"Remember to give him anesthesia!"
Patting the shoulder of one of the stretcher bearers, Joshua Bailey tiredly instructed.
However, just as he finished giving the instruction, Rowdy Brightwill, lying on the stretcher, suddenly sat up.
Joshua Bailey clearly saw that his combat uniform was once again stained with fresh blood.
"Move faster!"
Violently pulling Rowdy Brightwill down, Joshua Bailey, with reddened eyes, shouted at the two carrying the stretcher.
The two realized something was wrong and immediately quickened their pace, lifting Rowdy Brightwill onto the vehicle.
Joshua Bailey did not linger, casting a distant glance at the burned-out armored vehicle, tears flashing in his eyes. The next moment, he wiped his eyes, grabbed the gun in his hand, and once again plunged into the war.
This was a war.
In war, they needed to accept many things.
