Ever since Milo’s return, the forward operating base was bustling with people and activity. More and more of the Pyro Company’s main forces from multiple other locations arrived and assembled before rushing off towards the northern front line. But amid this bustle, the activity in the medical center started to wane.
There were no wounded soldiers being sent over, and no one crying for help from the doctors at the entrance. There were no longer cries or wails in the medical center. The patients who had previously been treated had even started playing Fight the Landlord in the hospital. This made the doctors feel a little off.
They looked at the patients who were playing Fight the Landlord and thought that if it weren’t for the fact they had to maintain their physician image, they would even have joined them.
“Didn’t they say all the barbarians on Mt. Dashi have been killed? Why didn’t our soldiers suffer any injuries then?” The director of the medical center was a little doubtful.
However, he couldn’t possibly check on this matter with those at the front line.
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