"Ron. Oh my God, my hands hurt so much help me change my medication. ”

The faint sound echoed from the rainstorm crashing against the stone wall, causing Colonel Ron, who was intently studying the map in his hand, to pout.

He put away the map he was carrying, threw a few pieces of firewood into the campfire in front of him, and then turned to pick a sallow-faced Fraser up from his marching blanket.

The latter is in a terrible state.

Even just touching his fingers to skin could make Ron feel Fraser's hot body temperature, and based on his experience at Maginot Field Hospital, it could be concluded that Fraser must have suffered a wound infection, perhaps worse,

It's those damned, filthy gnolls who pollute their good brothers with those powers from the evil gods.

But Colonel Ron couldn't alleviate Fraser's pain at all, so he could only take out a third of the bottle from his psionic bag, twist the lid and give Fraser a sip to keep him sane.

"I'm fine, Colonel, and I don't have to take anyone else with me, I'll just go alone."

That's not even something she can decide, she's become a symbol of Transancia, and you're a nobleman in an enemy country, so I think it's better for you to give up sooner. ”

Ron scolded the medical officer.

The thing took effect quickly, allowing the dying Fraser's breathing and heartbeat to regain and beat more powerfully, the amputation had been completed, and the medical officer was stopping the bleeding and treating the wound, but Ron could see at a glance that Fraser's blood had turned a strange dark red.

"You go first! I'll figure it out. ”

Ron called out to his most trusted lieutenant, and soon the tall Iron Captain came over munching on a piece of jerky, his muscular body wearing only a green vest that looked like a muscular monster, and his mechanical arm, which was two circles larger than the other arm and was still spewing a column of steam, was full of monstrous intimidation.

Fraser said hoarsely:

"Take the contents out."

But when he helped Frazier treat his wound yesterday, it hadn't gotten worse to this point, damn it! The evil art of the filthy gnolls is taking the lives of their good brothers.

"Damn, when is it, hurry up!"

Ron cursed, and the medic shrugged his shoulders and tapped a halfling anesthetic device on the brigadier's arm, then gestured for the two apprentices to come forward to help.

Ron gritted his teeth and said to Fraser:

I'll give you the best prosthetic body and make sure you don't see any difference from the outside.

"Do you remember our agreement? Dunn's affair hasn't been over yet, and you said you'd help me catch those damn masterminds! It's just an arm, and you can live without it, and you can continue to write what you want to write.

The captain glanced at Brigadier General Fraser, who was preparing to undergo surgery behind him, and the rough man whispered:

"I just have to go up, Ron, I'm not as brave as you say, when the storm of the fish-men trapped us, and the gnolls came over, right in front of my position, and if I ran away, then I and the people behind me would be dead."

A few minutes later, during the eerie bonesaw activity, the already unconscious Fraser let out a roar of pain, and the bruises on his emaciated neck erupted to struggle, but Ron held him down.

"In my pocket, Ron, in my left pocket."

"Wait."

"I refuse!"

The colonel shouted in his ear:

"No! This would have to be amputated. ”

Wake up the! ”

But unfortunately, since the collapse of the old religion, the spiritual realm of the Plantagenet people has been barren for too long.

As a result, the medical officer retorted:

Ron stopped his brother from saying those frustrating words, and called his mercenary medical officer from the rain cave, who checked on Brigadier Frazier's condition and gasped, and the doctor, who had interned under the pantsless demon Ah Feng, pulled Ron aside and said to him:

"Commander, Your Excellency's wound is not a simple wound infection, I can amputate him but I can't purify the filth from his body, and the situation will only continue to worsen if we don't get rid of him, just like those disgusting gnolls mutants we killed earlier.

Half an hour later, Fraser woke up, and he looked better than before, still hot but at least a little more conscious.

Up to the gods, down to us.

"Lao Tzu came out to find you, isn't this lucky, you are also brave enough to dare to break the queen for the short marshal with only a thousand people?"

In the shadows of this world are the malice of those who peep.

"Whatever, I don't feel it anymore anyway."

"What is this?"

"When is it, are you still thinking about this?"

Fraser gasped and said weakly:

"If I hadn't met you halfway, my brothers and I would have died at the hands of the gnolls, and those dogs had even more dangerous powers. They must not be allowed to run out of this hill, let alone enter the mainland, otherwise it will cause even more terrible chaos. ”

Fraser sighed and said:

Fraser, who already had some weird spots on his face, complained weakly:

Ron drank the broth from the bowl.

