"Then we can't go home!" A wounded man shouted: "Brothers are all here... I can't be a burden!"
"I know. Don't worry, Daxia still needs you!"
Lin Fan knew the psychology of these wounded people, which was a fear of being abandoned and becoming a burden.
They still want to fight!
"But we are at war with the gods. In the next battle, even those soldiers who are not injured will be in great danger." Lin Fan said solemnly: "And if you go up, you will die in vain!"
"So, I am going to move the injured with sequelae to other positions."
"Go to the logistics support unit, or go to the weapons production factory, or farm in the rear!"
As soon as these words came out, the wounded who had broken arms, legs, or impaired vision were stunned.
"Farming?"
"Weapons production?"
"Commander Lin, are you kidding..."
Looking at the confused people, Lin Fan shook his head: "I'm not kidding."
After saying that, Lin Fan turned to look at Guozhu and said solemnly: "Guozhu, the next battle will become more and more intense."
"And war always has two factors that cannot be ignored."
"Food, and weapons!"
"We can mobilize the people to grow food. The land in Daxia is vast, and the people in Daxia are naturally good at planting. However, the military must also have its own food and cannot rely entirely on the people!"
"We need to have our own war supplies!"
"As the war becomes more brutal, food will become increasingly scarce. The God of the Ocean is okay now. After the Ocean Temple, there will be the Winter Temple... By then, the food reserves of various countries will be consumed quickly."
When Lin Fan said this, his eyes were slightly red.
He still remembered that during the sudden winter, large areas of the people in Daxia were frozen to death, and those who were still alive hid in emergency underground furnaces, but tens of millions of people starved to death due to a large-scale reduction in food production!
Starvation everywhere!
But even so, the common people still donated the few remaining grains to the military so that the soldiers could have the strength to defend their homes and country!
When Lin Fan went out to fight, a little girl was holding a cold steamed bun and gnawing dryly. When she saw Lin Fan, she still handed the steamed bun to Lin Fan.
Lin Fan would never want to witness that scene again!
He wants the people of Daxia to eat hot pot and sing songs in the ice and snow! When all the Western countries are starving in the cold wind, they can all feast in warm rooms!
The most important of them is food!
Of course, there will still be some time before the Winter Temple comes.
However, food production cannot be produced immediately. Preparations must be started in advance, starting now!
"Okay!" Guo Zu nodded.
This old man now has great trust in Lin Fan. It is this courage to know people and make good use of them that made him become the Emperor of Great Xia!
"Your Majesty, please advise the Commander-in-Chief, we don't want to go out to feed pigs with hoes, so let's go to the battlefield..." A wounded man was still a little helpless.
"This is an order!" Lin Fan's face darkened, but then he sighed and explained: "If the battle continues like this, Daxia will be short of food sooner or later."
"Even though you are not on the battlefield, you are also fighting silently!"
"Your battle at the rear may seem to have no impact for a while. But it is related to whether there is an adequate supply of food, how long I, Daxia, can fight, and whether I, Daxia, can persist to the end!"
"It concerns whether the 140,000,000 Daxia people will starve!"
"Only if you do a good job, the soldiers in front will have no worries!"
As soon as these words came out.
The soldier who had broken his leg before was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "If this is the case, I am willing!"
"I do too!"
"For Daxia!"
"Okay!" Lin Fan nodded: "I will make arrangements for you when the injury recovers. You should take good care of your injuries now. If the injury is serious enough that you cannot participate in physical labor, then go to the weapons factory and find a relatively free position.
Help produce weapons."
Lin Fan settled the matter briefly, and then walked with Mr. Guo to the wounded room in the depths.
The ward there is the wounded room of the God-killing Army.
One hundred and thirty-two God-killing troops, thirty-four died in the battle, and only ninety-eight survived!
Among the ninety-eight people, forty-three were injured.
A battle loss rate of over 50%!
In other words, out of the three members of the God-Slaying Army, only one can come back with all his hair and tail!
Lin Fan and Guozhao walked into the wounded room of the God-killing Army. On the hospital bed at the door was the ninth-level psychic who was the captain of the second team, the girl who was rescued by Lin Fan, Chique.
And next to her was Gongshu Ming, who was covered in bandages. He had thousands of thoughts, compassion for the master, and the four masters.
"Commander-in-Chief, you're here." Chique, who had a bandage on his shoulder, immediately struggled to sit up from the bed.
The other members of the God-Slaying Army were also excited, and they endured the pain and struggled to get up.
"Don't move, lie down!" Lin Fan quickly stopped him sternly.
Looking at these young faces, Lin Fan and Guo Zuo both had mixed feelings in their hearts.
The God-Slaying Army was the team with the most serious casualties and the greatest danger in this battle.
While other warriors stood on the Great Steel Wall and fought with guns, in order to prevent the sea beasts from rushing up the city wall, the God-killing Army took the lead in rushing down the Great Wall, leading the disciples to fight hand-to-hand with the sea beasts!
It can be said that without them, the sea beasts would have already rushed to the Great Steel Wall!
Without them, Lin Fan alone would not be able to hold the Great Steel Wall!
Guo Zuo looked at those young faces and smiled bitterly: "Originally Lin Fan told me that it would take one hundred and thirty-two young people to defend the Great Steel Wall, and even let them become the sharp swords of Great Xia that pierce the gods."
"I don't believe it."
"But this time, you young people taught me a lesson with your actions!"
"On behalf of Daxia, and on behalf of all the people of Daxia, thank you! Thank you also to the disciples of each sect, and thank you to those soldiers who passed away!"
The king said, bowing again!
Even though he is the seat of the state and his status is much higher than these young people, he is still willing to bow to these young people who guard Daxia with their flesh and blood!
There were faint sounds of sobs echoing in the ward.
"National seat, we should..."
Lin Fan suddenly turned to look at Guozhu and said: "Guozhu, I have also thought about the arrangements for these injured God-killing Army and disciples."
"Say." Guo Zu nodded.
"They must take good care of their injuries first. If it is a minor injury that will not leave any sequelae and does not affect their combat effectiveness, when they recover from their injuries, they will still be members of the God-Slaying Army!" Lin Fan said solemnly, "But if it is a broken arm or leg,
, or a vision-impaired injury that will leave sequelae..."
"It is no longer suitable to fight sea beasts head-on. Every moment and every second of that kind of battle is life and death. If you go up with injuries, you will undoubtedly die in vain!"
"Yeah." Guozhao nodded, "You want to arrange for them to go to the rear as well?"
"No!" Lin Fan said solemnly, "The God-Slaying Army and the disciples all have strong combat power. Even with those injuries, they are stronger than ordinary soldiers."
"They can still go to the battlefield, but they can no longer fight hand-to-hand with sea beasts."
"I suggest that they be added to the formation of ordinary soldiers and serve as political commissars, responsible for boosting morale and spiritual construction!"
