Quadruple split.

Chapter 451 The Guardian Knight
Game time PM17:53
South of Mesha County, at the entrance to Mount Hodir
Mo Tan, who was sitting on a wooden stake, stood up unsteadily, and walked towards a row of simple open-air tents not far away.

He was naked to the waist, with a few circles of blood-stained bandages wrapped around his left shoulder and two ribs. His arm, which had been almost healed by Yu Chen before, was hanging limply on one side, and there were several claw marks on his face. Embarrassed.

However, compared to the hundreds of seriously injured nearby, Mo Tan's current situation is already considered good.

This temporary position where the heavy interceptor regiment was stationed before has been transformed into a treatment center, or a place similar to a treatment center. The main function is to accommodate and accommodate the wounded, provide limited but better than no treatment or rescue, and accommodate the dead.

Those corpses that were contained or collected as much as possible were concentrated on the west side, surrounded by a large amount of firewood. Gu Xiaole and a few nuns who had exhausted their magic power were praying in a low voice. They would do their best to make those heroic souls Rest in peace, at least not be bound by this piece of land that has not yet been liberated, and finally burn these corpses on the spot.

Although most of the soldiers sleeping here were not infected by the plague during their lifetime, it is very difficult for them to have the same resistance after death. Therefore, they had to be cremated together, and their ashes will be accepted by the Holy Church after the war. Cleansed, eventually placed under the unfinished monument in Fair City
It is impossible to rebuild the city that was slaughtered by mutants. Although the Holy Church Union will not sit back and watch it become a cursed place, the ruins where tens of thousands of resentful spirits are buried will no longer be suitable for stupid people, so almost The city lord who has been in contact with the joint forces, Xia Lian, Furman and others have decided before that after Misha County is completely restored, the old site of Fair City will continue to be preserved after being purified to commemorate this An unspeakable tragedy, and the Memorial to the Dead will be built there so that everyone who wants to mourn the heroes in the future will pay homage.

Of course, all of this is based on the success of the Requiem project. If it fails, the entire Misha County will become a 'memory'.

"May the goddess bless you."

Mo Tan saluted those war dead from a distance, and said softly: "Your sacrifice will not be in vain"

He is not a believer in God, at least not a believer in the conventional sense, so he seldom said the words "may the goddess bless you" outside of pretending, but the sentence just now came from the heart .

On the one hand, he knows that the gods in this world really exist. Even if he still does not "believe" in the concept of gods in a certain sense, Mo Tan has to "believe" in the existence of gods. After all, the goddess of dawn, Paxi But the one who actually dealt with him.

On the other hand, he was a little short of words now, so when he was looking at the dead, he couldn't think of anything else to say besides the blessing of the goddess.

After all, he was the one who ordered them to die.

To be honest, until now, Mo Tan doesn't think he is a material to be a commander. Although he does not deny that he does have some talent in this area, whether he has talent or not is different from whether he is suitable or not.

There is an old saying that makes a lot of sense, that is, compassion does not lead soldiers.

Therefore, Mo Tan, who thinks that his psychological quality is a bit poor, always feels that he is not suitable for his current position. Maybe his three views are not very correct like most of his peers, but this does not mean that he can ignore death and calmly let him go. Those who obeyed their orders died, even if it was for more people to survive.

Whether it is righteousness or reason, he is very clear, but it is one thing to be clear, and it is another thing to bear it personally.

Some Mo Tan who couldn't move their legs stopped in place for a long time, and finally murmured in a faint voice: "I'm sorry."

"Who are you apologizing to?"

A clear and sweet voice sounded from behind and beside him. Mo Tan turned his head and found that Gu Xiaole, who had been praying for the dead with the nuns before, had walked around unconsciously, with his hands behind his back and his face looked at myself curiously.

He shook his head slightly, shrugged and said, "Nothing."

"Nothing? It doesn't look like it to me."

