Yu Feng took a deep breath and struggled to lift his head, drawing the attention of the nearby US Army soldiers.
A group ran over, their faces showing joy:
"Oh my God, God bless, is there actually someone still alive?"
"Medic! Medic!!!"
"He's lost too much blood!"
"Quick! Prepare for transfusion!"
"He's bled so much, can he even be saved?"
"Who cares, hurry up and transfuse."
Though Yu Feng was having trouble controlling his body, he could clearly hear the NPCs, and was too exhausted to retort, struggling to speak:
"Rommel... his body... has issues... the Empire might..."
"Be retreating... soon..."
He struggled to reveal this intelligence and finally sighed in relief.
Hopefully, this would garner attention; as long as Rommel is dragged down, the North African Battlefield would ease up.
Indeed.
Upon hearing Yu Feng's difficult words, the surrounding United States of America soldiers looked shocked, exchanging glances, then noisily discussed:
