After Wan Lin finished speaking, he stood up and said to Zhang Wa: "Let's go see the sacrificed and injured brothers." Zhang Wa and Qi Hong stood up quickly, and Qi Hong took the lead in walking out of the tent and walking to another tent next to it.
There were two national security soldiers with guns standing next to a tent. When they saw Wan Lin and the others coming, they stood at attention and made a gun salute. Then they stretched out their hands and opened the curtain of the tent. A red fire immediately erupted from the tent.
revealed from within,
Wan Lin and Zhang Wa stopped for a moment and looked into the tent with solemn expressions. Three burning torches were inserted into the grass. Three sacrificed national security soldiers lay quietly in the low tent, each one young and young.
His face looked very peaceful.
"Stand at attention and salute!" Wan Lin stood at the door of the tent and shouted in a low voice. He pressed his heels together and raised his hands to salute the three martyrs. Behind him, Zhang Wa and Qi Hong stood at attention and saluted with tears in their eyes.
After quietly staring at the martyrs lying in the tent for a while, Wan Lin silently put down his arms and turned towards the individual tents on the side.
Wan Lin strode to the side, but every step he took seemed extremely heavy. Tears flashed in his eyes, and his whole body was enveloped in a sad emotion. From afar, he led Wen Meng and the other National Security team members who were training.
He went abroad to perform missions, and now in the battle at Lingxiu Mountain, several National Security members have fallen in front of him.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt in his heart. He had led and commanded the two battles, but these brave national security soldiers fell in front of him, the commander...
Wan Lin and Zhang Wa visited several injured National Security team members in nearby tents. Seeing that the injuries of the team members were still stable, they immediately felt at ease.
The two walked out of the tent, and Wan Lin ordered Qi Hong in a low voice: "Immediately report the entire battle situation to Director Ye Feng, and then lead all team members to escort the wounded and the remains of the fallen soldiers to evacuate here overnight, and send the wounded to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible."
Yes!" Qi Hong stood at attention, saluted, and replied loudly.
So far, Wan Lin had not had time to report the battle situation to Wang Molin. He ordered Qi Hong to report to Ye Feng, and Ye Feng would naturally report the situation to Wang Molin in time.
Wan Lin and Zhang Wa then said goodbye to Qi Hong and the surrounding National Security soldiers, and with Xiao Hua, they turned around and got into the dark dense forest on the side, and walked quickly towards the top of the mountain.
When the two walked out of the dense forest, the sky was already bright. Wan Lin stood at the edge of the forest and looked up towards the top of the mountain. There were more than a dozen burning torches in front of the cliff, and the entire top of the mountain was illuminated red by the light of the burning fire.
, more than twenty disciples of the Lingxiu Sect with scimitars hanging from their waists were standing at the edge of the forest, each figure shrouded in red by the fire. Several red sticks were also burning in the small courtyard in the forest facing the cliff.
The entire top of the mountain is shrouded in red firelight, giving people a solemn and quiet feeling.
At this time, Xiaobai suddenly burst out from the small courtyard in the forest on the side. It quickly ran to Wan Lin and Zhang Wa and looked up at the little flower lying on Wan Lin's right shoulder. Then it jumped up slightly and jumped.
They jumped on Wan Lin's left shoulder and lay down. Wan Lin and Zhang Wa turned to look in the direction of the small courtyard in the forest, and saw Dali and Da Zhuang walking out of the small courtyard with machine guns and striding towards them.
Wan Lin and the others hurriedly walked to the small courtyard. Wan Lin walked to Dali and asked in a low voice: "Where are Xiaoya and the others? Xiaoya is performing surgery on the shot Lingxiu disciple in the house. Lingling, Wen Meng, and Wu Xueying are performing surgery on them.
She serves as an assistant, and grandpa is also there to help with the healing," Dali replied in a low voice.
Wan Lin nodded gloomily. These Lingxiu disciples did not have body armor and had no military training. Many of them must have been hit by enemy bullets.
He looked at the wooden house in the courtyard with a worried look, and then asked: "Where are the old master and Xie? They are all discussing things in the old master's house, and Xie Chao is also inside. We don't dare to
Go in and keep watch outside. Chengru and Zisheng are in the room at the end." Da Zhuang raised his hand and pointed to the wooden house on the side of the small courtyard and said.
Wan Lin raised his eyes and looked at the wooden house of the old leader in the middle. He knew in his heart that the third leader of Lingxiu Sect, old, middle and young, must be talking about the drastic changes that happened on the top of the mountain and discussing the subsequent countermeasures. It is really not appropriate to disturb them at this time.
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Wan Lin withdrew his gaze and whispered to Zhang Wa: "Let's go see Chengru and Zisheng." Then he made a warning gesture to Dali and the two, and then strode towards the room where Chengru and Zisheng were.
Go, he was really worried about Lin Zisheng's injury.
The two opened the door and walked into the room. Chengru and Lin Zisheng, who were sitting by the bed, saw Leopard Tou and Zhang Wa coming in. They quickly moved to the bed and tried to stand up. Chengru's arm was wrapped in a bandage.
Still hanging on his chest, Lin Zisheng's arms and legs were covered with bandages.
Wan Lin and Zhang Wa quickly waved their hands and walked over to hold them down. Wan Lin took advantage of the situation and held Lin Zisheng's left wrist while concentrating on his pulse. Zisheng smiled and said, "It's okay. Grandpa has already used kung fu to treat me just now."
After a while, he said he had some internal injuries and it was nothing serious."
Wan Lin checked his wrist pulse for a while and knew that he was indeed fine now. He then looked at the bandage on his body and knew that it was a scratch caused by rolling on the ground after jumping from a high place.
It was obvious that Head Xie and the others had sprinkled wound medicine on it and bandaged it up. He then looked down at his left arm and saw that it was fixed with several thin wooden strips two to three centimeters wide and tightly wrapped with a bandage.
Apparently his broken left arm had been reattached.
Cheng Ru saw Wan Lin paying attention to Lin Zisheng's broken arm and whispered: "Master Xie personally reattached Zisheng's broken arm. Grandpa has just seen it and said it was very good!"
At this time, Wan Lin felt at ease. He knew that Kung Fu masters such as Lao Zhang and Xie were very knowledgeable about bone grafting and trauma. Since Zi Sheng's arm was reattached by Xie himself, there must be nothing wrong with it.
question.
At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open gently, and Wen Meng and Wu Xueying, who looked a little nervous, walked in. When they walked in and saw Wan Lin and Zhang Wa standing in the room, they quickly stood at attention and raised their hands in salute. Wan Lin waved his hand to let them go.
Two people come over.
Wu Xueying stepped in front of the bed, first looked nervously at Lin Zisheng and Cheng Ru, then stepped in front of Zhang Wa and looked nervously up and down. Seeing that his body was intact, a smile appeared on her face and she raised her head.
He lightly hammered his shoulder and said, "Hehe, that's right, there's no honor this time!"
"Fuck you, you are so glorious!" Zhang Wa smiled and pulled Yingying to his side and took a closer look. Then he looked at the assault rifle on her shoulder and asked with some surprise: "Why are you so embarrassed?"