Quadruple split

Game time PM17:53

Southern border of Misha County, entrance to Hodir Pass

Mo Tan, who was sitting on a wooden pile, stood up unsteadily and walked towards a row of simple open-air tents not far away with some staggering steps.

He was naked from the waist up, with several circles of bloody bandages wrapped around his left shoulder and ribs. His arm, which had been almost healed by Yuchen before, was hanging limply to the side. There were also several claw marks on his face, which made him look particularly unusual. Embarrassed.

However, compared to the hundreds of seriously injured people nearby, Mo Tan's current situation is already considered good.

This temporary position where a heavy-armored interceptor regiment was previously stationed has been transformed into a treatment center, or a place similar to a treatment center. Its main function is to receive and place the wounded, provide limited but effective treatment or rescue, and place the dead.

The corpses that had been contained or collected as much as possible were concentrated on the west side, with a large amount of firewood piled around. Gu Xiaole and a few nuns who had exhausted their magic power were praying in a low voice there. They would do their best to save the souls of those heroes. Rest in peace, at least not be bound by this land that has not yet been liberated, and finally burn these bodies on the spot.

Although the vast majority of the warriors sleeping here would not be infected by the plague during their lifetime, it would be difficult for them to have the same resistance after death. Therefore, they had to be cremated uniformly, and their ashes would be accepted by the Holy Church after the war. Purified, eventually placed under the unfinished monument in Fair City

It is no longer possible to rebuild the city that was slaughtered by mutants. Although the United Holy Church will not sit back and let it become a cursed place, the ruins where tens of thousands of resentful spirits are buried will no longer be suitable for idiots, so how many people are there? The city lord who has always been in contact with the joint forces, Xia Lian, Furman and others have decided before that after Misha County is completely recovered, the old site of Fair City will continue to be preserved after being purified to commemorate this event. It was an unspeakable tragedy, and a memorial to the fallen will be built there for everyone who wants to commemorate the heroes in the future.

Of course, all this is based on the success of the Requiem Plan. If it fails, the entire Misha County will become a 'memory'.

"May the goddess bless you."

Mo Tan saluted the war dead from afar and said softly: "Your sacrifices will not be in vain."

He is not a believer in God, at least not in the conventional sense, so he rarely says "May the goddess bless you" when he is not pretending, but the sentence he just said came from the bottom of his heart. .

On the one hand, he knows that the gods in this world really exist. Even if in a certain sense, he still does not 'believe' in the concept of gods, but Mo Tan has to 'believe' in the existence of gods. After all, the goddess of dawn, Pakosi But I have really dealt with him.

On the other hand, he was a little short of words now, so when he looked at the dead people, he couldn't think of anything else to say other than the goddess' blessing.

After all, he was the one who ordered them to die.

To be honest, until now, Mo Tan didn't think he was qualified to be a commander. Although he did not deny that he did have some talent in this area, whether he had talent and whether he was suitable were two different things.

There is an old saying that is particularly true: Compassion does not control soldiers.

Therefore, Mo Tan, who thinks that his psychological quality is somewhat poor, always feels that he is not suitable for his current position. Perhaps his three views are not very correct like most of his peers, but this does not mean that he can ignore death and calmly let go. Those who obeyed his orders went to die, even if it was so that more people could survive.

He is very clear about righteousness and principles, but it is one thing to know clearly, and it is another thing to bear it personally.

Mo Tan, who couldn't move his legs, stood still for a long time, and finally murmured in an imperceptible voice: "I'm sorry."

"Who are you apologizing to?"

A clear and sweet voice sounded behind and beside him. Mo Tan turned around and found that Gu Xiaole, who had been praying for the fallen with the nuns before, had come around unnoticed, with his hands behind his back and a look on his face. Looking at himself curiously.

He shook his head slightly, shrugged and said, "Nothing."

"Nothing? It doesn't look like it to me."

