My players are so fierce

Chapter 1033 1031. War in the mud

"Ron. Oh, God, my hand hurts. Please change the medicine."

The weak voice echoed from the heavy rain hitting the stone wall, causing Colonel Ron to curl his lips while he was concentrating on studying the map in his hand.

He put away the map he carried and threw a few pieces of firewood into the bonfire in front of him, then turned around and helped the sallow-faced Fraser up from the marching blanket.

The latter was in terrible shape.

Even just touching the skin with his fingers can make Ron feel Fraser's hot body temperature. Based on his experience in the Maginot Field Hospital, he can judge that Fraser should have suffered a wound infection, or maybe worse.

It was those damn filthy gnolls who polluted their good brothers with the power from the evil god.

But Colonel Ron was unable to relieve Fraser's pain at this time. He could only take out one-third of the wine bottle from his psychic bag, unscrew the cap and give Fraser a sip. This way he maintained his sanity.

This is the method Ron learned from the Transians. Although it may aggravate the injury, when facing the power of chaos to pollute the spirit, the firmness of the mind is obviously more important than the toughness of the body.

"I'm like, you suck now, you know that? Frasier, you smell like jackal shit."

Ron joked while changing the bandage on Fraser's severely injured left arm:

"If the girls in China knew that the man of their dreams had become like this, I'm afraid those beautiful dreams would be shattered."

"Shut up and say less, my head hurts so much. I just saw my grandma waving to me in my coma vision. According to what foreigners say, this is a bad sign. "

Frasier cursed breathlessly and laughed with difficulty.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but whatever he looked at now seemed to be a serious phantom. Even Ron in front of him turned into three, and the bonfire that he couldn't see clearly was the only thing that still had warmth in front of him. thing.

My head hurts a lot, as if my skull and brain are separated. A slight shake will give me a splitting headache.

Nausea and stomach cramps were tormenting him, and to make matters worse, large, weird red spots appeared extending from Fraser's neck to his chest, which were obviously symptoms of the body being tortured by filth.

If there could be a priest here, it didn't matter which god he believed in, even if it was Vaam the Berserker, as long as there was a priest here, it would help Fraser relieve a lot of stress.

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

"Yuck this smell."

Colonel Ron took off the bandage on Fraser's injured left arm, but was almost vomited by the rancid smell. He held his breath and looked at Fraser's left arm. There was already a pattern from the fingers to the elbow. It was a strange purple-black color, and in addition to the festering wounds scratched by sharp blades, there were spreading poisonous sores on it.

But it was clear that this thing hadn't deteriorated to this point yesterday when he helped Frazier treat his wounds, damn it! The foul gnoll's evil magic is taking the life of his good brother.

"No! This must be amputated."

Ron gritted his teeth and said to Fraser:

"Among my mercenaries are veteran medical officers who have interned in field hospitals. They used to work with the Knights of the Blood Alliance, and their skills are not bad. I know this is difficult for you to accept, but I want you to live, Fu Lei Ze, you can’t have this arm anymore.”

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

Frasier would gasp and say weakly:

"If I hadn't met you halfway, my brothers and I would have been killed by the attack of the jackals. Those dogs have more dangerous power. We can't let them run away from these hills, let alone enter the mainland. , otherwise it will cause more terrible chaos."

"I came out specifically to find you. This is not a blessing. Are you brave enough to cut off the queen for a short-term marshal with only a thousand men?"

Ron cursed:

"To use the curse words of those foreigners, you are really used to a good life, do you really think of yourself as the protagonist? What if I hadn't arrived in time?

grass!

I have sent so many brothers’ urns back to China. I don’t want to send your urn to Skanderbeg Manor. I will be strangled to death by your father. "

"I just have to go up, Ron. I'm not as brave as you said. At that time, the storm caused by the fishmen trapped us, and the jackals came to kill us, right in front of my position. If I ran away, then I and the people behind me are dead.”

Fraser sighed and said:

"I don't mean to pretend to be a hero. You believe me. Alas, I may not survive. I"

"Shut up!"

Ron stopped his good brother from saying those depressing words, and called his mercenary medical officer in the rain-sheltered cave. The latter checked Brigadier General Fraser's condition and took a breath of air. The doctor who had interned under the pants-removing demon A Feng pulled Ron aside and said to him:

"Captain, the Brigadier General's injury is not a simple wound infection. I can amputate his limbs, but I can't purify the filth in his body. If that thing doesn't get rid of it, his condition will only continue to worsen, just like the person we killed before. Just like those disgusting gnoll mutants who died.

