Universal Lord: My sixth subordinate screwed me over so badly!

The wounded man was lying on the ground, and the wounded man was lying on the ground.

A man with a cold face and a gloomy expression, who looked like a dead man more than a living man, came over.

"He is no longer worth saving. Wait for him to die. Now give him time to write his last words."

A second-class medical soldier, Abraham Dukar, issued a death sentence to a wounded man.

"Can he be transported to a field hospital?"

"Too late, too much blood has been lost, his face is already pale, and there is no blood transfusion equipment here."

"..."

Abraham looked to the other side, at the bottom of the forest, the artillery shells had finished the baptism of the day, the enemy and our side had reached a tacit understanding, and began to reduce the frequency and intensity of the attack, and prepared. A large number of trenches were being dug, and the wounded were sent to the temporary medical center in the trenches.

Treated by Abraham.

He looked at the wounded who were dead, not dead, or about to die, and lit a cigarette.

Su Yue was bandaged all over, and he looked at the familiar face not far away in astonishment? ?

Mustache...

A man who was colder and more dangerous than he remembered was walking quickly.

"Do you know him?"

Henry looked puzzled.

Su Yue said, "Is his name Abraham??!!"

"Don't get excited, the wound has burst open."

Henry quickly motioned Su Yue to lie down, but Su Yue said excitedly, "Abraham, Abraham."

"He is our military doctor."

"There are many medical soldiers on the front line, but few can be called military doctors." Henry said the relevant information about Abraham.

"Military doctor?"

"Yeah, I heard that this guy is also a well-known figure in the field hospital. I didn't expect to see him here."

"..."

Henry said: "It is said that this guy will directly sentence soldiers to death. He said that 99% of those who can be cured can be cured. For those who can't be cured, he will not even treat them and let them wait to die. He claimed that it would waste medical supplies because the resources on the front line are limited. General Lillard also trusts him."

"Is he the head of the temporary field hospital?"

"Half of it, he doesn't care about anything."

"..."

Su Yue said: "What level of injury am I now?"

"Minor injury, no scratches on bones and joints, minor injuries that cause basic functional damage... yours is just a little larger."

"Fuck!"

Su Yue swore, and Henry laughed: "Look, you are in good spirits."

"But it hurts."

He looked at Abraham's back and couldn't imagine why he met him. And it was still on the same battlefield. Not long after, the curtain of the medical department in the rear was lifted.

Gregory said: "Sir, are you injured?"

"..."

In the Turin world, Su Yue basically had no chance of injury. If he was really injured, the worst that could happen was that Europa, the archangel, would nurse him. He had imagined in his mind that Europa would enter the field hospital and become a beautiful female field doctor.

Unexpectedly, the first person he met was Abraham?

Gregory said: "It seems that your strength has not recovered yet?"

"..."

Su Yue whispered: "How to recover strength? Look at my miserable appearance now, do I look like I have strength?" He used to be arrogant and domineering, but after being injured, all his arrogance and strength disappeared.

He told Gregory about his situation, starting from becoming an architect and then traveling to the world 700 years later in this Cloud City.

Gregory listened quietly and said, "I have lived here for many years."

"What is the specific situation?"

"A plane."

"What?"

Gregory said, "This place is like a prison, there are always unknown and absurd situations. I found that the periphery of this world area is all covered by layers of gray fog, and there is nothing else under the Cloud City."

"Can I leave?"

Su Yue looked at Gregory in shock. This is the only "normal person" he met in this world, perhaps a guide.

Even if he doesn't return to the Turin world, he is eager to return to reality...

Gregory: "I'm afraid it will be difficult."

"Difficult?"

Gregory said, "Every war will last about two years, and about two and a half years will show a decline. You may have to survive in these two and a half years..."

"???"

Su Yue said

"What about your attributes? Can you become a Zerg Lord now?"

Gregory: "What Zerg Lord?"

"??????? Don't you remember?"

Gregory said: "Sir, after you ruled this world 700 years ago, everyone went their separate ways."

"What?"

He stood up and saluted Su Yue respectfully...

The night seemed to have swallowed up the moon and the starry sky. The misty rainstorm turned into drizzle. The forests in the distance kept collapsing. The roar of tanks and artillery shells kept emerging in the night. Su Yue fell asleep.

In the world illuminated by the moon.

On the second day, the third day, and the offensive that lasted for half a month, people died every day. The field hospital was full of people. He returned to the battlefield on the fifteenth day of his injury.

Because of the plea of ​​Sergeant Fisher, he was extended one day from the fixed 14-day leave; at the same time, Fisher was demoted for disobeying orders.

"Attack!!"

Artillery fire and gun smoke filled the sight in front of him. Su Yue watched a team trying to quickly bypass the flank and charge towards their right wing, but they kept falling to the ground and dying.

Life is like a flower that is extremely easy to wither. The moment it encounters a cold current, it crystallizes and then withers.

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"Protect the wounded!!"

"Lead the wounded to move immediately."

Abraham roared, and the soldiers around him became fewer and fewer. Duval's enemy troops, wearing gray uniforms and helmets, became more and more numerous.

"Second Lieutenant, you should withdraw."

"I know."

He walked towards the tent of the temporary field hospital, a Marknan revolver, which he loaded, raised his right arm and aimed at Duval's enemy troops who had just climbed up the hillside.

"Sir, you are going in the wrong direction."

