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From the hour onwards, the sound of heavy bombardment did not stop.

At this time, the survivors of the Ghost Hand Formation hiding in the underground caves of the western hills were sighing.

This was already the fifth day that they had entered the Four Winds Tomb battle.

In five days, the Ghost Hand formation suffered heavy losses.

It was so tragic that no one could say how many siblings died.

They first held off wave after wave of insect attacks, but when the large army of insect swarms arrived, their reinforcements were slow to arrive.

This is a battle that must be lost.

The heart of every Ghost Hand soldier was filled with pain and despair.

The death of their comrades-in-arms made them demoralized.

They are hiding in this underground cavern, not knowing if anyone will come to save them.

Just now, when the bombardment had just begun, they all raised their spirits and listened carefully.

When they realized that they were only bombarding the eastern hills opposite their position, each of them had a wry smile on their faces.

"TM, it's better to die in battle."

"Hehe, yes, I really envy my brothers. Ten brothers, nine died heroically, but I, a waste with a broken leg, survived. ”

"Me too."

Another ghost hand soldier with a severed arm smiled bitterly: "I really don't know, what are wastes like us still alive for, wasting other people's food." ”

"If only someone knew that we were here, even if it was just a few shots here, we could rush out of the cave under the cover of artillery fire, kill a few more bugs and die!"

"It's a pity that the artillery is shelling the northern hills, and no one knows about our presence."

The surviving soldiers fell into a desperate silence again.

This kind of aimless torment is undoubtedly the most painful thing for them.

"Lieutenant, another medical oxygen concentrator has been scrapped."

A bloodied ghost hand soldier walked up to a female physician in a white lab coat and reported worriedly.

This medical lieutenant is none other than Li Muchen.

Li Muchen took the initiative to ask to follow the Ghost Hand Formation to come to support, on the one hand, to ensure the survival rate of the soldiers of the Ghost Hand Formation, and on the other hand, to strive to improve his ability.

Her thoughts about Chen Xing have never stopped.

She knew that with her own ability, she could not match Chen Xing's strength.

Only by trying to improve yourself by all means can you have the opportunity to follow in the footsteps of Chen Xing.

So, with two nurses and some medical equipment, she fought on the front line with the Ghost Hand soldiers.

I have to say that because of her presence, the casualty rate of the entire Ghost Hand formation has indeed been greatly reduced.

The Ghost Hand Formation was not completely wiped out, and at least half of the credit for this belonged to Li Muchen.

It's just that this battle is an unwinnable battle in the first place.

Heavy casualties are inevitable.

By no means with the power of her as a medical doctor, she can turn the tide.

In this battle, Li Muchen himself was wounded.

A plasma pulse cannonball from the fart worm smashed a few hundred meters away from her.

The huge shock wave shattered her spine, and she relied on the temporary containment needle to force the command to retreat, and has held on until now.

She knew that her own injury was nothing compared to those bloody ghost hand soldiers.

If you can go back, just find a genetic diagnosis and treatment cabin and get some sleep.

But it's a pity that the genetic diagnosis and treatment cabin she brought has been completely blown up in that explosion.

Now she can only rely on constant occlusive injections to numb the pain in her spine.

At the same time, she didn't want the other soldiers to know about her injuries.

The soldiers had already taken special care of her, and if they knew that she was injured, they would have to rush to give up their medical resources to Li Muchen.

In the absence of the formation leader Tan Zhong, Li Muchen is now the highest-ranking person in this group of wounded soldiers.

She must take on the responsibility of a qualified leader.

She didn't know how long or how long she would have to take on this responsibility.

But as long as she has a breath left, she must not fall!

Because, she is also a soldier!

Li Muchen sorted out his thoughts for a while, and said softly to the soldier with a bloody face: "It's okay, don't we still have an oxygen concentrator?" Turn on that oxygen concentrator and don't let the oxygen levels in the cave drop dangerously. ”

The soldier with a bloodstained face said in embarrassment: "However, a medical oxygen concentrator is originally designed to supply one person to breathe, even if it is turned on at maximum power, it may not be able to bear the minimum oxygen content of so many wounded!" The subordinates are worried that in a few hours, the last oxygen concentrator will also burn out! ”

Li Muchen's heart was in a mess.

To be honest, she really didn't know what it took to be a good leader.

And the more she got to this time, the more she missed Chen Xing.

On the night of the retreat into the cave, she had a brief dream against the wet wall.

She dreamed that Chen Xing suddenly appeared in front of her, but she was dirty, ugly, and had no face to face Chen Xing.

The dream woke her up.

Since then, she has never fallen asleep again with pain in her spine.

Until this moment now.

She faced a lot of problems.

The problem of the oxygen concentrator burning out and the oxygen content reaching a critical point is just one of many troubles.

What made her most uncomfortable was that she saw many soldiers injured, but they could not be treated because of the lack of medical supplies in their hands.

I could only watch them moan in pain.

This is a thousand, ten thousand times more painful than her own spinal injury!

Sure enough, I am still not qualified to be a leader.

Li Muchen sighed slightly, and whispered to the soldier with a bloodstained face: "It's okay, if you can last a few hours, let's hold on for a few hours first." There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and I think that by that time, we will always have a way. ”

The bloodied soldier looked at Li Muchen with suspicion.

Perhaps, the soldier also knew that Li Muchen had no other way at all, but the soldier couldn't bear to continue asking questions.

He saluted and hurried away.

As a military medical officer, Li Muchen knows better than anyone else.

The last oxygen concentrator can only last three hours.

After three hours, the oxygen level in the sealed cavern will drop to the danger zone.

At that point, they will all stay in the cave and suffocate to death.

Either rush out and die with the insects outside the cave.

These two results, no matter which one they are, Li Muchen doesn't want to accept them.

Captain Tan Zhong entrusted these remaining ghost hand soldiers to her, not for her to take them to death.

She had to find a way to keep them alive.

Even if only one person survives, the number of the ghost hand formation will not be erased!

Chen Xing, where are you?

Teach me, what should I do? (To be continued.) )