The current pollution is only the first step. Maybe soon he will grow something that humans should not have. "

"What do you want to say?"

Ron gritted his teeth and asked. The medical officer hesitated and said softly:

"He is already the 'source of infection'. The regiment commander and the similarly injured soldiers are basically in a similar situation. In a few days, they will fall into the filthy darkness. If you really want your A good brother passed away with dignity, why not help him here.

Give him a ride while he's still a human being. "

"I reject!"

Ron immediately objected:

"You amputate Fraser's leg immediately, and we will break out immediately when the rain stops! Don't we still have a few days? We just need to find the priest before Fraser can't stand it anymore. No! Go directly to Mr. Murphy !

I have seen his miraculous purifying power. As long as we find him, Fraser can survive! "

"Captain, you are just...ah, hell! Don't draw your gun, okay? I can't do it! But I'm just reminding you that after Brigadier General Fraser's mind is defeated, he will completely change Become an evil ghost in human skin. At that time, no matter how unwilling you are, you can only

Anyway, just prepare yourself. "

The medical officer pushed away Ron's unholstered pistol, and he immediately called his two apprentices to prepare for the amputation.

As a semi-official mercenary group sponsored by Scarlet Castle, the soldiers under Ron always carry various new gadgets made by foreigners. The medical officer himself has a set of first aid equipment, which is packed in a metal box and opened After that, it was filled with a dazzling array of alchemical gadgets. It was these things that allowed the Black Flame mercenaries to maintain their morale during the war and avoid collapse.

"Iron hand!"

Ron called his most trusted lieutenant, and soon the tall Captain Ironhand came over chewing a piece of dried meat. He only wore a green vest on his muscular body, looking like a muscular weirdo. , and his mechanical arm, which is two circles larger than the other arm and is still spewing steam columns, is also full of monster-like intimidation.

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

"I have to give you a task that may cost you your life."

Ron popped out two cigarettes, gave one to his adjutant, and lit it for him. While puffing away the smoke, he said to Captain Ironhand:

"Take a few capable brothers and take advantage of the heavy rain to pass through the Jackal position outside, find a way to get in touch with the expeditionary force, report our position to Lord Murphy, and explain to him what happened next. Razer's situation.

Transia has a cooperative relationship with the Capet family, and Governor Murphy will not just watch the only heir of the Capet family die here.

This is the guy's only hope for survival. "

"That's fine with me, Colonel, and there's no need to bring anyone else with me. I can go alone."

Captain Ironhand blew out a smoke ring and said:

"But I need your Swift Eagle exoskeleton. The flying ability of that thing can allow me to quickly cross the hills that have turned into mud. Bringing more people will be a burden. But if I want to contact the expeditionary force, I have to If you go a long way, you may not have enough time, so..."

The captain glanced behind him at Brigadier General Fraser, who was preparing for surgery. The rough man whispered:

"You have to prepare for the worst. I think if Brigadier General Fraser is still thinking clearly now, he will not be willing to let himself live in the form of a monster. He is a soldier with dignity."

"You go first! I will find a way."

Ron clenched his fists and said something before throwing the activation key of the exoskeleton to Captain Ironhand, who gave a military salute and strode away.

The leader of the Black Flame Mercenary Group took a deep breath of smoke. He walked to Frazier. The brigadier general, whose body temperature was hot and already unconscious, was fixed on a stone. The medical officer was also ready and Picked up the bone saw.

He said to Ron:

"General anesthesia cannot be used in the Brigadier's situation. It may break his mind and lead to a worse situation, so he can only use local anesthesia. To be honest, this is simply a waste of human life."

"Fuck, what time is it, hurry up!"

Ron cursed, and the medical officer shrugged and tapped a halfling-style anesthesia device on the brigadier's arm a few times, and then gestured for the two apprentices to step forward to help.

A few minutes later, during the ghastly bone-sawing activity, Fraser, who was already unconscious, let out a roar of pain. The veins on his thin neck bulged and he tried to struggle, but Ron held him tightly.

"It'll be over soon, Frasier, hold on! You bastard, can you still hear me?"

