"Ahem, it's better for me to do this myself."

Suddenly, someone outside the stronghold coughed slightly and said in a slightly smiling tone.

"Zhang...brother Si Xing, you are still alive...haha, that's great..."

"Shhh... keep your voice down so the devil doesn't hear you. I have to wait a moment before I can leave."

Zhang Sixing, who was wearing a ghillie suit while talking, walked into the stronghold with a low waist, but took out a flashlight as soon as he entered.

The red light shines on his legs.

On the cloth strips that were originally different shades of gray, black patches appeared as if ink had been poured on them.

"You, Brother Si Xing, you are injured... a medical soldier."

I called Platoon Commander Tao but didn't hear the answer. He raised his eyes and looked at his brothers.

The color on their faces was not very good, and they silently turned their eyes back to their legs illuminated by the red light.

Zhang Sixing, who could guess what was going on, sighed softly,
Chapter completed!