Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

The floating ship group landed slowly under the guidance of torch-waving officers on the ground. The ground that was originally filled with burning debris and corpses was cleared by steam-engined soldiers and infantry to create a scattered landing site for the entire fleet to land.

The first thing after landing was to command the aerospace ship to immediately release the hard lock on a special bay.

The hanging warehouse fell to the ground. The soldiers quickly stepped forward and removed the wooden boards around the hanging warehouse. A flagpole without a flag rose from the ground.

‘Sentinel core has been deployed’

By placing down the nuclear deployment of outposts in the territory, the power of the system will directly act on this area.

It is the same as the outpost core used by the Sky Island World when they developed it, but the exchange of materials is no longer transmitted through the portal, but is directly transmitted by the system on both ends.

The sentinel core is the bridge between the territory and the territory.

놛You can resurrect soldiers, repair their bodies, and build buildings here.

Ji Lin could use resources to upgrade the outpost core into an outpost base, but at that time, he could not quickly fold the base and deploy it quickly with the floating fleet.

Putting down the outpost core means that the players can freely use the resources of the system and the territory, just like the leaders in the territory.

There is a reason why Ji Lin dared to take a temporary rest here. Although there was an extremely fierce battle here an hour ago, it was impossible for the other party to arrive for support even if it received the signal for help.

The second and third advance teams have their own attack direction and cannot be temporarily transferred from their defense area. The fifth advance team is performing the task of garrisoning the portal.

If the fifth advance team dares to leave their defense zone, Ji Lin will immediately send troops to attack the portal.

After dealing with the problem of the fourth advance team of invaders, we still have to turn our attention to the aboriginal people of this world. We still left another trouble for Ji Lin.

A group of wounded soldiers, a large group of terrified wounded soldiers.

Most of them were dragged out from the pile of corpses or the corner where they were hiding.

But they are all in relatively good health. After all, those soldiers who were in poor health have returned to the earth under the sweeping attack of the Magic Empire's fourth advance team.

What is left to us are wounded soldiers in one place and wounded soldiers who have lost their command level.

Good 껩 is relative to the premise of wounded soldiers.

Ji Lin believes that this is a good opportunity for the territorial soldiers to strengthen cooperation and cooperate with the rescue, and let some soldiers who are in good mental condition carry out the rescue mission.

"Your hip is seriously injured and it's unlikely to be saved."

Hackett bit off the bandage with his sharp point, and expertly tied the two ends tightly to the recruit's wound: the elf's sword strike almost split his elbow into two, and the human body and bones were as brittle in the face of the rune sword. tissue.

Only a small half of the lotus root's broken bones and flesh are left.

Even though he had been simply bandaged once with the gauze thrown by others, it could only stop the surging blood.

The bayonet on Hackett's gun was stained with blood and was not suitable for cutting the bandage. It would cover the clean bandage with blood.

The Territory does not have a dedicated medical squad/field hospital.

The content of battlefield medical treatment is limited to teaching these infantrymen to treat wounds with biological knowledge that they are not proficient in.

The first aid medical skills that territorial soldiers learned during training are not for these wounded soldiers. The primary goal of the medical skills they learned is to keep their comrades alive - or to heal people who cannot die.

As long as the outpost core is deployed, the infantry belonging to the territory can be repaired and resurrected by consuming permissions no matter how serious the damage is.

But the residents of the local civilization are not able to enjoy the benefits of the system.

Then the medical service of the territorial soldiers is a disaster for them - if ten are rescued, two will die on the spot, and seven of the remaining eight will die one after another in the next week. The last one may have better luck. Being able to survive the difficult recovery period.

In the end, treatment can only be provided by the demihuman auxiliary troops who are experienced in medical rescue... and are relatively rich.

The adventurers who were formerly adventurers have their own unique skills in dealing with various wounds. Compared with the crude rescue methods of territorial infantry, they at least use various herbal auxiliary treatments.

There are only about 500 wounded soldiers worth saving, and the rest are still wailing. The wounded soldiers who are not worth saving can only be simply bandaged and left to their fate.

As for food, both armies left a large amount of supplies and food for the troops in the territory. These resources harvested after the war were enough for the wounded soldiers and prisoners to live a comfortable life.

"In this way, the 늀 will not break when walking, causing more serious damage."

Hackett raised his head, looked at the arm of the indigenous recruit in front of him, which was hanging up as if it had been plastered, and nodded with satisfaction.

The recruit nodded with difficulty and looked at the veteran who was lying aside to rest. The injuries suffered by the veteran were much lighter than those of 놛, they were all not deep wounds.

"Thanks."

Hackett had a good impression of this young man who fought the elves with all his strength. 놛껩 was once a swordsman before he used light crossbows and muskets.

놛 shook his ears, and new steps appeared along with a heavy trampling of walking. He looked up and saw his comrades from the 땢 tribe.

"Tokas, have you found the medicine we use to heal our wounds?"

Every normal army will carry some medicine for wound treatment in its supplies to reduce the damage of the army.

Due to the combat mode of the Magic Empire troops, most of the wounded soldiers suffered from burns of varying degrees. To deal with them, the territory troops had to cut open the fabrics and cloths that had been fused together with the skin and flesh.

This surgical process must be extremely painful. The soldiers could only let the wounded soldiers bite the cloth or wood blocks, and cut and seal the wounds as quickly as possible.

Large-area burn wounds can cause fatal bacterial infections. Without the assistance of drugs, the survival rate after surgery is even lower.

The wolf subhuman who walked by shook his head and his eyes fell on the humanoid structure that was slowly moving behind him. He noticed Hackett and turned his square helmet to look at the subhuman youth standing in front of him.

When observing himself, Hackett always felt that they had the same thinking ability as humans.

Just couldn't speak.

"I was going to find the commander... but General Changheng stopped me and said that the commander was resting. But if this big guy can master the divine arts of the Judgment Department, then maybe we can use his divine arts."

So let me take this tin can to try it out.

Tokas scratched his head.

"I don't quite understand the difference between magic and divine arts you mentioned, but since this thing can help us... do you have any seriously injured people here?"

Hacket's eyes fell on the freshly bandaged recruit in front of him, and the wound that had just been cut was the best proof.

The coagulated blood and gauze had melted into one piece, firmly fixed on the recruit's arm.

Hearing the screams of the person who was pressed to the ground and the wound cleaning technique was completed not far away, he couldn't help but take a step back.

The recruit felt their gazes, and a bad feeling rose from his head.

The veteran behind him coughed lightly.

Hackett shifted his gaze away from the Skitarii and turned to stare at the recruit's freshly bandaged arm.

"If you want to save your arm, take it off."

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