There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

Shaking her head, Talia rejected Bodracasti's proposal.

To be fair, she had a pretty good impression of this place, except for a certain fire dragon.

Turning her head, Talia glanced at the bruise on Tallulah's eye, lowered her head and smiled quietly.

"I should have asked earlier..."

Touching her eyes, Tallulah grimaced in pain.

Froststar acted with discretion. After Talia explained the situation clearly, he only chose to give Tallulah's eyes a beautification treatment.

Otherwise, Tallulah wouldn't be here now.

"Is that so? Well, welcome aboard! Talia!"

Hearing that Talia had chosen to join, Bozhukasti's tone became much more relaxed.

Their current team is lacking a doctor. If Talia can join them, it will be a powerful shot in the arm!

With medical care, soldiers don’t have to worry so much when fighting!

"Miss Talia, if possible, I hope you can help us bring a few brothers and sisters out. There are many people in our team, and if you are alone, it will be too much pressure on you."

Pulling her hand back from the flames, Tallulah spoke to Talia in a pleading tone.

What they lack most now is not powerful warriors, but doctors who can lend a helping hand when someone is injured.

If Talia could bring out a medical team, then her plan could be put on the agenda as soon as possible!

This is the direction she has been working towards and the vision she longs for!

Get a city... belonging to the infected!!!

Volume 3: Chapter 31: The Invisible Net

Carrying a small bag, Talia led a few people through the wounded camp at the garrison.

Most of the people here were soldiers who were injured after participating in the battle against Ursus with Bozhukas, and they all had blood on their bodies to varying degrees.

The dirty clothes mixed with blood made them look disheveled, and they looked more like scavengers than warriors.

It seems...there's nothing wrong!

Before they became warriors, they were ghosts wandering on this frozen land, picking up scraps from the wasteland and living a barely surviving life.

"Kirill! Come forward! Show me what I taught you last night!"

Squatting beside an Ursus man with a huge gash on his arm, Talia lifted his hand, removed the crude bandage, and cleaned the area around the wound with the hot water she carried with her.

The warm current brushed across the wound, washing away the blood scabs and stains, revealing the frozen white flesh.

Behind Talia, a skinny Luper man came forward and took out a needle and thread from his bag.

Kirill, who was so hungry that his bones were visible, couldn't even hold the needle and thread steadily. His fingers trembled as he threaded the thin silk thread into the silver embroidery needle.

The sharp needle pierced into the flesh of the Ursus man, then drilled out, bringing out silk threads that sewed the flesh together.

Kirill's movements were extremely clumsy and the stitching positions were inconsistent. Talia corrected him while checking the condition of the Ursus man.

The pain of needlework on the flesh had no effect on the man. He just watched his wound heal bit by bit. His arm had become numb and lost sensation due to the cold and excessive blood loss.

But now he could feel the pain, which made the Ursus man's eyes shine again.

The wound will hurt, which is a good thing. If you completely lose consciousness, that would be the worst?

A crooked knot was left at the end of the wound. After doing all this, Kirill put the suture needles separately in a small box.

They will be sent for unified high-temperature disinfection later. This is what Talia taught them.

After sprinkling a thin layer of medicine powder on the wound, Kirill took out a bandage and bandaged it according to the method Talia taught them.

The white bandage was wrapped around the rough, dark arm again and again, and finally the bandage was cut off, the tail was torn in the middle, and tied into a knot on the arm.

"Please rest well, sir, and keep the injured area away from water."

The words of advice coming from the mouth of this 30-year-old Rupert man sounded unexpectedly gentle.

Talia, who was watching from the side, didn't say much. After waiting for Kirill to pack up everything, she led the team to the next wounded person who needed their help.

That's Talia's job.

............

"We can't stay here for long. We must find a way to move quickly and leave before those guys find us."

Holding a map, Tallulah circled several places on it.

This was the news their reconnaissance team had just brought back. Several small groups of troops were wandering around them, seemingly looking for something.

After receiving the news, Tallulah immediately sent for Bozhukasti and Froststar to share the information with them.

No matter what those guys are looking for, once they discover the guerrillas' location, the consequences will be unimaginable!

"It takes too much time to capture the village. It's impossible to do it in a short time. How far are they from our position?"

Without rejecting Tallulah's proposal, Bozhukas briefly explained the preparations needed for the migration.

There are not only soldiers in their team. Among the infected people, there are many elderly, weak, women and children. They need care from others to move, which will greatly slow down their movement speed.

If they were left behind, the guerrillas would be fully capable of finding them and leaving here before these troops could find them.

But they can't, they can't abandon their companions!

"In another 40 minutes, they will be all around us and we will be on the defensive."

According to the scouts who reported earlier, those troops seemed to be wandering around aimlessly, but their direction had not changed.

The destinations of several troops intersected with each other, like a big net covering them.

"Yelena, take the snow monsters and lead two of them to the frozen lake. I'll have those warriors who still have fighting capacity organize the migration, Talulah!"

"exist!"

Unconsciously straightening her back, Tallulah faced the Ursus legend.

The last pure-blooded Wendigo looked at the young red dragon with red light flashing in his eyes. After staring for a while, he slowly spoke.

