The Flames of War

Pozier is the chief of the guard in Blanpeda.

This position is extremely high in the Aomeijia Alliance, and it holds real power.

If this were in the Scarlet Alliance State, he would be the direct superior of vice-captains like Zuo Teng and Zhen Mei, and would also be a formal member of the committee.

However, given how down-and-out this person is now, unless they repeatedly show their identification documents and indicate that everyone can check their identity online, few people would be willing to accept that this disabled person, whose hand bones are still faintly visible, holds a high position.

Zhang Manqian hesitated slightly, but the students who checked the information were incredibly excited, almost as if they had met their idol.

Compared to the potential future that following a powerful figure might bring, financial prospects are nothing.

Some students couldn't resist withdrawing money and immediately went to Poziguer to register.

"We would appreciate your assistance, foreign teacher!"

Zhang Manqian originally thought she had nothing to do with it.

However, her more mature appearance soon led to her being conscripted as well, and she was even misjudged by Pozier.

"I... I have something urgent to attend to!"

"No matter how urgent the matter, nothing is more important than conscription. Anyone who resists conscription will be recorded and tried by a military court. The consequences range from fines to imprisonment, and may even affect your future return home. Conversely, those who obey conscription will be awarded merit, which not only leads to promotions and raises but is also a real honor," Pozziguere said. "Moreover, these kids need teachers to supervise and guide them. My side consists mostly of wounded soldiers, and they are prone to being clumsy and not doing things properly!"

"Well?"

Zhang Manqian resisted being drafted. She didn't have time to accompany Pozier, and after the transaction with the students ended, they went their separate ways, so there was no obligation for her to take care of him.

But when Pozier mentioned that he had a large number of wounded, and Zhang Manqian thought of Linna, who was doing emergency treatment in the rubble, she quickly came to her senses.

"Saving lives and healing the wounded is a basic principle of being human," Zhang Manqian said. "As long as we're not being pushed into filling bomb craters, we're happy to be conscripted!"

"It's just a normal matter, and we certainly won't make things difficult for you," Pozziguere said. "You happen to have trucks, so you can be responsible for transporting medicines and equipment, or transferring the wounded, should anything be needed!"

"No problem, would you like to get in our car?"

"We have a car; just follow our car!"

Pozier pointed with some difficulty to a gray sedan about two hundred meters away. He urged everyone to hurry up and squeeze into the truck. Zhang Manqian, however, still got into the truck.

"I wonder if sending this message now will affect my brother and An Ran!"

Zhang Manqian touched the communicator, deciding not to send any messages randomly for the moment.

She estimated the time and drove the truck steadily to follow the car in front.

For Zhang Manqian, who enjoys fast driving, to keep up steadily, Pozier's car was clearly being driven quite fast.

Students are okay at helping elderly women cross the street, but they're not good at rescuing the injured or dying. It's obvious the person is in a real hurry, or they might just be randomly grabbing men from the street to use as makeshift rescuers.

"Were they really hit by rocket fire?"

Zhang Manqian pursed her lips, feeling that the rebels' indiscriminate use of rocket launchers wasn't a waste, but rather that they had actually hit the nest of the Sequence Holder.

The truck sped along, and after making two turns, it entered an underground parking lot.

This area is the continuing education center of Gangba University. Some students can choose to continue their studies at the continuing education center after completing their four years of university, which means they have already taken a step into the world of research.

From an ordinary person's perspective, pursuing further education is extremely difficult. It not only requires a very high level of professional knowledge but also a high level of comprehensive qualities to make professors willing to train you.

However, from Zhang Manqian's perspective, these places only recruit interns for research institutes. It's considered good if one out of three or five becomes a qualified researcher. The next step up from researcher is to become a lecturer, associate professor, or other similar positions.

What seemed like a high-class place to the students was nothing new to Zhang Manqian.

She calmly observed the cold lights of the underground parking lot, constantly estimating the distance between this area and the bombed zone.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

The car stopped in front of an underpass with flashing red lights.

Seemingly aware that trucks would have difficulty passing, Pozziguere quickly got out of the car.

"The injured here include many researchers, totaling around three hundred, and they urgently need basic medical care to stabilize their conditions," Pozziguere said. "We have a lot of medical supplies here, such as disinfectants and bandages, but we are unable to perform more delicate procedures!"

Boziger took a deep breath and led the way towards Zhang Manqian while speaking to her.

After walking a hundred meters into the underground passage and opening two layers of doors, a strong smell of disinfectant hit us, along with a cacophony of cries of pain.

Ordinary people hit by rocket artillery have no chance of survival. Their bodies would be rapidly melted by the high temperature and pulverized into ashes by the shockwave. Most of the injured here suffer from burns, crush injuries, and injuries caused by being hit and struck by shockwave fragments.

However, the number of these people is enormous, and among them are many Sequence Holder are suffering and wailing in pain.

"Don't you have any high-end medicine here?" Zhang Manqian asked.

"The research institute's drug storage room was bombed, and most of the drugs were contaminated. Someone is currently there taking inventory; we'll see if there are any usable drugs left!"

Pozier responded and pointed to the tarpaulin laid on the ground in the area, as well as a dozen or so people busily working.

"What you can do right now is disinfect their wounds with a non-irritating disinfectant, then use bandages to stop the bleeding as much as possible. If anyone is in shock, find Medical Officer Linna; she will quickly test their blood and arrange for a transfusion if possible!"

Where is Physician Linna?

"She's currently taking inventory in the medicine storage room. Keep walking this way, past two doors, and you'll see Linna when you see a collapsed cold storage facility!"

"OK!"

Zhang Manqian nodded in agreement.

If I'm not mistaken, she has most likely arrived at the Montes Lineage's stronghold.

Genetic resources are important, but these researchers struggling on the ground are even more important. This is the foundation upon which the Montes Lineage can support high-end genetic research; any one of them could be a leading figure in academia.

During their constant relocations, the Montes Lineage clearly took these people with them, to prevent them from being captured by the rebels.

"Wouldn't a bunch of people die?"

Zhang Manqian didn't care about the deaths and injuries of the Sequence Holder, but she did feel sorry for the researchers who were unjustly involved.

These people had large wounds, and even if only a few people were available to take care of them, it would still be difficult to manage, let alone just a few. Some of them were in great pain and trying to save themselves.

Some injuries may not look serious at first glance, but can become fatal if left untreated for a long time.

Without effective medical intervention, Zhang Manqian believes that half of the people inside are likely to die.