Gu Xiaole smiled, then snapped his fingers softly: "Tai Shang, reveal yourself."

The air next to her suddenly distorted, and then the shikigami, who had become a little dull, slowly emerged: "I am here, Lord."

"Our commander is depressed."

Gu Xiaole glanced at Mo Tan with a smile in his eyes, and said cheerfully: "Come on, tell Tan Jiang what those fallen soldiers said."

Mo Tan blinked: "Huh?"

Taishang also laughed, and then bowed to Mo Tan: "Master Tanjiang, the spirits of those who died in the war just now told me that they have no regrets, and many people are very grateful to you."

"What are you talking about?"

Mo Tan frowned in confusion at first, then reacted quickly and said in surprise: "Can you talk to the dead?"

Tai Shang nodded slightly: "If they are those who had strong willpower during their lifetime, I can see them and communicate with them simply."

Gu Xiaole, who was next to him, also followed up and said, "I can do that too."

Mo Tan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled at the person in front of him: "Thank you."

"I think you just take death too seriously."

Gu Xiaole raised his eyebrows, spread his hands and said, "Okay, I admit that most people in this world take death very seriously, but as long as they don't die in a miserable or depressing way, actually 'death' is not a command. It’s a sad thing, after all, everyone will die, and if they die well, I think it’s a pretty good thing, and obviously, those guys who volunteer to fight under your command are worthy of death.”

"I know."

Mo Tan looked at the girl in front of him who was trying to enlighten him like a sister, and nodded gently: "Don't worry, I still understand this, but I'm just not used to this feeling."

Gu Xiaole smacked his lips, and then patted Mo Tan's uninjured shoulder hard: "Then I'm relieved. You're busy and you can go ahead. I'll go over and stay with the nuns for a while and give them some psychological counseling." ."

After saying that, he turned around and left with Taishang, who was still indifferent.

Mo Tan, who had regained his composure, did not stop for long and continued to limp toward the row of open-air tents dedicated to rescuing the seriously injured.

two minutes later

Under the first open-air tent

"Lord Hei Fan."

The female knight with long blond hair struggled to sit up and waved gently to the figure coming from not far away. She was pushed back onto the blanket by the dark elf druid next to her, still staring at Mo Tan intently. .

Emang Heiye frowned and applied a ball of mashed plants to the left arm of the female knight, barely covering the hideous wound, and said angrily: "Can you please stop moving? There are three pieces of it all over your body." Seventeen serious injuries, if you don’t want to die, just be honest.”

"Lord Hei Fan."

The female knight, who was in a daze due to excessive blood loss, fluttered again before curling up under the severe pain.

Mo Tan, who just walked over, also noticed this, so he came over and squatted next to the female knight of the Sun Sect whose face kept switching between red and white, and asked in a low voice: "How do you feel?"

"Lord Hei Fan."

The female knight didn't seem to hear Mo Tan's question clearly, and just muttered in a daze. She was wearing linen clothes that had been soaked in dark red, and there were large and shocking bloodstains around her. The knight who was piled next to him The armor was so twisted that it was impossible to wear it. It was impossible to imagine how she was rescued from the armor at that time.

"Thank you for your hard work, Eman."

Mo Tan nodded slightly to the dark elf druid who bowed to him while preparing herbal medicine, and pointed at the unconscious female knight in front of him: "Is she okay?"

"I barely managed to save him, but I probably won't be able to hold a sword again in this life."

Emang placed the small clay jar in front of him on the ground, used Druid's unique spell to imbue the herbs inside with magic, and said with a wry smile: "She was pulled off the horse by more than a dozen monsters during the last charge. She was rescued." At that time, her whole body was almost torn apart by those things. Not only did she lose a lot of blood, but she also had at least a dozen fatal injuries all over her body. Even if the power of the sun restrained those undead creatures, her armor was thick enough, and she finally Even if you save her life, her knighthood can only end here."