Gu Xiaole smiled, then snapped her fingers softly: "Tai Chang, show up."

The air next to her suddenly twisted, and then the shikigami who had become a bit faint slowly emerged: "I am here, my lord."

"Our Commander is depressed."

Gu Xiaole glanced at Mo Tan with a smile in her eyes, and said cheerfully: "Come on, tell Tan Jiang what the soldiers who died in battle said."

Mo Tan blinked his eyes: "Huh?"

Taishang also laughed, and then bowed to Mo Tan and saluted: "Master Tan Jiang, the spirits of those war dead just now told me that they have no regrets, and many people are very grateful to you."

"what are you talking about"

Mo Tan frowned in confusion at first, then quickly reacted, and said in surprise: "Can you talk to the dead?"

Taishang nodded slightly: "If it is those people with strong willpower in life, I can see them and communicate with them simply."

Gu Xiaole next to him also said, "I can do it too."

Mo Tan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled at the people in front of him, "Thank you."

"I think you just take death too seriously."

Gu Xiaole raised her eyebrows, spread her hands and said, "Well, I admit that most people in this world take death very seriously, but as long as they don't hang up too miserable or aggrieved, in fact, 'death' is not an embarrassing thing. It's a sad thing, after all, every life is going to die, and I think it's a pretty good thing if you can die appropriately, and obviously, those guys who volunteered to fight under your command are considered worthy of death."

"I know."

Mo Tan looked at the rare girl in front of her who was like an older sister and was trying to enlighten her, and nodded lightly: "Don't worry, I still understand this point, but I'm just not used to this feeling."

Gu Xiaole smacked her lips, and then patted Mo Tan's uninjured shoulder: "Then I don't worry, you are busy and you go, I will stay with those nuns for a while and give them psychological counseling .”

After finishing speaking, he turned and left with Taishang, who was still indifferent.

And Mo Tan, who was in a good mood, didn't stop any longer, and continued to limp towards the row of open-air tents specially used for rescuing the seriously wounded.

two minutes later
Under the first open-air tent
"Master Black Fan."

The female knight with long blond hair struggled to sit up, waved lightly to the figure approaching from not far away, was pushed back on the blanket by the dark elf druid next to her, and stared intently at Mo Tan .

Emmanuel Heiye frowned and applied a ball of crushed plants to the female knight's left arm, barely covering the hideous wound, and said angrily, "Can you stop moving, there are three wounds all over your body. Seventeen serious injuries, if you don't want to die, be honest."

"Master Black Fan."

The female knight, who was in a trance due to excessive blood loss, fluttered again before curling up under the severe pain.

Mo Tan, who just came over, also noticed this side, so he came over and squatted beside the Sun Sect female knight whose complexion was constantly changing between red and white, and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel?"

"Master Black Fan."

The female knight didn't seem to understand Mo Tan's question, but just muttered in a daze. She was wearing a linen dress that had been soaked into dark red, and there were large and shocking bloodstains around her. The armor has been completely distorted to the point where it is impossible to wear it, making it impossible to imagine how she was rescued from the armor at that time.

"Thank you, Emmanuel."

Mo Tan nodded slightly to the dark elf druid who bowed to him while concocting herbs, and pointed to the unconscious female knight in front of him: "Is she alright?"

"Barely rescued, but I probably won't be able to hold a sword again in this life."

Emman put the small clay pot in front of him on the ground, and used the druid's unique spell to give magic power to the herbs inside, and said with a wry smile: "She was pulled off the horse by more than a dozen monsters in the last charge, and she was rescued. At that time, her whole body was almost torn apart by those things. Not only did she lose a lot of blood, but she also had at least a dozen fatal injuries all over her body. Even if the sun power restrained those undead creatures, her armor was thick enough. Saving her life as a knight can only end here."

Mo Tan nodded silently, looked down at this pretty young woman who was tightly clutching her right hand, and sighed.

"Master Black Fan."

