127 meters underground, on the edge platform of the Dragon Tooth Bunker transport tunnel.
Cracks covered the inner walls poured with reinforced concrete, shaking violently from time to time to drop large sheets of smoke and dust.
Uninjured soldiers, knights, and martial artists cooperated with medical personnel as they moved among the massive numbers of the wounded.
"Left leg fracture, conscious, pass!"
"Collapsed ribcage, weak breathing, priority for rear evacuation."
"Pulse gone, pupils dilated, this one is done, pass!"
"Severe head injury, breathing stopped, attempting CPR, mark 'critical'!"
Cruel and efficient orders were passed amidst the noise.
When it was Zheng Ye's turn, a military doctor quickly checked him over and tilted his head toward the assistant behind him.
"Multiple lacerations plus open fracture, but no heavy bleeding. He's a tier-3 martial artist and can still be saved. Priority for rear evacuation!"
Zheng Ye abruptly raised his hand to grab the military doctor's arm, his blood-streaked pupils dilated wide.
"Save the battalion commander first!"
"And... Qin Lan."
The middle-aged military doctor paused for a moment, a trace of respect flashing in his pupils, and asked with patient endurance, "Who are they?"
Zheng Ye loosened his hand and, relying on blurred memory, pointed to the side two or three meters to his right where stretchers lay side by side.
The military doctor nodded, comforting Zheng Ye on one hand while having accompanying soldiers go over to check.
The soldier quickly inspected them, looked toward this side, and reported while shaking his head, "Report, the vital signs of both have disappeared. No need for resuscitation."
"Sigh~"
Sighing slightly, the middle-aged military doctor patted Zheng Ye's shoulder sympathetically.
He had seen too many such things on the battlefield.
He could understand Zheng Ye's feelings, but the screening and rescue of the wounded