"I don't need you to send my body home, someone will help me collect it, but it's a pity that my four guards and my warriors are protecting me when they are dying, and I owe them a lot.

Archon Miriam will definitely be transformed into a vampire in the future.

He wiped his mouth, took the last two cigarettes from his crumpled cigarette case, lit one himself, and shoved the other into Fraser's mouth to help him light it.

That's the guy's only hope of survival. ”

Ron popped out two cigarettes, divided one for his lieutenant and lit it for him, and in the midst of the mist, he said to the Iron Captain:

"Take a few of your able-bodied brothers, take advantage of the rainstorm to make your way through the gnolls' positions outside, find a way to get in touch with the expeditionary force, report our location to Master Murphy, and explain to him what is going on with Fraser.

"What do you want to say?"

"Vomit the smell."

"It's useless that you're a vampire, Captain, it's said that this is not a simple infection, the vampire's midnight blessing may not be able to withstand this filthy toxin from subspace, talk to the brigadier general, if his condition continues to deteriorate further, then you see, no matter how skilled I am, I can't amputate him below the eyebrows, you know?"

"Inject the brigadier general with alchemy, aim for the heart and pierce it, quick!"

Fraser?!

He tried to open his eyes, but no matter what he looked at, he seemed to have a serious phantasmagion, and even Ron in front of him became three, and the unseeable campfire was the only thing in front of him that still had a temperature.

The medic pushed away Ron's holstered pistol, and he immediately summoned his two apprentices to prepare for the amputation.

Nausea and stomach cramps were tormenting him, and to make matters worse, large eerie red spots stretched from Fraser's neck to his chest, which were clearly symptoms of the filth of his body.

"I'm dying, can't you allow me to keep some thoughts?"

Relying on this iron fist, the Iron Hand Captain has a high reputation among the entire Black Flame mercenaries.

Ron brought over a bowl of soup with alchemical medicine and fed Fraser a few bites before reaching out and pulling out a letter from his chest pocket that had been soaked in the rain and mud.

"Right now, Frazier, hold on! You bastard, can you still hear what I'm saying? ”

Ron immediately vetoed:

"You amputate Fraser's limb immediately, and when this rain stops, we will immediately break out! Isn't there still a few days left? Just find the priest before Fraser can't stand it. No! Go straight to Lord Murphy!

I've seen his godlike purifying powers, and if you find him, Frazier will survive! ”

"I mean, you're terrible now, you know? Frazier, you smell like a lump of gnoll dung. ”

Ron clenched his fists and tossed the exoskeleton's activation key to Captain Iron Hand, who gave a military salute and strode away.

"Huh."

The leader of the Black Flame Mercenary Group took a hard breath of smoke, and he walked over to Fraser, the Brigadier General, who was already unconscious, was fixed to a stone, and the Medic was ready and picked up the bone saw.

This was the same method that Ron had learned from the Translancians, and while it was possible to worsen his injuries, it was clear that mental firmness was more important than physical strength when confronting the forces of chaos that had polluted his mind.

When he sensed that the brigadier's breathing was beginning to weaken, Ron panicked at once, and the medical officer apprentice next to him handed him a syringe and said:

There's definitely nothing wrong with fucking those jerks.

"You have to prepare for the worst, I don't think Brigadier Frazier would be willing to let himself live as a monster if he had a clear mind, he is a dignified soldier."

Give him a ride when he was still a man. ”

Transencia has a partnership with the Capetian family, and Governor Murphy will not watch the sole heir of the Capetian family die here.

As a semi-official mercenary group sponsored by the Crimson Keep, Ron's soldiers always carry all kinds of new gadgets made by foreigners, and the medical officer has his own set of first-aid equipment, which is packed in a metal box and filled with a dazzling array of alchemical gadgets when opened, and it is these things that can keep the Black Flame mercenaries from breaking down in the war.

"Shut up, can't you just say a few good words?"

All individuals are trapped in this system of opposition, and all the problems we encounter now can be explained by this, and the struggle with subspace is the main contradiction hidden under the 'plot'.

"I didn't mean to be a hero, you believe me, alas, I may not survive, I"

"You're such an infatuated seed, I can't figure it out, why are you so attached to Miriam? You know that even if you survive, your bound life will not allow you to come together.

While changing the bandage on Frazier's badly injured left arm, Ron joked:

"If the girls in China know that their dream lover has become like this, I'm afraid those beautiful spring dreams will be shattered."

Alas, I found myself so stupid, that I thought I was a sane person who had no idea where the hidden threat came from, and that it was only now that I realized that the strife among the nations that we had been obsessed with was really meaningless.