Mo Tan nodded silently, looked down at the beautiful young woman who was holding her right hand tightly, and let out a long sigh.

"Lord Hei Fan."

The unconscious female knight whispered again, her eyes seemed to have regained some clarity, and she smiled weakly: "I am Dora Dorashika, a low-level paladin of the Sun Sect, your admirer."

Mo Tan forced himself to smile and nodded: "I remember you. You were on duty outside my tent in the days before the requiem plan started. Are you feeling better, Knight Shika?"

"I can no longer be a knight."

Dora smiled haggardly, tilted her head and blinked at the Dark Elf Druid who was half-kneeling next to her making medicine: "I heard what Mr. Emang said. The injury seems a bit serious."

The latter was silent for a few seconds and nodded slowly: "Sorry, with your physical condition, even if you can survive this time, it will be difficult to return to the current level in the future. Of course, it is just difficult. If If you take good care of your body, miracles may happen.”

Emang did not lie. The possibility of recovery was not impossible, but it was less than one ten thousandth. However, he still wanted to give the other party a motivation to live, otherwise there would be no talk of a 'future'. This knight who was seriously injured and on the verge of death would even I couldn't survive three days.

Mo Tan, who also has some knowledge in medicine, could obviously guess it. As a priest, he knew very well that Dora's injury was so serious that it was difficult to be cured by magic. With a large number of organs damaged, Even Xia Lian in her prime could only guarantee that she could survive.

"A miracle?"

Dora murmured in a low voice, and then suddenly smiled at Mo Tan: "In that case, Lord Hei Fan, I have a request."

Not just because of pain or something else, the hand that was calloused from holding the sword all year round was trembling slightly.

Mo Tan nodded vigorously: "You say."

"If only my wounds could be healed"

Dora's tired and painful eyes stared closely at Mo Tan, and said softly: "If I have the opportunity to pick up the weapon again and mount the horse, can you allow me to be your guardian knight?"

Mo Tan was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately: "Okay."

Although he didn't know what a guardian knight was, it didn't stop him from realizing that Dora didn't expect to become a knight again.

"thank you"

Dora smiled in relief, and then completely lost consciousness.

five minutes later

Outside the last open-air tent in the rescue area

"Is Priest Furman's condition better?"

Mo Tan, who was forcibly held down to rest, took a sip of the Lion King's Pride Potion, turned to Her Majesty the Saint behind him and asked softly: "Now that you are out, does it mean everything is fine?"

Yuchen nodded and said softly: "Well, we are out of danger. Mr. Taylor and little Basaka are also fine. Don't worry."

"That's good, I'll go to the main force and have a look!"

Mo Tan smiled, and just as he was about to stand up, Yu Chen pressed the bandage on his shoulder and forced him back.

"You can't go anywhere."

Yuchen looked at him seriously, with a warm glow surging between his fingers: "Save some energy, you still have a battle to fight."

Mo Tan was a little embarrassed because he was naked and coughed awkwardly: "What about that? I won't have the chance to rush to the front in the next stage, and there won't be much pressure to command, so..."

"No~ok~"

Yuchen shook his head and still firmly objected: "You can rest here with Mr. Taylor, Priest Furman and the others."

"I feel uneasy just sitting here."

"I'm down to earth."

"Well?"

"Nothing. How much time do you have until you can rest?"

Yuchen turned his head and looked into the distance, and asked worriedly: "Can Sister Xia Lian and Cordoba continue to persevere?"

Mo Tan rubbed his forehead and shrugged with a wry smile: "It's okay over there in Cordoba. As for Xia Lian, she said it could last for four hours, but she was probably lying. It could be three hours at most. If three If the fourth stage hasn't started after an hour, she might really have to risk her life."

"Three hours."

Yuchen bit his lip and whispered: "That means we don't have much rest time left. If we proceed to the fourth stage in this state,"

"Well, I guess the damage will be huge."

"But there's no other way to go, right?"

"Um"

Chapter 448: End