More than four minutes.
Mo Ran quickly calculated the amount of bleeding and the blood bottle he was carrying, and it was easy to figure out that if he didn't deal with the wound, the blood bottle on his body would be exhausted soon, not only that, I'm afraid I can't resist it.
She had some thoughts in her heart, but now that the battle situation is tense, she can't discuss it with Xue Changfeng at this time, so when Xue Changfeng asked her about her injuries continuously, she could only suppress the thoughts in her heart, and replied lightly: "No If it's a big deal, you go back to command first, and find someone to come and stitch it up for me."
The dead can heal themselves. This is a secret among the dead. However, before reaching the level of Mo Ran, the speed of self-healing is very slow, and if there is no combat power like Mo Ran, the dead will actually be able to recover. It is still easy to be injured, injured, and cannot recover quickly. Even if the dead provide medicine to restore the blood bar, but the wound cannot be kept open like this, and it is impossible to have military doctors everywhere on the battlefield, then all the dead will be killed. Forced to light up a new skill.
That is to suture the wound.
On the battlefield, if you are injured and cannot find a military doctor, you can sew it up yourself and pour the medicine to restore blood. However, after more than ten minutes, you will be a good man again. At first, everyone thought this method was bloody. It's scary, but after trying it, most people, especially the low-level dead, all feel "really fragrant".
Therefore, at the end, the stitching class has become an indispensable class in the training of the dead. It is for this reason that none of the dead who can be pulled out to the battlefield is not proficient in this skill.
Xue Changfeng also felt that there might be something wrong with Mo Ran, but now the battle situation really made him unable to get away, so he could only put Mo Ran in a dense and hidden place, and call for someone The dead man came to help her stitch the wound, and he quickly joined the battle again.
Although Xue Changfeng is not like Mo Ran who goes out at any time and anywhere by himself, he has very rich experience in command. After all, the dead have been able to grow from a loose group of sand to a cohesive race now, and have established such a large King's Landing City. It's not just for phone bills. Xue Changfeng is definitely a good example of taking the lead. His overall view of the battle and his judgment and response to various emergencies are not ordinary.
With the situation of being raided first, Xue Changfeng quickly changed his tactics in the following battles. Although the dead who fought this time were all middle-level fighters, because they were more or less injured just now, it was even more difficult for them to fight. The most important thing is that after seeing Mo Ran's tragic appearance, no matter who he was, he held a breath of anger in his chest. Suddenly, the raging anger actually boosted the morale and greatly increased everyone's combat effectiveness in the ensuing battle.
Of course, these are not what Mo Ran can pay attention to. The arteries around her neck are bleeding continuously, so she dare not move at all. She can only sit quietly by the side of a big tree, but even if it is In this way, her whole body was already soaked in blood soon, and when the dead man who came to help her stitch up the wound ran all the way to her side, it was as if Mo Ran had just been fished out of the pool of blood.
Although the chances of fighting are not as high as those of the elite troops, the dead of medium combat power have seen the cruelty of the battlefield. However, all the cruel battles I have encountered before are not enough compared with Mo Ran in front of me. No wonder.
Mo Ran is a god-like existence in the hearts of all the dead, she is almost omnipotent, she is immortal, she has become a spiritual symbol of the whole dead, she is so perfect every time she appears in front of everyone , so full of vigor, it can even be said that she represents the hope of the entire dead.
So, when such a **** man like Mo Ran appeared in front of him silently, the dead man named Li Lin only felt that his whole body was thrown into the vortex of terror, and he couldn't control his body Trembling unceasingly, he really wanted to give Mo Ran a look, to see if she was still alive, but he was horrified to find that this fear had completely gripped his whole body, making him want to open his mouth but didn't do it at all. less than.
Mo Ran was just a little dizzy due to a lot of blood loss. Although her five senses were weakened, she was not deaf and blind. She heard someone running towards her from a distance. When he approached, Mo Ran tried her best to He raised his head and looked in his direction, but he saw the dead man looking at him in panic.
