The lonely patient poked his fists out, as fast as lightning, as fierce as thunder, leaving countless afterimages, which made the bones of the "wild dog" break, the muscles were necrotic, the consciousness dissipated, and the verge of death.

"Dabo!!!" The golden candlelight in the lonely patient's eyes suddenly lit up. He suddenly pulled open his right arm, made an invincible battle cry and swung his last punch.

Bang!

The punch hit the "wild dog" directly, breaking its nose bridge, blowing its last intact eyeball, and completely ruining its life.

"Wild Dog", you can't get up again.

Eber, who was eager to breathe, glanced at the "wild dog"'s broken body, and then swam straight to the sea, and the lonely patient of the spirit also disappeared in Eber's body.

The "wild dog" sank into the seabed alone and is about to turn into a nutrient for marine life.

puff.

"Huh Huh Huh Huh..." After breaking through the water surface, Eber breathed the fresh air greedily, his mind radiating and he didn't know what to do next.

The morale of the soldiers will cool down, and Eber's determination will also decline. Eber, who fell from the peak of the climax, was only confused and scared. If there was no power of the lonely patient, he would have been dead just now and would never have the chance to breathe such sweet air again.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Here! Here!" The people on the shore immediately shouted loudly when they saw Eber float up, waving the torch to attract Eber's attention.

Eber turned his head and looked at the lit coast, and suddenly realized that he had swam so far, and couldn't help but laugh at himself:

"I must have lived by the sea or lake before, so that I have such good water quality."

After a while, Eber opened his arms and swam towards the coast with the waves.

The fatigue after the fierce battle had already filled Eber's whole body, but Eber still gritted his teeth and persevered, swinging his sore limbs, and swam into the shallows with all his strength.

Before Eber got ashore, Lieutenant Belial stood on the shore and asked loudly:

"Where is the monster?"

"Die! Sinking." Eber knew that they were still afraid. If they didn't feel at ease, they might not be able to get on the shore. "I have good water quality, and it died after swimming for a while."

Bellier pondered for a while and looked at the leader of Wood. Wood, who felt ashamed, immediately arranged two militiamen with good water nature to respond to Eber.

With the help of two militiamen, Eber, who returned to the coast and stepped onto the soft but reassuring sand, smiled bitterly and thanked:

"Thanks."

"Are you sure the monster is dead?" Lieutenant Belial asked again while blocking the road.

Eber had to take it out of context:

"Yes, I saw it sinking into the seabed before I floated up. It didn't react at all, it was absolutely dead."

Belial pondered for two seconds before nodding:

"Okay, carry him to the fire.

"The others are repairing themselves. Leading the team, you arrange for people to check the number of people, horses, supplies... John, you help the soldiers heal their wounds."

Leader Wood nodded in a hurry. Those who did not have the courage to fight monsters finally had a place to use it.

Lying next to the fire, Eber watched the soldiers bandage each other, sitting around licking their wounds; he watched the guilty and self-blame militia busy; he saw the guilty and fearful laborers adding firewood and boiling water... a sense of estrangement arises naturally.

Eber had no energy to think about these relationship issues. The surging tiredness and fatigue came, and Eber could no longer hold on and fell asleep.

Grey, who was boiling water, looked at Eber, who didn't have to work and complained:

"This kid is so lucky that he doesn't have to do his job."

"If you are confident that you can swim faster than that monster, you can also try it." Garon gave Grey a blank look, brought a pile of firewood and threw it on the ground, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up."

Grey laughed twice, picked up the firewood and threw it into the fire. He would not do such stupid things that would put him in danger. He felt scared even if he thought about it.

On the other side, Belial looked at the remaining supplies in the baggage truck and then made a decision:

"Take out all the trauma medicines. Although there are not many symptoms, they are of some use. They are given priority for seriously injured soldiers, and then for minor injuries. If there is no problem, carry the bodies of the dead soldiers onto the carriage."

Beliyal did not mention the injured militia and laborers, because there were only so many drugs to treat trauma, and there were not enough soldiers. How could it be distributed to militia and laborers who did not contribute.

Belijar's decision was not inappropriate at all, but a shameless but understandable voice gradually sounded among the labor group:

"Those soldiers monopolize all the medicine!"

"My feet hurt so much!"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

“…”

Resentment accumulates more and more, but this resentment never becomes a climate, because those who emit resentment are the injured who need medicine to save their lives, and those who are not injured or have minor injuries do not want to stand up for them.

The whisper that had secretly guided the laborers to hit the supplies truck did not sound again. He probably knew that these workers did not have the strength and courage to riot again, so he did not waste his energy.

Wood is half a soldier. He has been on guard against some ungrateful mobs, afraid that they will do something else, and the broadsword in the hands of the militia is the best deterrent.

After lit up the sharp blade of the broad sword, Wood walked towards Lieutenant Bellier and reported:

"His lieutenant, some of the frightened horses have returned, and now there are eleven fewer; four carriages have been destroyed, and a few carriages can be repaired, but it will take some time;

"There are thirty-four workers left behind, most of whom were trampled to death; there were twenty-eight missing and fleeing, and their hopes of survival were slim; there were no more than fifty left, and many of them were injured."

Although Belial was very dissatisfied with the workers who rioted before, she could not punish them because "the law does not punish the masses", not to mention that her soldiers were all wounded.

Belijar could only break his teeth and swallow it. He put the overall situation first and spoke calmly:

“Well, our soldiers need rest, too.

"Team leader Wood, you arrange for the scouts to go to Hyde Port first and inform them of the situation here. We are here to wait for rescue. Remember to ask them to bring more trauma medicines, it is best to bring a few military doctors.

"John, how much do we need?"

"At least half a car." Adjutant John was pressing the leg of a wounded soldier and replied without looking back.

Team leader Wood immediately responded:

“Yes! Sir.

"Jonny, you go and lead two of the best horses straight to Hyde Port, one round trip within three days. Do you understand?"

"I understand, boss." Militia Joni immediately put down his work and responded loudly to Team Leader Wood and Lieutenant Bellier.

Belial looked at his beloved horse, nodded slightly and said:

"Plus with my Black Beth, she has great endurance and is enough to stick to the last paragraph."

At dawn, one man and three horses headed straight for Hyde Port, and saw many broken labor bodies along the way.
Chapter completed!