Chapter 482: I can fight ten! A mysterious letter?

In the silent dense forest, the cold wind blew, and the branches swayed.

"Awoo!"

Suddenly, a heaven-shaking and earth-shattering howl shook the ice and snow down, and the birds and beasts scattered.

At the location where the sound originated, a man was being pressed down hard by several big men, his naked body covered in blood.

"Be gentle, do you want to kill me?"

Lin Yang bit down hard on the unrecognizable towel, his eyes red and streaming with tears.

The doctor was helping him clean the wound, and when the physiological saline was poured, he felt cool and comfortable at first.

But the subsequent disinfection process made him understand what torture was.

Lin Yang was dizzy with pain, and even his vision blurred.

He could only recite "this doesn't count as pain" while forcing himself to stay alert, trying not to fall asleep.

Because the doctor said, if he fell asleep now, he would never have a chance to wake up in this life.

Thinking that Su Yang was still waiting for him to return, Lin Yang immediately gritted his teeth and exerted his unyielding spirit to the extreme.

"Endure it, it will be over soon." Zhao Xian felt a bit unbearable looking at his extremely painful appearance.

"Is there any wine?" Lin Yang turned his head and asked dully.

Zhao Xian was stunned, then looked up and shouted: "Bring the strongest wine!"

Several soldiers followed orders, and soon brought a bucket of loose white wine.

Zhao Xian twisted off the lid, a strong aroma of wine wafted out, and he lifted the bucket, preparing to pour it into Lin Yang's mouth.

"Wait, Hall Master Zhao, what are you doing?" Lin Yang was shocked to see his actions.

"Feeding you to drink," Zhao Xian said as such.

"Can a rough guy like you aim correctly? If you spill some white wine on the wound later, I'll die of pain on the spot for you to see," Lin Yang said.

Zhao Xian felt it made a lot of sense, so he brought a water cup and poured two taels.

"Here!"

Lin Yang tremblingly held the bottom of the cup, took a deep breath, and poured it into his mouth fiercely.

The spicy taste and rich aroma rushed straight to his brain, making him much more sober all of a sudden.

"Comfortable!" A drunken smile appeared on Lin Yang's face.

Zhao Xian looked suspicious, he vaguely remembered that this bucket of loose white wine was bought from a grain and wine shop he found randomly, twenty yuan for five liters.

So he also poured some wine to drink, and his face changed as soon as it entered his mouth.

"Pah pah!"

"God-damned, dare to sell horse urine?" Zhao Xian was furious and immediately decided to tear down that grain and wine shop after finishing the matter.

Eliminate harm for the people!

Wine emboldens the cowardly, and with the numbing effect of alcohol, Lin Yang bit his teeth and endured the pain except for occasional grunts.

Seeing this scene, several doctors couldn't help but feel heartfelt admiration for him.

Others would have died ten times over with such heavy injuries.

But Lin Yang could not only stay awake but even let them remove bullets and disinfect without anesthesia.

This willpower is rare in the world.

Two hours later, the doctors finally finished treating the wounds.

"The wound cannot touch water, go to the hospital to change the dressing in three days," the doctor said.

Zhao Xian looked at Lin Yang, who was wrapped in bandages like a mummy, and worried: "Is he okay?"

"Apart from flesh wounds, the leg bone is injured, and medical conditions are limited, so further observation is not possible."

"Will it affect the future? I mean... will he limp?"

"Not sure, my suggestion is to go to the hospital as soon as possible, body matters cannot be delayed," the doctor suggested.

"Okay, I understand." Zhao Xian nodded slightly.

After they left, Zhao Xian ordered people to carry Lin Yang into the tent and lay him flat on the wooden bed to rest.

The surrounding soldiers weren't seeing Lin Yang for the first time.

The last time they saw him was at the recruitment site.

At that time, he was majestic and high-spirited.

Giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

But now he had become like this, his eyes dim and lifeless, without any vitality.

It's not hard to imagine how tragic the battle in the factory area was.

To have forced him into such a situation.

Thinking of this, people were glad they didn't go deep into the battle.

Otherwise, they would most likely have died on the spot.

Zhao Xian observed Lin Yang's state for a while and asked: "How do you feel?"

"Better than ever, I can fight ten!" Lin Yang said weakly.

"It's over." Zhao Xian sighed longly upon hearing this.

If he said it hurt, that would mean he was normal.

But once he started bragging, it proved he was truly delirious.

"Take good care of him, if there's even the slightest mistake, I'll peel your skin!" Zhao Xian snorted coldly.

"Yes!"

Lin Yang was a big favorite around the Gang Leader, with a status second only to one and above ten thousand.

Even if Zhao Xian didn't say it, they would treat him like an ancestor.

Zhao Xian sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the bright red blood soaking the bandages, and also felt admiration in his heart.

Once upon a time, he thought he was the premier tough guy in Jinshan City.

He could face death without blinking.

But only after truly seeing Lin Yang did he realize what it meant to be a frog in a well.

"It really lives up to that saying—heroes have emerged from the youth since ancient times..." Zhao Xian couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Hmm?" Lin Yang looked up and asked: "What are you mumbling about?"

"How is the situation in the factory area?" Zhao Xian returned to the topic.

"The Ronggui Group is considered to have fallen, the Qinglong Gang also lost most of its manpower, and the warlord side is not having a good time either," Lin Yang said.

"Great!" Zhao Xian nodded secretly.

This was the second piece of good news he heard today.

"By the way, why are you here?" Lin Yang asked curiously.

According to the plan, they should have taken guns to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

Why hide in this mountain ditch?

"We received a secret letter after distributing the firearms, the letter said the Gang Leader asked us to evacuate, as far away as possible," Zhao Xian explained.

"Su Yang said that?" Lin Yang frowned.

"Yes, I checked, that is indeed the Gang Leader's handwriting," Zhao Xian nodded.

He certainly wouldn't dare to act on his own at such an important juncture.

If it weren't for Su Yang's direct order, how could they retreat?

On the battlefield, being a deserter is a serious crime!

"Fortunately, the Gang Leader has foresight and predicted the earthquake and explosions, otherwise everyone we brought out would have fallen there," Zhao Xian said, feeling both lucky and deeply impressed.

"Show me the letter." Lin Yang said.

Zhao Xian took it out from his bosom upon hearing this.

Lin Yang lifted his hand with difficulty to take it and look, his face sinking immediately.

"What's wrong, is there a problem with the letter?" Zhao Xian asked.

"It is indeed Su Yang's handwriting, but he never gave such an order," Lin Yang said with a heavy gaze.

"What?!" Zhao Xian's heart was greatly shocked.

A feeling of panic suddenly sprouted in his heart.

Acting on one's own is a serious crime, and fabricating instructions is an even greater crime!

"Are you sure it's not?" Zhao Xian asked anxiously.

"One hundred percent." Lin Yang said firmly, "I accompanied Su Yang the whole time, he never had such thoughts, and retreating is not his style."

At that time, the three of them were surrounded by the Qinglong Gang, and the first thing in their minds was to have Zhao Xian bring people to rescue them immediately.

But reinforcements were late, and they didn't see their shadows on the battlefield.

If they had predicted the opportunity and prioritized survival, why would they choose to go alone? ===== CHAPTER 483 =====