The moment his body hit the ground, Mo Yu felt that, like the brothers who had died in battle before him, he was about to reach the end of his life.
In that instant, countless images flashed through his mind.
He thought of his wife, Yan Kong; of their commander, Wang Long... and of his grandmother at home, eagerly awaiting his return.
His heart was filled with grief.
A fierce will to survive ignited deep within him.
Yet he could not stop his vision from gradually being swallowed by darkness, until he finally lost consciousness completely.
After falling unconscious, Mo Yu lost all sense of time. Violent shaking jolted him awake from his slumber.
The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in Yan Kong's arms as she ran rapidly in one direction.
Looking down, he saw that thick hemostatic medicine had been sprayed over the stumps of his severed arm and leg.
It seemed some kind of medicine had also been injected into his body. He felt his mental state become extremely agitated.
He tried to speak, but the moment he opened his mouth, he coughed up blood.
"Almost there. Hold on!"
Seeing that he had awakened, Yan Kong's hoarse voice reached him.
"Where are Brother Long and the others?"
"The breakout failed. We ran into a Black Wind Clan army. Brother Long and the others stayed behind to cover us. We're planning to retreat to the Temporary Research Station."
As she spoke, Yan Kong's voice trembled, her emotions violently fluctuating.
Mo Yu fell silent upon hearing that.
He wanted to help Brother Long hold the rear, but he was crippled now. Going back would only make him a burden.
"Xiao Kong, put me down."
Faced with a life-or-death crisis, Mo Yu finally sighed and made his choice.