This is a very young deceased. From the outside, his age should not be more than eighteen years old. If it was before the end of the world, this age should be when he and his classmates worked hard for the college entrance examination, but now he is already fighting for life and death. struggling.
Standing less than two meters away from Mo Ran, he stared
Although she couldn't see what was going on on her body, the amount of bleeding along the way made Mo Ran guess that her current appearance must be quite bad. She could probably understand Li Lin's panic. She smiled gently at him: "Are you here?"
Just when Li Lin's heart felt like fifteen buckets were up and down, just when Li Lin's mind was imagining countless times and denying whether Mo Ran was dead, he saw Mo Ran turn his head and opened his eyes. She closed her eyes and smiled at herself so gently, her voice was still the same as usual, even more feminine and soft in that calmness.
In an instant, Li Lin's tears fell, and he couldn't help sobbing: "Mo Shen..."
"Bring...bringing..." Li Lin's voice was hardened, and he kept nodding with movements, unable to express himself clearly.
"Come here and sew it up for me. The wound is a bit deep. I hope you have enough thread." To be honest, Mo Ran couldn't empathize with Li Lin's feeling of joy after great grief, and his feeling of being on a roller coaster, but She probably could understand the feeling of the other party crying after seeing her, so she even made a joke in order to make the other party relax.
"Enough, enough. I brought a lot of thread, even if you have more wounds, I will have enough..." Li Lin wiped away the crackling tears with his hands as he spoke, but suddenly felt that his answer was too unlucky. Neng stopped his mouth and didn't say any more, but the hand that stitched the wound was trembling badly.
Mo Ran's wound was indeed very deep. From Li Lin's point of view, the wound cut the skin continuously, even completely cut off the aorta, and even cut off the muscles inside, just a short distance from the neck. The bones are about to be cut.
Li Lin usually saw Mo Ran through the crowd, and couldn't even see what she looked like. This mission was the first time he saw Mo Ran at such a close distance. To be honest, he was very excited Yes, this kind of excitement has always supported him to persevere through all the battles along the way, but just now this kind of excitement was completely replaced by sadness and anger.
How could humans hurt Mo Ran so much?
How can this be done!
But now, when he can stand by Mo Ran's side,
Because he has experienced it before, Li Lin knows what the pain of those needles and threads passing through the wound is like, but Mo Ran didn't even move. Ran is dead, but does she not hurt at all?
It hurts, it must hurt.
How did Mo Ran endure it? She is a god, but she is also a woman. How did she endure this kind of pain that even a man can't bear?
The wounds of the dead can heal by themselves, and after self-healing, even a little scar will not remain. It is precisely because of this that Mo Ran is perfect every time he appears in front of them. However, at this moment, Li Lin suddenly felt the pain in his heart. It was full of huge soreness, under this kind of perfection, how many injuries did Mo Ran suffer? How many times has she been on the verge of death like now?
There are some things that you can’t think about, and you can’t help it when you think about them. Li Lin was sewing, but tears fell down uncontrollably. trembling.
"Why are you crying?" Mo Ran actually pretended to be dead as if she didn't hear it. She thought Li Lin, a young man, wouldn't want to see him cry, but he was really crying too loudly, which made Mo Ran wonder. She couldn't pretend to be deaf, so she could only sigh faintly and ask softly.
Li Lin, who was still suppressing himself from crying, heard Mo Ran's voice at this moment, but couldn't help it anymore. He burst into tears. Fortunately, he had already finished sewing, so it's okay to cry like this , but he couldn't stop at all, he kept wiping away his tears, and asked in a low voice, "Moshen, does it hurt?"
Mo Ran was so asked this question that he didn't know how to answer it. If he said it didn't hurt, since he had such a big wound on his neck with so much blood, wouldn't it be a bit too fake if it didn't hurt? But if it hurts, the young man in front of him obviously hasn't experienced the cruelty of the battlefield, will he scare him?
Just when Mo Ran was still hesitating how to answer, he suddenly heard an extremely thick and loud horn blowing from the front of the orcs. It was the horn used by the orcs to charge. The appearance of this horn means that the battle situation has come to an end The most critical moment when you can charge forward but not retreat...
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