Players Invade Cyberpunk

A few seconds later, David’s weak voice came through the channel.

"Cough cough... I’m fine."

He pushed away the rubble on top of him. Although his exoskeleton limbs didn’t feel pain, his chest was very much flesh and blood, with multiple scratches, and his whole body was in pain and bleeding.

In a daze, he saw Dolio on the other side of the room also fallen. This woman assassin, who was so robust that she hardly resembled a female, had a large gash in her abdomen from a piece of shrapnel, with even her intestines spilling out.

David rushed over, following his previous training, shoved all the intestines back into her belly, and wrapped the wound with the bandages he carried with him.

"Dolio is injured; we need to take her to the rear for treatment."

Upon hearing David’s voice, Mann felt completely drained.

"Alright, we’ll cover you, you take her and withdraw first."

Such a brutal fight played out on the roads of the entire North City District. With each step forward, the Cuban army paid an unknown price in human lives.

Everywhere were the sounds of painful screams and groans.

"How did it get to be like this?"

Eureka squinted his eyes, looking towards the small town in the distance.

According to the original plan, the North City District should’ve been cleared in half an hour. Now, an hour has passed, yet not even a quarter has been taken, with frontline casualties exceeding two hundred. Almost every building’s ruins required lives to be sacrificed to secure.

"Sigh..."

He glanced at those Cuban officers who were clenching their lips, their faces looking extremely grim.

"These useless fools are ultimately unreliable. Dos! Take a few special units in."

However, this meat grinder has only just started.

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Dragon Field Soldiers, compared to players, have many new needs on the battlefield.

They are not like the iron men players, who can remain silent even with a broken leg, going without food for two or three days, fighting on the frontlines until the last drop of blood is shed.

Dragon Field Soldiers need medical care and rest, unlike players who can just casually replace an exoskeleton on the frontline and continue fighting once it’s fixed.

Instead, they require a proper rear medical team and rest area.

Among the first batch of support personnel arriving here were a large amount of medical supplies and related personnel, including Gloria Martinez herself.

Seeing one injured soldier after another being ferried back from the frontlines, Gloria’s heart felt like it was being wrenched in pain; these soldiers were not much older than her son.

The young faces were covered with blood, their severed limbs leaking body fluids, and phantom limb pain left them pale and unable to suppress painful groans. Some even had their torso severely injured, with blood continuously flowing out.

Gloria took a deep breath, holding back tears.

She fervently hoped not to see David here, yet at the same time wished to see him.

But she knew now was not the time to be tangled in her emotions and quickly called out to the medical department players and medical staff.

"Quick, treat the wounded."

Then, she led the way to perform surgeries on the wounded.

Although she isn’t religious, at this moment, she couldn’t help but pray to God.

Please save one more,

God, let me save one more.

David’s survival chances would be slightly higher.

"Uh... doctor..."

The wounded on the stretcher had his abdomen torn open, even his liver was battered, with minced flesh mixed with intestines, almost indistinguishable from each other.

He clung to his last breath, looking at the doctor working hard in front of him, his lips barely moving.

"Am... am I going to die..."

"Don’t worry, you won’t."

Gloria called for a small assistant to fetch her a model three bionic liver, and she gently brushed aside the patient’s blood-drenched hair from his forehead, comforting the child who was about the same age as her son.

"With me here, I won’t let any of you die."

At all costs, sparing no expense,

Gloria almost mobilized all the medical resources within her authority to fully support the frontline medical needs of the Cuban expeditionary force.

Even if there was just a glimmer of hope of saving them, she wouldn’t let these young ones die.

No matter whether they were her children or not.

The lights above the operating table flickered, casting a halo around Gloria.

In a daze, the wounded felt as if he saw a lamp angel.

And David, after escorting Dolio and a truck full of wounded to the field hospital, turned and headed back to the battlefield.

The closest they ever got was separated by a single layer of tarpaulin, unaware of each other’s presence.