The colonel shouted in his ear:

"Do you still remember our original agreement? Dunn's incident hasn't passed yet. You said you would help me catch those damn masterminds! It's just an arm. You can still live and continue without it. Write the things you want to write.

I will prepare the best prosthetic body for you, and make sure there is no difference visible from the outside.

Fraser? !

Wake up the fuck! "

When he sensed that the Brigadier's breathing began to weaken, Ron panicked. The medical officer apprentice next to him handed him a syringe and said:

"Inject the alchemical substance into the brigadier general, aim for the heart and stab it, quickly!"

"What is this stuff?"

"I don't understand the principle, but the magician who took off his pants said that in this case, he should be injected with this. This is the treatment method of foreign people. They call this thing 'super power'. Hurry! His heart is about to stop."

"Ouch."

Ron shook his hands and inserted the syringe into Fraser's heart, injecting the alchemical liquid into it.

This thing took effect quickly, allowing the dying Fraser's breathing and heartbeat to resume and beat more vigorously. The amputation had been completed, and the medical officer was stopping the bleeding and treating the wound, but Ron could see it with just a glance. Fraser's blood had turned an eerie dark red.

"Never have I wished I was a vampire more than I do now!"

He cursed.

As a result, the medical officer retorted:

"It doesn't matter that you are a vampire. Captain, I have already said that this is not a simple infection. The vampire's midnight blessing may not be able to withstand this filthy toxin from subspace. Please talk to the Brigadier more. If his illness continues If it gets worse, you see, no matter how skilled I am, I can't amputate his limbs below the eyebrows, do you understand?"

"Shut up, can't you say something nice?"

Ron scolded the medical officer.

But the latter didn't care at all. During his internship in the field hospital, every patient whose limbs he had amputated would scold him, but so what?

They survived and that's all that matters.

Half an hour later, Fraser woke up. His condition seemed better than before. Although his body temperature was still hot, he was at least mentally awake.

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

Fraser said hoarsely:

"Take out what's inside."

"Wait."

Ron brought a bowl of soup with alchemical medicine over to Fraser and fed him a few mouthfuls. Then he reached into his chest pocket and pulled out a letter that had been soaked in the heavy rain and mud.

"If I die, take it to the Scarlet Keep for me. You know who to give it to."

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

"But you can only send me there after you confirm that I'm dead, you know? I don't want my schoolmates to see me in this miserable and desolate state."

"How long has it been and you are still thinking about this?"

Ron folded the letter helplessly and put it in his pocket. While feeding Fraser the broth, he sighed and said:

"You are really an infatuated person. I just don't understand. Why are you so persistent with Miriam? You know, even if you survive, your restricted life will not allow you to get together.

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

That's not even something she can decide on her own. She has become a symbol of Transia, and you are a noble from an enemy country. I think it's better for you to give up as soon as possible. "

"I'm almost dead, can't you allow me to keep my thoughts in mind?"

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

"You don't need to send my body back home. Someone will help me collect it. It's just a pity that my four guards and my soldiers protected me when they died. I owe them a lot.

Alas, I found that I was too stupid before. I thought I was a sane person but could not understand where the hidden threats came from. It was only now that I truly experienced the pollution of chaos that I realized that those things we were obsessed with before There is really no point in fighting among nations.

In the shadows of this world there are many peeping malicious eyes.

The filth in the subspace is our ultimate enemy. In this contradictory relationship, the reforms and conquests of King Louis, whom I once regarded as a model, seem so insignificant. After all, no matter how great a king is, he cannot rule over a ruin. "

"Governor Murphy has been fighting those things."

Ron drank the broth from the bowl in one gulp.

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

He blew out smoke rings and whispered:

"I often heard those foreigners analyze the 'plot' in the tavern in Port Chardeau. You know, those blabbering guys always regard everything that happens in our world as a game. They analyzed that this The plot hidden under the main line of the world is the binary opposition between the order camp and the chaos camp.

Up to the gods, down to us.

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

Ironhand and I are rough people, we don't understand this, but I have to admit that those guys have done a good job in analysis. For example, if you look closely at Dunn's tragedy, you can find that it's all his mother's dusk who is behind it. Now these filthy jackals are also doing it. It must be something they made.

You must be doing the right thing with those assholes.

Um?

Fraser! Don't fucking scare me!

Say something!

Don't sleep! "

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

Oh, this is my last battle. "