"Quick!!!"
Several soldiers carrying heavy dical kits scrambled and rushed over.
Zhang Tiezhu did not imdiately step forward, forcefully suppressing the surging emotions and the lump in his throat.
He suddenly turned around, his face covered with blood stains instantly returning to a cold, hard, and steely deanor.
"First Platoon! Second Platoon! Clear the passage at the mouth of the valley imdiately! Ensure the Force Field Barrier exit remains unimpeded!"
"Third Platoon, escort Captain Fang and the others out."
His voice was hoarse yet resolute, carrying an undeniable authority.
"Move quickly! The Ghost Festival isn’t over yet! Who the hell knows if so weird thing will pop up in this damn place!"
"Yes, Captain!"
The soldiers shouted in unison, their suppressed shock instantly transforming into high morale and a sense of urgency.
The dark green figures spread out like worker ants, building a new defensive line on the thick charred earth.
Only then did Zhang Tiezhu stride toward the five figures.
He first walked to Fang Qingyu’s side, watching the dics carefully cleaning the ash from his body, checking his injuries.
Fang Qingyu slightly opened his eyes, his molten-gold eyes dimming considerably.
Yet his gaze remained calm, nodding slightly toward Zhang Tiezhu.
"Captain Fang..." Zhang Tiezhu’s voice was dry, countless words stuck in his throat, ultimately turning into just one sentence, "You’ve worked hard; it’s up to the brothers now!"
Fang Qingyu tugged at the corner of his mouth, which counted as a response.
Zhang Tiezhu then looked at the other four in succession, watching as dics treated the bloodstains at Jiang Wei’s mouth, gave water to Wei Banng, stabilized Chu Kuanglan’s twisted arm, and redressed the wounds on Lu Jiuyuan’s waist and abdon...
He watched in silence until the leader of the dical team raised his head, speaking solemnly to him, "Captain, initial treatnt is complete. Captain Fang and they are critically injured, especially severely exhausted, with internal shocks, and need to be transported for rest imdiately! The conditions here are too poor, and the environnt..."
"Understood!"
Zhang Tiezhu nodded vigorously, without hesitation, taking out the field communicator from his belt, tuning it to the Sharp Blade Class encryption channel.
"Eagle Eye! Eagle Eye! Respond!"
"Eagle Eye responding! Go ahead, Captain!"
The communicator transmitted the calm voice of the Sharp Blade Class leader, codenad "Eagle Eye."
"The people have been brought out! I repeat, Captain Fang and the team of five have been successfully brought outside the Black Pine Ridge Force Field range!" Zhang Tiezhu’s voice was resolute, carrying an undeniable weight, "They are now severely injured! Extrely weak! Lost most of their combat strength! I order!"
He took a deep breath, each word hamred out like onto an anvil: "Sharp Blade Class, imdiately support! At any cost! Escort them safely to the field hospital at the base of the mountain! If any situation arises en route, prioritize their safety above all! If...I an if! If another untenable danger appears in Black Pine Ridge..."
Zhang Tiezhu’s voice paused, his gaze sweeping over the dead ash, the faintly glowing force field barrier at the mouth of the valley, and finally landing on the stretcher with those five pale, exhausted yet still resolute faces.
His voice suddenly heightened, filled with a decisive desperation:
"You are to take Captain Fang and them, evacuate imdiately! Do not look back! Do not worry about us! This is a death order! Do you understand?!"
On the other end of the communicator, there was a mont of silence.
Then, Eagle Eye’s firm voice, filled with steely resolve, ca through clearly:
"Sharp Blade Class received! We’ll complete the task!!!"
Inside the temporarily erected field dical tent at the base of the mountain, the air was filled with disinfectant, the sll of blood, and a faint herbal scent.
Several ergency lamps cast a pale light.
Illuminating the pale faces on several makeshift cots.
Fang Qingyu refused the injection of strong analgesics, accepting only basic debrident and fixing.
He sat leaning on the cot, his bare upper body wrapped in bandages, his bronzed skin covered with crisscrossing new and old scars and burns.
His molten-gold eyes still bore fatigue.
But they were much brighter than when on the summit, staring at a phone with a shattered screen, covered in soot and blood.
On the screen, the WeChat chat interface stayed on the note "Old Man Hong of Chang’an Ancient Street."
Fang Qingyu’s fingers tapped slowly and heavily on the virtual keyboard.
[Old man, encountered a talking Life Ghost at Black Pine Ridge.]
The ssage was successfully sent.
Fang Qingyu closed his eyes, leaning on the cold tal bed fra.
His mind involuntarily replayed the eerie smile of the Vajra Buddha’s enormous head, a mixture of compassion and malevolence, and its bizarre words like sand grinding a Buddhist bell.
"You...are also...in a cage..."
These six words echoed repeatedly in the depths of his consciousness.
He had seen thinking Life Ghosts.
But a Life Ghost capable of clearly expressing such bizarre content...overturned all prior understanding!
The phone screen suddenly lit up, vibrating once.
Fang Qingyu’s eyes snapped open.
Hong Qitian’s reply was surprisingly fast, just a few brief words:
[Buddha-like Life Ghost?]
Fang Qingyu’s pupils contracted slightly.
How did the old man know?
He hadn’t even described the Life Ghost’s appearance!
Fang Qingyu imdiately replied:
[Yes. Its form is a gigantic Buddha statue, with dark red Sanskrit on its body, its joints embedded with human bodies.]
As soon as the ssage was sent, the opposite side imdiately displayed "The other party is typing..."
Soon, a new ssage popped up:
[Oh, don’t worry about it. A bunch of ’If I don’t go to Hell, who will’ Buddhist fools made a ss, and ended up putting themselves in. Their obsession was too deep, their minds are all abnormal, and what they say is all mad talk, just treat it as farting.]
The tone carried a borderline caustic nonchalance.
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