Two large trucks came over, they were supply vehicles, and a few warriors who had been waiting for a long time went over to unload the goods.
Mo Shangjun walked outside the rows of tents, passing the quiet hours of dawn.
As she passed a tent for the wounded soldiers, she heard the conversation inside—
"Stop crying, I didn't even make a sound when my leg was ruined."
"But this time, you won't be able to stay in the army when you return, and even daily life will be a problem."
"At least I escaped with my life."
"..."
"Actually, I feel quite lucky, losing a leg only means I can leave soon. If I stay here longer, I'd fall apart."
"..."
The voices fell silent, leaving only a long sigh.
Mo Shangjun lifted her leg and continued to walk forward.
*
Yan Gui injured his knee and couldn't continue with the rescue; Mo Shangjun had tossed him onto a supply truck two days ago, and he was then taken to the hospital.
