Tomorrow's Ark, Second International

Compared with the Custer man who was in a relatively good mental state, the one lying on the ground was obviously in a dying state.

This is an infected person, judging from the calluses on his palm, he should be a manual laborer. He is now lying on the ground without any bedding, his face is pale and he mutters to himself from time to time.

Not only was the ore disease deeply infected, but the rest of the place was also covered with wounds, especially the left thigh.

Separated from the knee, the lower part is empty, and there is nothing left in the place that originally belonged to the calf, and the wound is uneven, and it looks like it was cut with a sharp tool such as a knife.

Fortunately, the bleeding has stopped, but there is no way to deal with the infection.

The wound was bound with a rag, and it was a life-gamble to bind the wound with this kind of thing, but this person's luck was obviously not very good.

See the maggots crawling on it, that's evidence of corruption.

"Morrison."

"I'm here."

Hearing the captain call his name, he quickly replied, but he was still a little out of shape and didn't know what he should do.

"Do you know basic first aid knowledge?"

"A little bit."

It's not that he's modest, he really just understands it a little bit. This is a requirement made by the school when he was in school, but thinking about how long he has been away from school, he has almost forgotten it.

"Then you stay here, the following route is very dangerous and not suitable for you to move on."

Without further ado, the captain gave Morrison the first-aid kit of the health worker in the team.

"Find a way to keep him alive, and we will contact follow-up personnel to find you."

"What about you?"

At this stage of the development of the matter, Morrison was still a little inexplicable, as if a marionette was played by the captain at will.

"Of course we will continue to look for other survivors, well, don't be a mother-in-law, be a man."

"Yes!"

This is Morrison's answer imitating other fighters. Although his temperament is wrong, it is still decent.

Chapter 677 The Meat Eater

Morrison and this overseer, whom he was somewhat familiar with but whose name he couldn't name, had the opportunity to be alone in a room. Although it could be regarded as acquaintance barely, he didn't feel any relaxation at all.

Even compared with the international team leader who had been reprimanding him, for some reason he actually felt a little afraid of the survivor who was supposedly trapped for fourteen days.

It is impossible not to complain in my heart, and the object of complaint is naturally the squad leader, why let him stay here...

In order to dispel this unreasonable feeling, Morrison can only let himself get into work quickly, and use his dedicated work to drive away some uncomfortable distracting thoughts.

"Can you go out by yourself now?"

Intuitively telling Morrison not to be alone with this person, he tried to get the person to leave.

"I want to leave with my brother. If it wasn't for him, I might have died here. He saved me."

This sentence is sincere, and of course Morrison can hear it. If it is really such a person who values ​​love and righteousness, maybe he can relax.

He told himself in his heart to calm himself down quickly, and turned his attention to the injured person.

As observed at first glance, this person's condition is extremely optimistic, even if he will die suddenly in the next second, it is quite normal.

"How he got such a serious injury, it seems too serious."

To be honest, Morrison felt like he didn't know where to start. The wounds all over his body made it impossible for his three-legged cat's medical skills to judge where the wounds were the most serious. He could only use the most stupid method, that is, Handle them one by one from head to toe.

"It was all to save me. He was hit by rocks from landslides, and his lower leg was crushed by a big rock. I had to chop off his leg as a last resort."

Hearing his mention, Morrison also subconsciously looked at the wounded man's empty leg, which was full of traces of sharp weapons, but the strange thing was that these traces seemed to be cut out with a knife.

Seemingly realizing Morrison's doubts, the man directly took out a knife.

"That's what I use, because I can't find any other weapons. I only have one knife, one knife, one knife to cut..."

The man's tone became inexplicably excited, and Morrison also felt that he was getting closer and closer to him. After raising his head, he realized that the man was actually right in front of his eyes.

At this time, his eyes were already bloodshot, and they looked like bright red in this dim environment.

When Morrison looked down, he saw this man licking his chapped lips with his tongue. This behavior made him feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart.

"One knife, one knife..."

Not only was he muttering to himself, but his hands also began to move in response to the words, and he didn't know what he was cutting in the air.

"Why is it so fragrant? Isn't that smell tempting me? Say yes, your body smells good too."

Morrison never expected to see such a look on a Catus. He thought it could only be seen on an Ursus. It was an aggressive look.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

This scolding brought the survivor back to his senses for a short time, and the light of wisdom flickered away, but Morrison still made a more serious mistake.

The enemy in hysteria may be terrible, but he is more decisive when he is awake.

The bloody dagger stabbed at Morrison, easily cut the skin and cut the muscles, and the smell of blood spread in the air.

An intoxicated expression appeared on the survivor's face, as if the smell of blood was a rare delicacy.

"You all know it!"

"what do you know?"

