The screams of the grassland elves attracted two priests. They surrounded Tarn. One of them checked the wound on his body for him, and the other was dealing with his face. Seeing Tarn's eyes still moving, the grassland elves laughed: "It looks quite energetic, sir, don't worry, since you still have a breath now, even if you swallow your breath, we can pull you back from the gods."

"What a lucky guy. The bullet pierced your abdomen. It was magically not touching any organs. If your liver was over a little bit, it would be over. If you go up a little bit, your intestines... it's wrong. You shouldn't have anything in your intestines. Seeing that the new Eden is hungry, I'll give you a treatment first. I'll wait until you get back to the back before having a belly-examination examination." Another prairie elves said.

Tarn, who didn't even have the strength to say thank you, could only smile.

Then a kitten came over: "It seems you have found the survivor..." He looked at Tarn: "It's really a lucky person."

"Your Excellency, are you not in the town?" a doctor asked.

"What are you doing in the town? See how the New Edens kill people in different ways? It's really ridiculous to say. The New Edens who regard those townsmen as good people, the New Edens who regard those townsmen as potential enemies are also the New Edens. Giving them a town where they live is the New Edens, and killing them all are the New Edens." The kitten sighed at this point: "I have asked someone to dig a hole for the New Eden soldiers you caught before."

"Do you have to do this? Your Excellency, although we also agree to repay blood with blood, at least they have not buried us alive." A prairie elf soldier asked.

"How do you know that the New Eden hasn't done this? To be honest, this method is indeed very cruel, but it is already very humane than the New Eden making women and children into stitching corpses." The kitten man smiled: "This is a war of shit, only the lunatics and madmen, and the madman will like it."

"No one will like war, sir." The doctor who examined Tarn's face turned his head: "Your sir, we should be a little more civilized."

"...Well, next time I will let the firing squad deal with them, but you must remember that everything the New Edens did on this land was not to see the sea, so I don't like your kindness in doing surgery on the New Eden wounded soldiers. Look here, my little angels." The kitten frowned and he squatted in front of the doctor: "And you, old gentleman, the child is ignorant, you should at least say it."

"The wounded soldier had a very rare surgical procedure. I asked the children to practice his skills." The old man said this and smiled: "If it was because of the consumption of medical supplies, it could be deducted from my salary."

"...Okay, that's what you said." The kitten stood up: "His Excellency Marceau is already in the south. Tonight, our troops will launch a tentative attack on the New Eden's defense line. We will cross the Catan River tomorrow morning. Brothers on the Greensen side are already launching an offensive. They are preparing to take down the provinces of Ashbiding in one fell swoop. So if nothing else, I will go back to the town and take my little boys south. I will leave it to you here. Remember to keep up after dealing with all the things."

After saying that, the kitten walked away without waiting for the grassland elves to answer.

"Too much." A prairie elves expressed his dissatisfaction: "We should not compete with the new Eden to kill people."

"But the commander was not wrong. His compassion for the enemy must be based on the conditions that they are also civilized people. New Eden is suitable for being a butcher, but it seems that he still lacks a civilized person." His companion said.

"Okay, put away your complaints, and a few of you will carry this gentleman to the stretcher with us."

Tarn felt a little tired, and he noticed the grassland elves standing on both sides of him and lifted him up.

"As a big man, he is so light."

"I should recommend a brand new way to lose weight to my Earth netizens."

"Take it down, your netizens will go crazy."

"I think he'll kill Romimi before he goes crazy."

The prairie elves chirped and carried Tarn to the stretcher, and then carried the stretcher to the track truck that transported the wounded.

"You're safe anyway, sir." The young doctor patted Tarn on the shoulder before getting out of the car, and said to his companion who sat next to Tarn: "Girls, the best care, give this gentleman some liquid food and don't eat too much."

Hearing this sentence, Tarn felt that the painful journey of his life finally had an end.

Finally there is something to eat.

The young man sitting on the mat stuffed behind him with the help of the prairie elves, looking at the bowl in his hand of a beautiful girl.

I was hungry for too long and even looked at the bowl and felt pretty.

The young man opened his mouth happily and then ate a bite of wild vegetables.
Chapter completed!