Chapter 257： Heavy casualties

"You really pity all sentient beings, you can save the people first, and then let go of your words!" The soldier said coldly.

Song Ning does not want to argue with him.

The two went forward. In the snow, the snow leopard whimpered softly, and finally looked at Song Ning again, then fainted ...

Soon after that, Song Ning saw some simple buildings in front, which should be the barracks of the military camp.

The village is rudimentary, and it can be seen that there are many wounded soldiers. At the edge of the village, there are some bird cages with some birds like pigeons. These birds have extremely thick feathers and small bodies, which are smaller than ordinary.

"What is that?" Song Ning asked those birds.

The soldiers were reluctant to take care of Song Ning, but they still informed: "That's a snow pigeon. The third grade military situation is to use a snow pigeon. The second grade military situation has messengers.

"Can't use the consciousness to transmit sound?" Song Ning asked.

The soldier looked at Song Ning like a fool: "How far can your spiritual consciousness spread? Passed to the military aircraft?"

Song Ning didn't answer. He can't transmit the sound of spiritual knowledge at present, and naturally he doesn't know how far spiritual knowledge can be transmitted.

The two walked into Zhaizi, and everyone looked. Among them, a monk in armor wearing a running gaze tightened his eyes and said, "Come to my tent."

The soldier led Song Ning into the tent.

There was only one blanket and one blanket on the ground. Besides, the only thing was a military map on the snow.

In the later period of the monk's formation, he wore armor and it should belong to the rank of general.

He was injured in the leg, limped on his way, and his inner spirit was also disordered. It should have been hit hard before.

After the leader entered the village, he sat on the snow and pointed at the blanket and said, "Alchemy master? Sit."

Song Ning sat down, and the soldier bowed toward the general: "The subordinate retreated."

The general asked, "There is only one person?"

The soldier nodded.

There was a trace of sorrow in the general's expression, and he sighed, "I know, go."

When the soldiers left, the general waved his hand and placed a simple layer of isolation between the sound and the spirit. Then he said: "The frontline is tense, the soldiers are dead and wounded, and the panacea is urgently needed. this."

Song Ning nodded.

General Shen Yin: "Looking like this, there is no alchemist at home willing to come here, you can come, I am very grateful."

He was talking while looking at the bronze badge on Song Ning ’s neckline, which looked a little better: “Someone from the military aircraft has sent the things needed for alchemy, the alchemy furnace, and the medicinal materials are all ready. Later I will make a house for you to use. "

Song Ning nodded again: "What medicine is needed, it is best to tell me directly, this is also convenient for me to refining."

The general smiled bitterly: "Come on slowly, the number is large, even if I tell you, you can't cultivate it."

Wen Yan said, Song Ning was helpless. Although the other party said nothing, Song Ning could see disappointment from the other party's eyes.

"You are taking a break here now, the situation has changed, I have to report first." The general said.

"Good." Song Ning echoed.

The general limped out of the tent, and Song Ning followed, looking at the village, shocking.

There are thousands of tents in a village, that is to say, if there is only one person in a tent, there are also thousands of casualties.

Song Ning understands the tension in the battle on the front line, and he can't be beaten with minor injuries.

Song Ning found that the general was walking towards the distance, and he also followed, looking at the situation of the wounded around him.

When the general entered the tent, Song Ning approached and heard a roaring sound from inside.

"What are you talking about ?! Only one came? Is it just a third-grade alchemist?"

"Sir, this matter is a first-rate military situation. The General Lien Chan returned to report in person. Now there is only one person. I am afraid that the alchemist in the family is also very difficult to control." The voice of the general came just now.

A moment of silence came with a heavy sigh.

"You can't let others know about this matter. You can do it alone. If Li Defei's fourth-grade alchemy master does not matter, the military heart can't be chaotic. Now we must stabilize the military heart."

The young general said bitterly: "I am a third-grade alchemist and look at his age ... in his twenties."

"This ..." Just listened to the sound, as if choked.

The young general in the tent immediately stunned: "Adult, sir, don't be excited, now you can only take one step at a time."

The adult seemed to slow down and gasped: "It must be those alchemists in the family who don't want to come. Li Defei and other old things are extremely lazy, eating and waiting to die. If this ice abyss is lost, I can see if they can live ! "

Song Ning listened to the sound from the tent, and was a little puzzled. The other party should have cast an enchantment to isolate the sound, but now the enchantment seems to be invalid for him.

"No wonder this general is in a hurry, the frontline casualties are so heavy, they are also at a critical juncture." Song Ning sighed, as a mortal alchemist, just like Lang Zhong, Lang Zhong pays attention to all questions, Song Ning can now feel it when he hears the sound The body of the talking "adult" is already very poor, and it's unpleasant to say, he is not far from death.

Song Ning did not continue listening, but turned back to the tent.

On the way back, no matter whether they were young or old, they would be soldiers. When they saw Song Ning's dress and the badge of the neckline, they bowed to Song Ning and their eyes were full of excitement and gratitude.

Song Ning was sitting in the tent, but there were hopeful voices echoing in his ears.

"The owner of the house didn't give up on us. It really happened that Master Alchemy Master came."

"We are saved, we don't have to wait for the panacea to be indefinitely!"

Song Ning sighed: "These zombies ... what is needed now is not just panacea, but hope."

Before coming here, Song Ning did not expect it to be so heavy. He thought he could handle it by himself, but now it seems that it is a bit tricky.

Even so, Song Ning did not want to send a message back to ask for help. If you ask for help at this moment, the Leng family will certainly think that the front line is crashing and people are panicked.

A little, the young general came back. He was bitter, and when he saw Song Ning, he forced a smile: "Wait a moment, I will make you build a house to prepare alchemy."

Song Ning raised his hand and refused: "Just help me set up a tent. I don't want to delay time. Besides, here are all seriously injured people, and I don't want to bother them."

The young general was stunned, and apparently did not expect Song Ning to say such a thing. Alchemy master status can come to the front line. It is already rare, and it is really rare that the conditions are difficult.

So far, his views on Song Ning are slightly better.

"Thank you for understanding. It's cold and cold, and I don't know how you call it." The young general led his fist.

Song Ninggang wanted to answer. The "adult" just walked into the tent and said in a cold voice: "No matter what his surname is, since there is no need to build a house for fun, then start alchemy quickly. How many people are going to die! "

This "adult" had white hair, a wrinkled face, and a weak qi, and he gasped when he talked a lot. He glanced at Song Ning with a displeasure, and muttered secretly: "It would be better if the alchemist master named Tian came, What a hairy kid. "