Morrison felt that the international team leader should know something, but he was really at a loss, even if he was stabbed, he wanted to escape but was blocked in a corner.

The brain that doesn't want to die starts to speed up, no matter what you say, you have to stabilize this lunatic first.

"You must know that the person must be saying in his heart, 'I know what you did, you did such a terrible thing, you don't want to get out alive'."

"I really don't know anything!"

Pressing against the wall, Morrison didn't think about fighting back at all. He didn't have anything with the enemy holding a sharp weapon, so he could only beg for mercy?

However, another knife cut his arm, and the survivor obviously didn't believe everything he said.

"I'm not with them!"

"It's not a group, that's fine."

Suddenly, Fu Zhixin's words made the survivor stop, but before Morrison was happy, the man's words made his heart fall to the bottom again.

"It doesn't matter if you kill you like this. No one will avenge you. Afterwards, I will find a way to kill those people, so that I can get out alive again."

Survival split his lips, exposing four sharp teeth, which belonged to meat eaters. At this time, he still has a trace of the appearance of a Skaters.

"Although it makes me regret to say goodbye to those delicacies, it is more important to get out alive. Anyone who knows my secret will die!"

Seeing that the original survivor turned into a beast that could devour him at any time, Morrison closed his eyes and prepared to accept it all, he was powerless.

But when the knife was inserted into his body, he suddenly trembled and exploded.

"QNMD!"

He roared, he didn't care about the sharp blade that pierced his body, and just started fighting with that guy. The feeling of blood flowing from his body was so real, but he couldn't control it that much anymore.

It's not because he doesn't want this kind of person to live, nor because he wants to protect that team of international fighters, he's just pure and doesn't want to die.

The person who was trapped in the mine for 14 days was very weak, but Morrison, who had just undergone surgery and had not had time to recover, was not much different.

If there were really only the two of them here, there was a high probability that Morrison would die from bleeding, and the survivor would definitely die suddenly due to weakness.

The end of total annihilation was in sight, until a sudden crossbow bolt pierced the survivor's neck, feeling the blood spattering on his face, and Morrison threw up.

Even though there was nothing in his stomach, he still vomited, not only because of physical nausea, but more psychologically.

Chapter 678 Wordless Rage

The last expression of the dead overseer was deeply imprinted in Morrison's eyes, maybe he will never forget it in this life, as his first enemy who really wanted to take his life.

Even after he was safe, he still sat slumped on the ground, as if the battle just now had consumed all his strength, his chest heaved violently and he kept panting heavily.

Until the captain of the rescue team went to help him, he slapped the captain's outstretched hand away, stood up tremblingly, stretched out his fist and swung his fist vigorously.

However, how can this soft fist hit the middleman? The captain will not wake up Morrison by punching himself like in the novel, so he easily catches the fist and says something lightly.

"You will really die if you don't treat it, it's better not to move around."

"Why, why did you let me stay alone to face this guy, you already saw that something was wrong with him, didn't you?"

Perhaps Morrison himself didn't realize it. After the fight just now, his tone has become a lot harder. If he dared to confront the captain before, it would be growth if he said that standing up and talking does not hurt his back.

"I see it, but do you see it?"

"I do not have."

He was at a loss for words for a while, but he would not deny this kind of thing.

"Then what would you do if I killed him in front of you?"

Stop, or be indifferent?

Morrison doesn't know what he will do, but one thing is certain, that is, some negative seeds will be planted in his heart.

"Okay, what you said makes sense..."

This is considered a bit of cheating, but since the captain has already admitted defeat, he doesn't have to say anything, he just goes into battle and helps him do some basic bandaging.

It's just the process. The captain is a rough man, and the bandaging methods of a rough man are naturally a bit rough. Anyway, Morrison felt that his wound hurt even more after being bandaged.

However, he couldn't comment on this. The only health worker in the rescue team is now by the side of the infected person. The problem of that person is much more serious. Morrison can't say how to deal with himself first.

But in fact, even the health worker of the team has no good way, he is just a soldier who has received medical training, the kind that even a doctor dare not call himself, let him deal with ordinary trauma, he thinks Not that capable.

The so-called treatment is nothing more than feeding the wounded with anti-inflammatory drugs, roughly disinfecting the wound, removing the dirty cloth strips and replacing them with clean ones.

Subsequent treatment can only be done in Azazel. Whether he can survive in the end depends on the person's desire to survive.

But who sent him out?

"Oh, do you need help?"

The red-haired Luper who appeared suddenly solved everyone's urgent needs. At least the entrance of the mine can support the entry and exit of stretchers, and some supports are also supported near the entrance.

The high efficiency is also due to the excellent physical fitness of the Terra people, who can use manpower to move logs. This strength can be said to be the talent that every construction team dreams of.