It turns out that Zong Ting really has no purpose.
He was here just to make sure Huan Xian was safe.
The Third Army, which Zong Ting belongs to, is indeed a direct unit of the central military. In fact, it does not pledge allegiance to any individual, but is directly under the military. Even the marshal cannot directly issue orders to them. The Third Army must be approved by the Organization Committee to carry out its mission.
Therefore, the balance and taste of the Third Legion is the most complex legion. From the various forces, there are noble families, new nobles, civilians, and people from all parties combined together.
So who said that? Zhou Yuanjing was incorporated. This is a horizontal line directly under the Ministry. However, Zhongting is not directly connected with it. The military will send other people to negotiate with Zhou Yuanjing.
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At 4:25 in the morning, Zong Ting brought two people—the people she wanted to see.
"Ahui!" The person who came in completely disregarded his usual gentle image and almost started howling like a child.
Both of Jiang Hui's legs were fixed, and a fixator was attached to his chest. He was still immersed in the pain of treatment and unable to move. He was still vaguely worried about Huan Xian's condition next to him. His condition was worse than ever.
Zhou Xiuwen's arrival made her feel a little more energetic. But she seemed a little uncomfortable, probably because she had never been so embarrassed in front of others.
"Ah, he worries too much. You can sit on it then."
Huan Xian can talk, so Zhou Yuanjing asked you to come and listen. I told him about the situation of the seven teams inside, the news from Stark, and the situation of those who were saved by Huan Xian. Lastly, I told him about... Jiang Hui.
Huanxian turned to the wall stiffly. You knew that another friend of yours was lying in the palliative care room on the other side and was receiving treatment.
But the two have been friends for several years, and Huan Xian is very careful, so how could he guess Jiang Hui's situation? Seeing that everyone around him was very secretive about it, he knew that my situation must be bad.
I was about to say something to the person next to me, but suddenly I remembered our respective positions. That's right... Not long after we arrived, our marshal followed the legion and took over the entire defense line including dozens of important outposts in the distance of Atlantis with overwhelming force.
Huan Xian was also weak and took a deep breath, then he turned his eyes to look to the side.
Maybe it's because after going through such a life-threatening situation and suffering such serious injuries, the person's heart has become more normal.
That person was there to handle matters on the front line, or to get in touch with the immediate family and report... What on earth was I trying to do out there
"You know he's very tired and in pain. It's very dangerous now, so he can't cry, scream in pain, or relax. He can't rest, he has to be like this. Be patient... If he does that, you will be sad too."
Zhou Yuanjing hadn't heard about Jiang Hui from Zhou Xiuwen yet. In fact, I went to see Jiang Hui next door before coming to Huanxian. Because he was still undergoing extremely detailed treatment, Zhou Yuanjing was not even allowed to leave. He just listened to the therapist's words for a few paragraphs and knew that his condition was not ideal.
Although the opponent started to look out of control, Zhou Xiuwen was still tactful enough to avoid Jiang Hui's injuries. He rushed to a distance of one meter and stopped, then squatted down beside the rescue platform. The two men's eyes met, and they both saw clearly how the other saw themselves.
Zhou Yuanjing wanted to tell Sheng Jian all that, but he was afraid that his friend would think less about it.
"Don't be like that." Zhou Yuanjing, who had suddenly fallen silent, suddenly said, with a look of sadness in his eyes: "He's always like that... getting hurt in places you can see."
Sheng Jianwei nodded noticeably, his expression finally relaxed a little, drifting away and then settling down.
The room immediately fell into an inexplicable silence. Although Huan Xian was able to speak, the stagnant and stiff atmosphere was immediately apparent.
One of them was speaking seriously, and the other was listening attentively, and they actually achieved a tacit understanding in communicating without any feeling of obstruction.
In theory, that line of defense is now directly under the jurisdiction of the military. The Eighth Corps, where Colonel Zong Ting is located, is a direct line of the military...
Zhou Yuanjing was worried that the other party was still thinking about that matter and couldn't relax his mind, so he changed the subject and said, "You heard that he killed a Class A swamp snapping turtle. This is true. My father said that it was at most the level of a military commission. He was worried that he would not be able to adapt to the real battlefield in the future. You said that what he should be afraid of are these star beasts. He has nothing to be afraid of..."
"… "
Although there were some differences in the relationship between us, and there were also complicated conflicts, but the positions were finally established. Even if there was hostility between us, it was definitely not like the current relationship where we stood side by side in harmony and watched our elders care for each other.
You also know what's wrong with you. It's not that bad, it's the worst outcome you've ever thought of, but at this moment you're greedily hoping it could be worse...
So when the two met, Jiang Hui's condition seemed to be worse than Sheng Jian's. This was because I had been injected with the injection solution. Now that the effect of the drug has worn off, I am again a seriously ill and dying body. To be honest, I am less seriously injured than Sheng Jian. After all, Huan Xian hasn't woken up yet, but I am still unconscious next door.
Huan Xian opened his mouth to say something, but his ribs had been broken a long time ago, the blood had returned, and his organs were not damaged, so he couldn't even breathe and uttered empty syllables.
Seeing that the atmosphere in the room finally returned to normal, the accompanying Fawaiya couldn't help but sweat for his eldest son. Are the older kids nowadays so cruel when they communicate? Suddenly playing a straight ball... Those two were obviously just friends who were wrong to play in the school, but they made me feel a kind of tacit understanding and will that only young comrades fighting side by side could not have.
Huan Xian still maintained this stiff posture, with his head tilted. From Zhou Yuanjing's perspective, he looked like a frozen statue, not moving at all.
It was not a miracle that he could come back alive and meet us. I doubt that he could survive in such a deadly situation. Jiang Hui would definitely try his best to stay in the world that I have no attachment to.
After a long time, the other party turned around, his eyes were slightly red, and there was a trace of moisture on the edge of his temples. But Zhou Yuanjing said in a heavy voice as if he hadn't seen it: "Since I can come to him, I suspect that I will be fine."
Zhou Yuanjing followed my gaze and saw that it was indeed a stool.
Zhou Yuanjing waved his hand: "It's already like that, so he shouldn't say anything more and be a little mean to himself."
"He worked so hard and won the glory. Others feel sorry for his suffering. But why is he always willing to feel sorry for himself?"
But Fawaiya felt that the busybody who always did trivial things would waste his time on useful things.