The unconscious female knight murmured again, her eyes seemed to regain a little clarity, and she smiled weakly: "I am... Dora Dorashika, a low-level paladin of the Sun Sect, your admirer."

Mo Tan forced himself to show a smile, nodded and said: "I remember you, you were on duty outside my tent for a few days before the Requiem project started, do you feel better, Knight Shika?"

"I can no longer be a knight."

Dora smiled haggardly, tilted her head and winked at the dark elf druid who was half kneeling beside her making medicine: "I heard what Mr. Emmon said, and the injury seems to be a little serious."

The latter was silent for a few seconds, and nodded slowly: "Sorry, with your physical condition, even if you can survive this time, it should be difficult to recover to the current level in the future. Of course, it's just difficult. If you If you take good care of your body, it’s not impossible for a miracle to happen.”

Emmant did not lie, the possibility of recovery is not impossible, but it is less than one ten-thousandth, but he still wants to give the other party a motivation to live, otherwise let alone "future", this knight who was seriously injured and on the verge of death even Couldn't last three days.

Mo Tan, who also has some knowledge in medicine, obviously guessed it. As a priest, he knew very well that Dora's injury was so serious that it was difficult to heal it with magic. With a large number of organs damaged, Even Xia Lian in her heyday can only guarantee that she can survive.

"Is it a miracle?"

Dora murmured in a low voice, and then suddenly smiled at Mo Tan: "In that case, Lord Black Fan, I have a request."

Not just because of the pain or something, the hand that was full of calluses from holding the sword all year round trembled slightly.

Mo Tan nodded vigorously: "You say."

"If My Wound Can Heal"

Dora's tired and painful eyes stared closely at Motan, and said softly: "If I have a chance to pick up the weapon again and step on the horse in the future, can you allow me to be your guardian knight?"

Mo Tan hesitated for a moment, then immediately nodded and said: "Yes."

Although he didn't know what a guardian knight was, it didn't prevent him from realizing that Dora didn't expect to become a knight again.

"Thank you"

Dora smiled in relief, and then completely lost consciousness.

five minutes later
Outside the last open-air tent in the rescue area
"Is the condition of Priest Fuhrman better?"

Mo Tan, who was forced to rest, took a sip of the Lion King's Pride potion, turned his head and asked softly to His Royal Highness behind him, "Since you've come out, it means you're all right, right?"

Yuchen nodded, and said softly, "Well, they are out of danger, and Mr. Tai Luo and little Basaka are all fine, don't worry."

"That's good, I'll go to the big army to have a look!"

Mo Tan smiled, and just about to stand up, Yu Chen pressed the bandage on his shoulder and forced it back.

"You can't go anywhere."

Yu Chen looked at him solemnly, with a warm halo surging between his fingers: "Save your energy, you still have a battle to fight."

Mo Tan was a little embarrassed because he was naked to the waist, and coughed a little awkwardly: "Then what, I probably won't have the chance to rush to the front in the next stage, and there is no command pressure, so."

"No~OK~"

Yu Chen shook his head, but still resolutely vetoed it: "You will rest here with Mr. Taylor and Officiant Furman."

"I'm not at ease sitting here."

"I'm down-to-earth."

"Uh?"

"It's nothing. How long do you have to rest?"

Yuchen turned his head to look into the distance, and asked worriedly, "Sister Xia Lian and Cordova, can they persist?"

Mo Tan rubbed his forehead, shrugged with a wry smile: "Cordoba is okay, Xia Lian said, she can last for four hours, but I guess she is talking nonsense, three hours at most, if three hours If the fourth stage hasn't started in an hour, she might really have to risk her life."

"Three hours."

Yu Chen bit his lip and said in a low voice, "It means that there is not much rest time left for everyone. If we go to the fourth stage in this state."

"Well, it is estimated that the loss will be large."

"But there's no other way to go, is there?"

"Um"

Four hundred and fortieth eight chapters: the end

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