There were countless mechas in the middle of the forest, which attracted the attention of many people.
Looking at the densely packed trees, Yax was very upset. This forest was so big, although there were no star beasts, there must be large beasts.
The little cub is lost here, can she survive here?
Yax didn't dare to think about it, and he remembered his first meeting with the little cub, the gray garbage star in the sky, and the shy and timid little cub.
Time passed by, and there was no news about the little cub.
Yax couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and said to Leon, "Prepare a mecha for me."
Leon: "Major General, the military doctor said you can't fly a mecha in a short period of time."
Yax said: "For ordinary mechas, I don't use mental power."
Leon looked down at his shoes and pretended not to hear what he said. He was also worried about the little cub, but the major general's physical condition was more important in his mind.
When Yax saw this, he tsked lightly, "Is a small aircraft okay?"
"My subordinates will go prepare immediately," Leon replied immediately.
Looking for a little cub in a huge forest is undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack. The forest is densely covered with trees, and the mecha master can only rely on infrared rays to find the person.
Yax sat in the passenger seat of the small aircraft and kept looking at the forest below.
Everyone searched for most of the day but found no trace of the little cub. Some people even turned on the loudspeaker and shouted while looking for it, which surprised many animals.
Noticing Yax's frown, Leon could only comfort him, "Major General, Xiaoxi is a smart child, and she will definitely protect herself."
"A five-year-old cub, how can she protect herself?" Yax pressed his throbbing head.
Leon shut his mouth, yes, how can a little cub over five years old protect himself in this forest?
After such a long time, he may not be able to survive.
Leon didn't dare to say this, and in his heart he could only hope that the little cub would survive.
"Lieutenant Colonel Leon," a rough voice sounded on the public communication channel: "We have found traces of Xiaoxi."
The small aircraft stopped on the river beach. Yax jumped out of the aircraft and someone came up to him, "Major General."
"Where?" Yax asked him, but received no answer.
Yax looked over and noticed the sad look on his men's eyebrows. His heart tightened, "Where is Xiaoxi?"
"Over there," the subordinate pointed to a location not far from the river.
Yax walked over quickly, and before he got closer, he saw the body of a wolf.
The trees here all have traces of fighting, coagulated blood stains are everywhere, and the lush grass and leaves are stained with blood.
Yax trembled slightly in his heart. He walked over step by step and saw clearly the wolf whose head and body were separated. There was no cub here. "Where is Xiaoxi?"
"I just found a trace of blood not far away, and someone has already followed it," the man paused, closed his eyes and said harshly, "A lot of blood has been shed, it may be too late."
His voice was trembling at the last sentence.
More than a month ago, the little cub was walking around the canteen cutely. When they gave her snacks, she would express her gratitude with a milky voice. Although she tried her best to hide her happy mood, the tail that kept wagging behind her betrayed her.
Yax was much calmer than his men. He squatted down and carefully observed the place where the wolf's head and body were separated, and found that they had been violently torn apart.
The wolf's corpse had not yet stinked, and its limbs had become stiff, proving that the battle had just happened today.
Yax noticed the broken metal fragments on the grass again. He picked them up and recognized them as a small part of Wuwu's body. He frowned.
"She may have been rescued. Follow the traces to find her," Yax said.
The little cub did not have the strength to tear off the wolf's head. Someone must have rescued her at the critical moment.
***
Central hospital.
The little cub woke up in a daze, and she sat up suddenly, "Snack!"
"Oh, you're seriously injured, don't move," a gentle voice sounded.
Shi Xi looked over following the sound and saw a gentle-looking middle-aged man sitting beside the hospital bed. He smiled at her and said, "Calm down, you are safe now. Your friend is sleeping deeply."
Only then did Shi Xi notice Snack sleeping in the next bed. She wanted to get out of bed to see him, but the middle-aged man held her down and said, "Hey, kid, don't move around. The doctor said you have broken a few bones. How many bones have you broken?"
I have a concussion, and if I move around now, I will die."
"How about snacks?" Shi Xi looked at him eagerly with one golden and one blue eyes.
The middle-aged man thought that this little orc looked really cute and reminded him of his daughter. He coughed lightly and said, "Your friend is fine and has been rescued."
Hearing his words, Shi Xi breathed a sigh of relief. She carefully observed the snacks on the next bed. His face was very pale, his eyes were closed, his head and shoulders were wrapped in white bandages, and his right hand was on a drip.
His chest rose and fell slowly, proving that he was still alive.
"Uncle, have you seen the broken parts I carry?" the little cub asked again.
The middle-aged man handed her the blood-stained cloth. The little cub opened it and saw the broken parts inside, and sniffed, but she did not cry.
"Why did you two kids run into the depths of the forest? Didn't your parents tell you that the forest is very dangerous and you shouldn't go in casually?" The middle-aged man looked at the pitiful little orc and couldn't help but lecture him.
"I'm sorry," the little cub's forehead was wrapped in a bandage, and its furry ears were drooping. "We don't have parents."
The middle-aged man was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.
The little cub looked at him with clear eyes, "Did uncle save us?"
"Yes, we met you when we were patrolling the forest," the middle-aged man nodded. When he met the little orc and her companions, he was really frightened to death.
The two little guys were covered in blood. When they were rushed to the hospital, they thought they could not be saved.
The doctor checked and said that the little orc was fine, but the boy lost too much blood and was seriously injured. After the blood transfusion, he was sent to the treatment cabin.
The money to enter the treatment cabin was paid for by the man and his companions.
The treatment cabin was expensive and they couldn't afford to give the boy in-depth treatment. The boy was pushed out of the treatment cabin after his life stabilized.
When the middle-aged man thought of this, he scratched his hair and spent so much money to save a little life. His wife would not blame him.
While the middle-aged man was deep in thought, the little cub in front of him called out to him.
The middle-aged man looked at her, smiled and asked, "What, does it hurt somewhere? I'll ask the doctor to come over and take a look."
"It doesn't hurt," the little cub shook his head gently, looked at the middle-aged man seriously and said, "Thank you, uncle, for saving us."
The middle-aged man was startled and reached out to touch the little cub's head. Then he remembered the doctor's advice and pulled back midway, "You're welcome."
He hesitated and asked, "Do you have any relatives in your family? Do you want uncle to inform you?"