Abraham turned a deaf ear to the voices of the soldiers around him...

"Bang! Bang!"

The enemy troops rushed over from all over the mountains and plains. Many of the defeated soldiers abandoned their rifles and were forced to become prisoners of defeat. Their ammunition was all used up. There was only empty straw left in the wooden boxes of ammunition.

The shells were scattered in the trenches and were stepped into the depths by the footprints of the enemy soldiers. Their legs were pulled out of the mud again and moved forward slowly and firmly.

The trenches were controlled, and the situation began to retreat, evolving and developing towards the side that was unfavorable to them.

A large number of medical soldiers in the field hospital and the wounded who were not transferred in time were captured.

The wheels of the 78mm howitzer were stuck in the mud, and the rivets on it were shining silver, and many were covered with silt. A soldier was pierced through the chest by the cold light of the bayonet, and fell dejectedly on the enemy's steel gun and fell into death.

"Puff!!"

Abraham drew out his command knife, dodged the enemy's assassination, and killed him with one knife.

He came to the location on the documents and telegrams, took out a grenade from his pocket with his left arm, pulled the ring, looked at the documents and the radio of the field hospital, and left the tent with his head bent.

"Boom!!"

The radio, documents, and tables were all torn into pieces in the sound of the explosion, the paper caught fire, and the tent also caught fire. Abraham's face was cold and ruthless, as if he was unmoved by all this.

A large number of Duval soldiers appeared all over the mountains and plains, as if they were everywhere, and every step they took would sink into the swamp.

He hid in the trenches.

There was not even a Duval enemy soldier.

"Puff..."

He moved gracefully and calmly, as if even such a dangerous battlefield was not worth his embarrassing escape. In the trenches, Abraham began to evacuate. Every time he passed a trench area, he could see a large number of dead people with crooked heads. Most of the dead had their heads tilted, because it was impossible for them to have a proper manner now.

Some of the dead had their heads falling under their crotches, their bodies separated, and darkness was reflected in Abraham's cold pupils.

Seven or eight Duval soldiers were talking in the Duval language that they could not understand, and the moment they saw Abraham, they rushed towards him.

Intestines flowed out of his abdomen, blood was splattering, and Abraham covered his abdomen with a pale face. As a doctor, he had rich experience and means, and quickly treated the wound to stop the bleeding, but found that his physical strength was almost exhausted.

"Damn..."

There are no mountain bikes or vehicles here...

If you only rely on your legs...

He looked at the soldiers climbing over the mountains and fields in the distance, marching with difficulty, and from time to time friendly soldiers were executed and captured. He seemed to have become a target on the battlefield, and like a ghost.

He must not stop before finding the location of the large army.

Because once you stop, that's when death and capture will come.

Kill

Killing, marching... Abraham didn't remember how many trenches he had passed through, how many kilometers he had retreated, and his consciousness gradually began to blur... The revolver in his hand had disappeared. For a soldier, losing a weapon was an extremely serious situation, but his pistol had no bullets.

Now it was just a toy.

The infantry's steel gun was too heavy. He leaned on the steel gun and looked at the position in the distance...

The three Duval soldiers rushed towards Abraham like demons seeing prey like antelopes... Before, he would have disdained it and even thought that they could not stop him at all.

But extreme fatigue, boredom, loss of support from bullets and weapons, and a lot of bleeding made him no longer in the state of his elite.

"..."

His eyes were still sharp and cold, but the blur and haziness revealed in them made the three Duval soldiers laugh.

"Officer!! It's the enemy commander."

"We've made a fortune, and he still has a sword on his waist."

"Catch them, and you can get the reward when you go back. I've already thought about how the adults should reward us." Abraham couldn't understand Duval's language at all, but he roughly guessed the meaning in the other party's bright eyes. They felt that they were a big fish, and they were the fishermen who caught the big fish.

"..."

He was ready to commit suicide.

At this moment.

"Bang bang bang!!"

Two soldiers fell, and a figure burst out, knocking the soldier to the ground from the woods next to them, followed by a fight between steel guns, bayonets, and daggers. The two were like wild beasts, tearing each other's ears and necks, and their teeth and eyes were full of hatred for each other.

"Abraham!!!"

"!!"

The steel gun was at his feet, and Su Yue's physical strength was exhausted.

Abraham trembled and staggered forward.

He fell down in front uncontrollably.

The morale of Duval's soldiers was even higher, and the engineer wounded soldier named Su Yue, whom he knew and even had a special feeling for, dragged his disabled body, and seemed to be at the end of his rope.

"Bang!!"

Just when Su Yue was overwhelmed by Duval's soldiers, Gregory ran out of the black forest behind him.

The gunshots ended, and the bodies of the enemy fell.

He helped Su Yue up, and was about to leave without even looking at Abraham.

Unexpectedly, Su Yue said: "Take him with you!!"

"Sir, this does not conform to the current situation!!"

Su Yue said: "Take him with you, he can't die."

"Corporal, follow the order!!!"

"Yes, sir."

Abraham looked at Su Yue with blurred vision, not understanding why he had to save himself. Was it just because he was an officer and a doctor? His eyes went dark, and the whole person fell beside the steel gun.

Mud, silt, bugs and centipedes crawled all over his face and got into his thick hair, but no one cared about these details.

On the battlefield, staying alive was the only thing they needed to do.