinfection utensils from the cabinet, and then used a cotton ball soaked in alcohol to gently wipe away the dark red blood stains oozing from the blue and purple bruises.

Nan Zheng glanced at the wound on the recruit's shoulder from a short distance, and saw a large bag swollen under the bruise, and the condition was far more serious than what the military doctor said.

He looked down at the bruised bruises he had hidden under his shirt, which were also swollen, but not oozing dark red blood, and it was obvious that the recruit's bones were out of place, implicating the surrounding soft tissues, and then oozing dark red blood.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" When several recruits heard the military doctor say this, their worries eased a little, but when they thought that their comrades would receive orthopedic treatment next, their hearts that had just been put down were raised high again. The misalignment of the bone is already very painful, and it is not even more painful to fix it back in the right position?

Thinking about this, the faces of the recruits invariably showed a look of horror, as if it was not their comrades who had their bones misplaced, but themselves.

The military doctor looked at these recruits with a smile, although they were all disgraced, but the spiritual character of valuing love and righteousness set off them very brightly: "The bone is very painful, but it doesn't matter, I have anesthetics, can I get an injection?" He took out the potion and the needle, and his gentle smile looked very permeating.

"Uh...... So, come, get a stitch? The wounded recruit couldn't help but shudder when he saw the medic smile like this, and he stumbled as he resisted the chill that suddenly appeared around him.

The military doctor broke the glass seal of the potion, then took out the liquid inside and shook it: "Don't worry, my orthopedic technique is very good, it won't make you feel too painful, and the anesthetic will paralyze your pain nerves, as long as you click, the bone will return to its original position." ”

Before the words fell, the military doctor adjusted the dose of the anesthetic, and after repeatedly confirming that it would not cause any adverse effects on the recruit's nerves and body in the future, he walked over with a smile with a needle.

The wounded recruit gritted his teeth, then sat up straight and lowered his head as if he were dead, and then closed his eyes, and simply came out of sight. After the military doctor injected the anesthetic into it, while waiting for the effect of the drug to take effect, he pulled out the infusion drip that was about to bottom out in the Southern Expedition.

When the bloody needle was withdrawn from the blood vessel, Nan Zheng felt a sense of relief.

However, the displaced ribs in the chest cavity are still painful.