"I'll have half of the shield guards follow you. You'll be responsible for leading away the remaining Ursus troops. Make sure they stay away from here. Our destination is the same as Yelena's!"

"Hey! Me?"

"has a problem?"

"no!"

Holding the cross sword at her waist, Tallulah solemnly accepted Bozhukasti's order.

Tallulah was quite experienced in combat, but when it came to leading troops into battle, Bozhukas was miles ahead of her.

The fact that the enemy was able to remain active in the tundra for so long without being caught by Ursus was in itself a testament to Bozhukasti's excellent sense of war.

When faced with such a situation, rather than acting blindly on her own, Tallulah would rather listen to Bozhukasti's opinions, even if they did not suit her, she could still listen to them as a plan.

"Get ready! Split up in 10 minutes! Make sure you complete your mission!"

The tower shield in his hand fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust. After arranging the task, Bozhukas turned and left.

He has the heaviest task on his shoulders, so he has to prepare as early as possible.

Froststar and Tallulah are responsible for luring the enemy, and he is responsible for annihilating them!

The enemy has too many dispersed forces. If they divide their forces to fight, they will be in trouble. As long as one place collapses, they will be doomed!

It would be better to gather them together and let that lake be their burial place!

A wild-animal-like gasp escaped from Bodracasti's throat.

Fight, fight again!

Beneath the hideous mask, within the grayish-white skull, Bozhuocasti's expression became resolute.

He was tired of fighting, but!

If fighting is the only way to survive and protect the people behind him... he will throw himself into the battlefield without hesitation, turning into a walking meat grinder and tearing all his enemies to pieces!

"Shield Guard!"

"exist!"

The uniform response echoed in the forest and disappeared in the cold wind before it went far.

The shields stood on the ground, and the warriors in heavy armor looked at the tall figure, quietly waiting for Bozhukasti's orders.

"March!"

"Yes!!!"

Volume 3: Chapter 32: Famous stunt, raising the floor!

White, endless white.

Even the withered trees, with only branches left, were covered with a layer of snow. At a glance, the scene was repetitive.

However, in this land of ice and snow, there is a layer of muddy black abruptly dotted across it.

Wearing black clothes and armor, carrying a saber and a crossbow, and wearing light gray windproof goggles and a very warm hat on his head, he looked like a black beetle crawling in the snow.

Pulling out his boots sunk deep into the snow, an Ursus soldier, armed with a crossbow, nudged his companion with his arm. "How much do you think we can earn on this trip? Nine thousand?"

The companion who was concentrating on searching for traces waved his hand impatiently and retracted the saber in his hand.

"What does the money have to do with you? We only get 15,000 yuan a day, and we don't get to deal with the infected people we catch."

The Ussian soldier in charge of long-range support didn't care at all when his companion choked him. Instead, he pulled up a few soldiers around him and said, "Hey! Why don't we just hide a few of them? One infected person costs 9,000 rubles. If we hide a dozen of them, wouldn't that be a profit?"

"If you want to die, go by yourself. Don't drag everyone with you."

After hearing this plan, several people scattered like birds and beasts, looking at this audacious guy with disgust.

"Huh? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Just arrived recently?"

An older veteran standing nearby looked at the guy who was talking nonsense.

"Yes, I was recruited."

"You think no one has done this before?"

After receiving a positive reply, the veteran decided to teach this young man some basic common sense.

"Where are you going to sell them if you hide them? Every mine has nobles involved and a fixed supply. How are you going to sell them if you bring a bunch of infected people with you?"

"Don't let someone find out before you sell the person!"

Hearing this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on the recruit's back.

In addition to feeling scared, the new recruit was also very grateful to this kind senior.

If it weren't for this kind-hearted veteran's reminder, I, a young and ignorant man, would have taken a group of infected people with me and would have become a member of the mine!

"Hey! Thanks for the advice, bro!"

With a smile, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed over the half-smoked pack.

Seeing that this young man was so sensible, the old soldier smiled and reached out to take it.

But just when his hand reached halfway, he could no longer move forward and fell down helplessly.

The new recruit standing next to him opened his eyes wide as he looked at the ice spike that pierced through the veteran's chest. The pure and transparent ice spike suddenly "grew" out from the veteran's chest.

"Enemy attack!!!"

The new recruits took out arrows from their backs and loaded them, shouting loudly, and the team that was originally advancing slowly suddenly became chaotic.

A snow monster dressed in white appeared silently behind them like a ghost on the snowy field.

"In the back! They're hanging behind us!"

"when?!"

"Send a signal! Have the other teams gather here! These are snow monsters! Their appearance means the guerrillas are nearby! Gather quickly!"

There were many old people in this hunting team who had participated in hunting before. They sounded the alarm in their hands the first time they saw the enemy leader.

The red flares streaked across the sky, bringing news to the nearby defenders. It was like a clarion call for a charge, and the two teams engaged in a melee!

The members of the Snow Monster Team dispersed and did not engage with the enemy head-on. Their mission was only to interfere and consume the enemy. The real core was Frost Star, who stood still.