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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.
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.
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.
"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."
But Fawaiya felt that the busybody who always did trivial things would waste his time on useful things.
So when the two met, Jiang Hui's condition seemed to be worse than Huanxian'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 Huanxian. After all, Huanxian hasn't woken up yet, but I am still unconscious next door.
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.
"You know he's very tired and in pain. It's dangerous for me now, so he can't relax even if he cries and yells in pain. He can't rest, it has to be like that. Be patient... You will be sad if he does that."
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.
Zhou Yuanjing followed my gaze and saw that it was indeed a stool.
"… "
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.
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...
Cheng Danfu waved her hand: "It's already like that, so he shouldn't say anything more and be a little mean to himself."
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.
It was not a miracle that he could come back alive and meet us. Since he could survive such a death situation, Cheng Dan would definitely try his best to stay in the world where I had no attachment.
Although there was a little bit of a simple relationship between us, and we were also so opposed to each other, but our positions were finally established. Even if we were hostile to each other, we were definitely not like now, standing side by side in harmony and watching 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...
Cheng Danfu wanted to tell Huan Xian all that, but I was afraid that my friend would think less about it.
The room immediately fell into an inexplicable silence. Although Huan Xian was able to speak, the stagnant and stiff atmosphere was immediately apparent.
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..."
"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?"
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.
Huan Xian nodded slightly, his expression finally relaxed a little, and he was no longer drifting.
Although the opponent started to look out of control, Zhou Xiuwen still tactlessly avoided Huan Xian's injuries. He rushed to a distance of one meter and stopped, then squatted down next to the rescue platform. The two men's eyes met, and they both saw clearly how the other saw themselves.
Perhaps it is because after experiencing such a life-threatening situation and suffering such serious injuries, people's hearts have become stronger.
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."
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.
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.
Seeing that the atmosphere in the room had 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, they played straight balls... Those two were obviously just friends who were friends in school, but they made me feel a kind of tacit understanding and will that only young comrades fighting side by side could not have.
"Ah, he worries too much. You can sit on it then."
Huan Xian was also weak and took a deep breath, then he turned his eyes to look to the side.
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