Chapter 137： You can't but i can

Without speaking or responding, the expressionless Kleiya drew out the gun from her waist and pointed it to the forehead of an injured companion.

"Captain..." Iyetta whispered, her voice full of intolerance.

Claire still did not answer, and there was no expression on her cold face except indifference. She squeezed the trigger with her finger and slowly applied force. Everyone turned their heads away and couldn't bear to look straight.

However, just before the bullet was about to be fired, a hand stretched out, held the muzzle, and then snatched it.

"What are you going to do?" Tang Fang said in a slightly hoarse voice. He never expected that a girl with such a fresh and graceful, elegant and blue face would be so hard-hearted. Faced with familiar and pale faces, how could she get it right?

"Relieve them." Claire's voice was very weak, so weak that it made people feel like a bone-chill, as if standing in front of them was not a flesh and blood person, but a machine.

"If I was lying there, I would hope so."

"But they're not you." Tang Fang roared. Even if he knew Kleiya's words subconsciously made sense, he still couldn't accept her, she couldn't accept her as a girl, she would be so hard-hearted.

Think about little Sam’s bravery, Grant’s integrity, Stilwell’s loyalty, Montgomery’s good temper, and look at the cold woman in front of him who is a little repulsive from the bottom of his heart. She is too calm, too sensible, and so calm. Frightened, scared sensibly.

These people are all her companions, shooting at a brother in a trench, how can she do it!

Tang Fang thought of Zhou Ai, who was also a woman and a soldier. Although Zhou Ai was as cold as a blade, it was against the enemy and she would never give up lightly when facing her companions.

"With the medical conditions of the Alliance Army. We can't save them. The delay will only make them suffer more..." Iyetta walked to him and said in a slightly choked voice. if it is possible. How could she give up her companions who had fought side by side. The choice is sometimes a sharp knife that pierces one's heart, and while making a decision, it also stabs oneself.

"You can't, but I can." Tang Fang's voice was not loud, but everyone listened to his ears without missing a word. he can? Can you treat radiation sickness?

For a while, almost everyone's eyes gathered on his body, and most of them contained deep incomprehension and surprise. Some are at a loss.

He didn't explain, but quickly opened the storage box on his shoulder and turned out a lot of syringes filled with dark green solution. Throwing a few of them into Yieta's hand, Tang Fang frowned unconsciously when she saw her staring at herself in a daze, "Why are you still stunned. If you want to save them, then act quickly."

"Oh...oh!" Iyetta returned to her senses, looked at the syringes in her palm, turned around, and walked towards a wounded person. Although she didn't know what was inside, it was out of trust in Tang Fang. She still chose to obey.

Roll up the sleeves of the wounded, find the blood vessels, insert the syringe, and slowly inject the liquid medicine.

As the fluid volume slowly decreased, the face of the wounded on the stretcher began to become ruddy, and even the rapid breathing gradually stabilized.

Complete an injection. Iyeta looked at the wounded man whose complexion was getting better, then looked at the syringe in his hand, and a hearty smile quickly bloomed on his face.

"Medical soldier, hurry... hurry, give everyone an injection."

One syringe after another was distributed. They were injected into the body of the wounded. In just a few minutes, they had lost their actions miraculously standing up one by one, crying, laughing, or praising Heavenly Father loudly at the brothers next to them.

"Brother, I'm back."

"Robinson, put away your tears, I'm not dead yet."

"Bruno, don't hold so tight, you will strangle me."

"..."

The stretcher had been thrown on the ground, and everyone embraced one place, with tears in their eyes filled with joy.

It’s great to be alive...

Tang Fang looked at them quietly. For the first time, he felt that in addition to war, oppression, and exploitation, there are many cherished things in this world. Sometimes they are around, but more, we need to work hard and discover more. .

"Stand at attention, salute!" Nijakert's vigorous voice came, and at the end of his sight, there were neatly lined up special service soldiers. Sincere smile, solemn military salute, and grateful eyes.

A recovered riot miner walked over and hugged the icy power armor tightly, chanting: "Thank you...thank you..."

Although there was heavy armor blocking it, Tang Fang seemed to be able to feel his heartbeat, "puff, puff," calm and powerful, glowing with blood and youth.

Iyeta didn’t know when to return to him, and looked at him in surprise: “How can you have this magical medicine? As far as I know, even the most advanced medical technology in the empire can never be based solely on one. An injection can cure their radiation sickness."

Tang Fang smiled, still the somewhat absurd excuse: "Secret recipe passed down from the ancestors, sorry for the inconvenience."

"Ancestral secret recipe?" Iyeta sweats violently. This is ridiculous. Can the ancestral secret recipe cure radiation sickness? What about a liar? Also, she noticed that several soldiers not only recovered from radiation sickness, but also healed the wounds left on their bodies during combat as if they were reborn.

With such a miraculous drug, did he send himself with a secret ancestral recipe? But carefully recalling what he had learned from Nehemiah, and felt relieved.

With a mere 38 people, it defeated nearly 1,500 elite government forces and destroyed an entire submarine and ship combined squadron by unknown means. After arriving at the air force base, he actually used his own manpower to tear open the "reloaded warrior" with his bare hands. Now he can take out such a universal injection. What's all the fuss about.

Having said that, regardless of their origins and how many secrets they have, as long as they stand on the same line with the insurgents, they are comrades in arms and brothers!

When Iyeta was thinking about it, Tang Fang's eyes swept around. Clariya had left without knowing when, and the others also nodded to him to bid farewell to deal with the post-war affairs.

With the sound of a siren on the horizon, the barricades in front of the base slowly rose, Nehemiah, Brad, Xia Yuanhua and others drove in armored vehicles and came straight towards the radar control center.

On the other hand, Grant, Aros and Howson also completed the final cleaning task and walked towards where Tang Fang stood.