Five days later, in the coastal city of Huaxia Country, a naval port.
It was a beautiful morning, with warm sunshine and a gentle breeze. The sky was azure, and a few seagulls flew freely, occasionally skimming over the undulating sea surface, screeching before flying off to more distant places. The naval port was lined with warships, gently rocking with the sea waves, and the prominent Bayi markings on their white hulls were noticeably striking. The military flags flapped vigorously in the wind.
On the coast, so patrols with military dogs were on high alert, occasionally casting curious glances at the convoy parked by the shore. Dozens of vehicles, most of them ambulances, suggested ergency rescue. Seeing so many wounded soldiers disembark from the vehicles aroused curiosity about which unit they belonged to, but the strict orders from above quickly dispelled any thought of probing further as they continued to maintain periter security.
Soon, the calm sea surface slowly revealed a nuclear submarine with a black-brown exterior, streamlined lines, and a blend of strength and elegance that filled spectators with excitent. The nuclear submarine slowly approached the shore, dropped anchor, and pulled the mooring rope. Before it even stabilized, the submarine's sealed door was opened from the inside, and several camouflaged soldiers erged, each looking stern and somber.
Quickly, one by one, the wounded were carried out and briskly moved toward the coast. dic soldiers followed closely, holding high IV bottles. On the coast, nurous ambulances had been waiting, pushing stretcher trolleys forward to receive each wounded person, rapidly evacuating them. Everything was tense yet orderly. Even the uninjured warriors boarded military vehicles for evacuation, and the once-bustling coast quickly returned to tranquility, as if nothing had happened.
The roads along the way had been cleared, and police cars led the way as the convoy roared ahead, soon arriving at a military hospital. The hospital had already prepared all ergency asures, with high-level security guards around, as if facing a major enemy. The ambulances stopped at the entrance, and dical staff pushed the stretcher trolleys, rushing the patients into the wards at the fastest possible speed.
At this ti, a transport helicopter roared in, quickly landing on the hospital's top floor. A few dical staff dressed in military officers' uniforms with white coats over them jumped off, carrying boxes. Led by waiting guard personnel, they hurriedly ran downstairs. Leading them was a female soldier, Wu Miao, who had co as ordered, with the rest being her assistants.
A dark and robust man with a tall stature, sword-like eyebrows, and star-like eyes jumped out of the helicopter cockpit. His face was resolute, wearing military officer attire with a colonel rank hanging on it. As the guard captain approached to salute, the colonel waved his hand, took off his military cap, looked up at the sky, and said with a hint of worry in his calm eyes, "God, if you dared to hurt my beloved generals, I'll tear you apart."
"What?" The guard captain didn't hear clearly and asked.
"Nothing, lead the way." The colonel was Wu Jin. Almost everyone in the Dragon Tooth Team was injured, suffering heavy losses, which made Wu Jin anxious, especially since Luo Zheng and Lan Xue were still unconscious. Without the simple treatnt on the nuclear submarine, their lives would have been in greater danger.
Wu Jin hurried to the ergency room, where Wu Miao had already gone in with her team. There were too many injured, with severe cases undergoing ergency rescue while nurses managed the minor injuries. Resources were sowhat stretched. As for the uninjured warriors, they had already gone elsewhere to rest and recover. Seeing everyone rushing around, almost like they were fighting a war, Wu Jin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he saw a group of generals rushing in, causing him to startle. Looking closely, leading them was none other than Mr. Li.
"Good day, sir." Wu Jin quickly went up to salute.
"You're here, what's the situation?" Mr. Li asked gravely.
"Severe cases are under ergency rescue, and nurses are assisting with the minor injuries," Wu Jin quickly replied.
"Nonsense, didn't I instruct the hospital to prepare? Every warrior is a hero who bleeds for the country. We can't let them bleed and shed tears; delays are unacceptable. Even minor injuries need imdiate treatnt to prevent any aftermath." Mr. Li's face turned stern as he angrily questioned.
A man in his sixties quickly said, "Elder Li, don't worry. The hospital has already contacted other brother units to send help, and they are on the way. I assure you on behalf of the hospital that no one will be delayed. I'll head to the operating table right away."
"Old friend, I'm reassured by your skills, go ahead. Thank you for your efforts. If it weren't necessary, I wouldn't have disturbed you," Mr. Li gratefully said.
The elderly man told a middle-aged person behind him, "Give your white coat, imdiately go welco the people coming to help from other hospitals, and speed up the rescue efforts without delay."
"Yes." The middle-aged man quickly took off his white coat for the elderly man and turned around to leave.
Mr. Li gave Wu Jin a look, signaling others not to follow, and walked a distance with Wu Jin. He quietly said, "I read the report, and we suffered quite a few casualties this ti. What's your view?"
"This mission exceeded expectations; it was remarkable to return victoriously." Wu Jin contemplated and, concerned about undervaluing anyone's contributions, continued seriously, "I won't discuss objective reasons, but the key point is that Ghost was injured, and the culprit was Japan's forr Strongest Soldier King. Although our people killed him, we must account for this with them. As for other participating countries, we'll deal with them one by one later."
"Do you want to avenge them?" Mr. Li pressed.
"No, once they recover, they will surely seek revenge. As their leader, I must prepare the groundwork and assist them in fulfilling their wishes. The Eight-Nation Alliance, such fierce notoriety, we shall start settling this blood debt with Japan first," Wu Jin said solemnly.
"Hmm, proceed according to your plan." Mr. Li contemplated and nodded in agreent, "First, deal with Sam Country's minions, then settle the accounts with Sam Country. As for Arctic Bear Country, they indeed acted unscrupulously; let Shadow pay them a visit once recovered and teach them a lesson."
"Yes." Wu Jin was overjoyed seeing Mr. Li agree, as having Mr. Li's consent and support eased many matters. Wu Jin gratefully said, "Sir, rest assured, they will be fine. I'll keep watch here until they wake up, so you can go about your business."
"Rember, you must rescue them, not missing a single one." Mr. Li solemnly instructed.
"Yes." Wu Jin solemnly saluted in agreent.
Mr. Li checked each ward, representing the military to encourage the warriors with a few words, and then departed. After sending off Mr. Li and others, Wu Jin went to the ergency room, looking worriedly at the shadowless lamp still lit inside.
Mountain Eagle and Ghost Hand were not seriously injured; both sat in wheelchairs with IV drips, hurriedly saluting upon seeing Wu Jin, casting concerned glances toward the ergency room, where Luo Zheng and Lan Xue were undergoing urgent rescue. Lan Xue had been slashed, sustaining severe injuries with internal and external complications, which worsened significantly due to the lack of tily treatnt.
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