Soon, Ye Qiu arrived at the military base in a military vehicle.
Walking along the road of the military base for a while, he saw many medical personnel carrying a dozen wounded soldiers out in a hurry.
"Damn it!" cursed a Zhao officer, his face dark with anger, "So many have been injured again, what the hell is wrong with them? Why did they suddenly go mad?"
"Look at that special forces soldier, he's severely injured, especially his arm, I'm afraid his military career is over."
Another soldier followed up, looking at the severely injured special forces soldier on the stretcher with anger in his eyes.
"If this continues..." The Zhao officer thought for a moment and said, "If this continues, someone's definitely going to die. We absolutely can't let this develop further.
The higher-ups have already ordered that if it comes to it, it's necessary to execute those frenzied soldiers."