The filth of subspace is our ultimate enemy, and in this paradoxical relationship, the reforms and conquests of King Louis, whom I once held to be the norm, seem so insignificant, after all, no great king can rule over a ruin. ”

"Shut up!"

But the latter didn't care at all, during the internship in the field hospital, every patient who had his amputation scolded him, but so what?

They survived, and that's all that matters.

"Iron Hands!"

Ron gritted his teeth and asked, but the medical officer hesitated for a moment, and said in a quieter voice:

"He's already the 'source of infection', the regimental commander, and the soldiers who are also injured are basically in a similar situation, and in a few days they will fall into the darkness of filth, if you really want your good brother to die with dignity, you might as well help him here.

Colonel Ron unbandaged Frazier's injured left arm, and was almost vomited by the rancid smell, he held his breath and looked at Frazier's left arm, which had taken on a strange purple-black color from his fingers to his elbow, and there were spreading sores on it in addition to the festering wounds from the sharp blade.

Captain Iron Spat on a smoke ring and said:

"But I need your Swift Eagle exoskeleton, which has the ability to fly quickly through the muddy hills, and it would be a burden to carry more people. But if I want to contact the expeditionary force, I have to go a long way, and I may not have time to do it, so."

Fraser, who was leaning against the stone, glanced at his amputated arm, shook his head, and said:

"But you can't send it there until you're sure I'm dead, you know? I don't want my schoolgirl to see how miserable and depressed I am now. ”

The head hurts, as if the braincase and brain are separated, and the slightest shaking makes the headache split.

"Among my mercenaries are medical veterans who have interned in field hospitals, and they used to mix with the Blood Alliance Knights, and their skills are not bad. I know it's hard for you to accept, but I want you to live, Frazier, you can't take this arm. ”

"If I die, send it to the Crimson Keep for me, and you know who to give it to."

Say hello!

"I've often listened to the Gentiles in the taverns of the Port of Chardo analyze the 'plot', and you know, the god-like chattering guys always see everything that happens in our world as a game, and they analyze that the plot hidden under the main story of this world is the binary opposition between the camp of order and the camp of chaos.

"I don't understand the principle, but the trouser magister said that this is the case to inject this, this is the treatment of the Gentians, they call this thing 'super power', you hurry! His heart was stopping. ”

He said to Ron:

"The brigadier can't use general anesthesia drugs in this situation, which may break his mind and lead to a worse situation, so he can only be anesthetized locally, to be honest, this is simply a sloppy life"

He spat out the smoke ring and whispered:

"I've got to give you a mission that could cost you your life."

Don't sleep! ”

Well?

Fraser! Don't scare me!

"Shut up and say a few words, my head hurts to death. I had just seen in my comatose hallucinations that my grandmother had beckoned to me, which was a bad omen, according to the chatter of the Gentiles. ”

"I've never wished I was a vampire!"

Ron reluctantly folded the letter and put it in his own pocket, and while feeding Fraser broth, he sighed and said:

Ron scolded:

Fraser let out a breathless curse and let out another hard laugh.

If there was a priest here, it didn't matter what god he worshipped, even if it was Vam the Berserker, just having a priest there would help Fraser relieve a lot of stress.

"Captain, you're just in. Ah, hell! Don't pull out your gun, okay? I can't do it! But I'm just reminding you that when Brigadier Frazier's mind is crushed, he will be completely transformed into a demon in human skin, and at that point, you will have no choice but to do so

Anyway, you just have to prepare yourself. ”

He cursed.

Ron thrummed his hand into Fraser's heart, injecting the alchemical liquid into it.

"To borrow the words of those foreigners, you are really used to living a good life, and you really regard yourself as the protagonist? If I hadn't come in time

!

I've sent so many brothers' urns back to China, and I don't want to send your urns to Skanderbeg Manor, I'll be strangled to death by your father. ”

Iron Hand and I are rough people, we don't know any of that, but I have to admit that those guys are good at it, like Dunn's tragedy, and if you look closely into Dunn's tragedy, you can see that it was all fucking twilight that was doing it, and now these filthy gnolls must have been their stuff.

Pollution is only the first step now, and maybe soon he will grow something that humans shouldn't have. ”

"Governor Murphy has been fighting those things."

"Blanch, I'm not dead yet, let me squint for a while. I'm not dead yet, Ron, don't be afraid! I'm not going to die in this, at least not now. My battle was not yet over, and Marshal Loren promised me to retire after this battle.

Heh, this is my last battle. ”

(End of chapter)